I went to my first Reiki session today and right now I feel, calm.
I got my chakras re-alligned and I asked to get my abdomen retuned by a tuning fork!
It was strange. At one point it felt as though my feet and head were lifting off the mat. Parts of my body were floating while my bum was secured to the ground. A feeling of nausea washed over me but I told myself to snap out of it and I did.
Wow.
The lady that did it for me was very kind and energetic. Her two cats were crawling around the carpet curious but comfortable I'm sure.
She reccomended a few books for me to read-"The Power of Now" and "When Things Fall Apart".
Interesting.
A learning process has begun.
Wednesday, 22 June 2011
Tuesday, 21 June 2011
Where is that book???
So I just realized I have an emormous amount of books that are just piling up in all corners of the house.
I was searching for this math text book that I used in teachers college a few years ago. I was going to let my boyfriend borrow it for some upcoming aptitude test he's going to have to take and thought it would be a good studying tool for some basic algebra and what not.
Anyways, after searching high and low in my parents house I could not find it. I was sure that I had packed it away with four huge plastic bins I got from wal-mart that were sitting in the basement. I remember strategically reserving two bins for text books and notebooks from the Faculty of Education and I would cherish them and use them when I needed them again. Perhaps when I wanted to develop my own curricullum for starting a summer school daycare program for grades one to three. Just another one of my savvy business ideas I'm not sure that I'll actually pursue.
But anyways, to my pack rat problem. I could not find this text and even had my mom and boyfriend helping me. They had given up after about 2 minutes and I was breaking out into a sweat running up and down the stairs, searching in the basement, in the upstairs office, my room, then back in the basement again.
Then, I sat down to take a breather, only to remember that I had brought it to my boyfriends apartment a few months back to "brush up" on some math skills like the diligent nerd that I am.
Wow, so all in all, I decided I either need to a) re-organize and relabell all my bins and bookshelves or b)just have a huge book yard sale or c) donate the books I know I'll never read again to some very worthy children or university students on a budget.
Clearly I am a mass of contradications. Maybe I should take a hint from those freegen and begin recycling some of my belongings by letting go of them.
Peace!
I was searching for this math text book that I used in teachers college a few years ago. I was going to let my boyfriend borrow it for some upcoming aptitude test he's going to have to take and thought it would be a good studying tool for some basic algebra and what not.
Anyways, after searching high and low in my parents house I could not find it. I was sure that I had packed it away with four huge plastic bins I got from wal-mart that were sitting in the basement. I remember strategically reserving two bins for text books and notebooks from the Faculty of Education and I would cherish them and use them when I needed them again. Perhaps when I wanted to develop my own curricullum for starting a summer school daycare program for grades one to three. Just another one of my savvy business ideas I'm not sure that I'll actually pursue.
But anyways, to my pack rat problem. I could not find this text and even had my mom and boyfriend helping me. They had given up after about 2 minutes and I was breaking out into a sweat running up and down the stairs, searching in the basement, in the upstairs office, my room, then back in the basement again.
Then, I sat down to take a breather, only to remember that I had brought it to my boyfriends apartment a few months back to "brush up" on some math skills like the diligent nerd that I am.
Wow, so all in all, I decided I either need to a) re-organize and relabell all my bins and bookshelves or b)just have a huge book yard sale or c) donate the books I know I'll never read again to some very worthy children or university students on a budget.
Clearly I am a mass of contradications. Maybe I should take a hint from those freegen and begin recycling some of my belongings by letting go of them.
Peace!
Monday, 20 June 2011
Freegen and Dumpster Diving
It was just brought to my attention last night that the group of people infamously known as 'dumpster divers' have also become known as 'freegen'. At first glance, dumpster divers are usually thought to be homeless people that have no choice but to search for food and shelter in corporate americas trash. Freegens take this a step further, adding an ethical stance to their way of life. They are not homeless because they have been marginalized from the norm of society, but instead believe that recycling trash (yes even food) is an ethical obligation.
We've all found ourselves in that awkward situation, standing behind some angry man or woman in the check out line, who relentlessly argues for a discount on the almost expired meat, dairy or produce. Well, grocery stores have caught on, and while some add discount coupons to go along with their products, most will not risk running the reputation for selling 'almost' bad chicken or lettuce. As a result, the majority will throw away their goods upon nearing the end of their shelf life.
I have always had a fascination with dumpster diving and I think this was highlighted after watching a couple episodes of Hoarders on A&E. While the two are contrary to one another, they do have one thing in common, they reflect the value individuals place on objects. While dumpster divers recycle other peoples trash, hoarders treasure their own trash to a fault.
Some hoarders will dumpster dive and search for their idolized objects in trash, but they are projecting an unhealthy importance to this object. Whereas freegen, are more worried about the ramifications caused by the unhealthy need to consume and discard. They are modern day hippies and I praise them for their simplicity and message.
Well, thats all for today!
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We've all found ourselves in that awkward situation, standing behind some angry man or woman in the check out line, who relentlessly argues for a discount on the almost expired meat, dairy or produce. Well, grocery stores have caught on, and while some add discount coupons to go along with their products, most will not risk running the reputation for selling 'almost' bad chicken or lettuce. As a result, the majority will throw away their goods upon nearing the end of their shelf life.
I have always had a fascination with dumpster diving and I think this was highlighted after watching a couple episodes of Hoarders on A&E. While the two are contrary to one another, they do have one thing in common, they reflect the value individuals place on objects. While dumpster divers recycle other peoples trash, hoarders treasure their own trash to a fault.
Some hoarders will dumpster dive and search for their idolized objects in trash, but they are projecting an unhealthy importance to this object. Whereas freegen, are more worried about the ramifications caused by the unhealthy need to consume and discard. They are modern day hippies and I praise them for their simplicity and message.
Well, thats all for today!
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Saturday, 18 June 2011
Carousel of the Nations
Today I went to the Romanian Carousel located on Tecumseh Road near Met. Hospital. The day festivities were located in the basement of the church due to the extreme heat in the yard. In the basement; a small stage where the traditional dance groups performed to really loud music, a big pastry (prajiture) table sat against one side of the wall, a bar against another wall serving Lac beer (never heard of it before) and a food table serving the tastiest meats and cabbage rolls. Oh yeah; tables and chairs in the middle of it all where people could snack, drink and dance.
I went with my mom who is Romanian but isn't really involved with the church or community.. Nonetheless, everyone was very welcoming. The Slovakian Children's Dance Group performed while we were there and I couldn't stop laughing at their little hops and skips across the stage. Slavic dance groups usually dance around in a circle and perform intricate dance steps around the stage and each other. I was in a Serbian dance group for a few years when I was younger and know just how difficult it can be to catch on. Regardless, I still thought it was hilarious; babushkas strategically pinned to the girls heads and the boys riding around on little broom ponies waving handkerchiefs around their heads.
Two Mitite (seasoned pork rolls) and a gallop of mustard is what I ordered for my 'snack'. It was very delicious, regardless of the four dollar cost. Its the kind of meat that sits on your breathe for hours after, leaving you with the nostalgic longing of hearty homecooked meals.
Anyways, I'm hoping to go back tonight with some friends and enjoy the out of control Romanian festivities that I'm sure will ensue. This may involve some Gypsy singing and of course, dancing. Some imported and therefore overpriced but very worth it Beer. Perhaps meeting a few strangers while dancing in a wild circle who will become my best friends for the night as we try to speak Romanian to each other...?
Tootles!
I went with my mom who is Romanian but isn't really involved with the church or community.. Nonetheless, everyone was very welcoming. The Slovakian Children's Dance Group performed while we were there and I couldn't stop laughing at their little hops and skips across the stage. Slavic dance groups usually dance around in a circle and perform intricate dance steps around the stage and each other. I was in a Serbian dance group for a few years when I was younger and know just how difficult it can be to catch on. Regardless, I still thought it was hilarious; babushkas strategically pinned to the girls heads and the boys riding around on little broom ponies waving handkerchiefs around their heads.
Two Mitite (seasoned pork rolls) and a gallop of mustard is what I ordered for my 'snack'. It was very delicious, regardless of the four dollar cost. Its the kind of meat that sits on your breathe for hours after, leaving you with the nostalgic longing of hearty homecooked meals.
Anyways, I'm hoping to go back tonight with some friends and enjoy the out of control Romanian festivities that I'm sure will ensue. This may involve some Gypsy singing and of course, dancing. Some imported and therefore overpriced but very worth it Beer. Perhaps meeting a few strangers while dancing in a wild circle who will become my best friends for the night as we try to speak Romanian to each other...?
Tootles!
Friday, 17 June 2011
New to the Blogging World
After a long and boring day I thought to myself "I should start a blog!". This occured to me after thinking about the things that people could possibly do and never get bored. Now I don't want to become this blogging maniac that fills up any free second with an update on my life. On the contrary, I instead believe that blogging will help me network and express myself in times when the mood strikes-just like today.
So I submitted a short story and photograph to an online newsharing website and am still waiting for a yay or nay. I am by no means a creative writer, but with practice comes payoff and it would be my dream job to sit at my lap top, notebook or journal and get paid for writing about things that are going on in my world.
I'm just one of those people that continues to struggle with my confidence, especially in my writing. I'm sure this is common amongst young writers-and with a four year Bachelor's Degree in English Language and Literature I feel that my writing has become...clinical. I never took a creative writing class or even dared to write a story. Language is formal and in the consistent state of now or then in essays.
This process has inevitably turned me into a critic-movies, television shows, songs, lyrics, pictures, people, pets, my own mind..well you get the idea. I am more than self critical, I am overly critical. And the worst part is, is that I don't really share my opinions with others but instead go through the list of pro's and con's in my head, rating this thing or idea until I have literally anhillated it into nothing. Into a symptom caused by so many other things and made up of so many other things, that the thing itself cannot and will no longer exist on its own.
Buddha would be proud? Yes, Buddha would be proud. After all, some of you may recognize this as the process of seeping into everything else and becoming one with the universe. But let me clarify; my process is not so tranquil and serene-it is instead a logical mind compulsion. haha. Say it with me now "Logical Mind Compulsion".
Well, enough about me..tootles!
So I submitted a short story and photograph to an online newsharing website and am still waiting for a yay or nay. I am by no means a creative writer, but with practice comes payoff and it would be my dream job to sit at my lap top, notebook or journal and get paid for writing about things that are going on in my world.
I'm just one of those people that continues to struggle with my confidence, especially in my writing. I'm sure this is common amongst young writers-and with a four year Bachelor's Degree in English Language and Literature I feel that my writing has become...clinical. I never took a creative writing class or even dared to write a story. Language is formal and in the consistent state of now or then in essays.
This process has inevitably turned me into a critic-movies, television shows, songs, lyrics, pictures, people, pets, my own mind..well you get the idea. I am more than self critical, I am overly critical. And the worst part is, is that I don't really share my opinions with others but instead go through the list of pro's and con's in my head, rating this thing or idea until I have literally anhillated it into nothing. Into a symptom caused by so many other things and made up of so many other things, that the thing itself cannot and will no longer exist on its own.
Buddha would be proud? Yes, Buddha would be proud. After all, some of you may recognize this as the process of seeping into everything else and becoming one with the universe. But let me clarify; my process is not so tranquil and serene-it is instead a logical mind compulsion. haha. Say it with me now "Logical Mind Compulsion".
Well, enough about me..tootles!
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