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Out of Practice

I’ve spent the last couple of weeks completely avoiding my yoga practice. Right now, I’m on my ladies’ holiday and it’s the full moon today, so maybe I’ll get back into things on Wednesday. With my husband out of town, I just haven’t felt like doing yoga, PLUS I’ve just felt run down and icky for a couple weeks. Definitely reached a head late last week with a truly nasty bout of PMS.

I’m feeling better today. Went back to the weight room, even though I did things a little differently. I’m thinking of shifting my weight routine to doing 3 sets instead of 5 and trying to use heavier weights in the second two sets. Maybe use one set for warm-up, then one set at a heavier weight, and if I still feel like I have it in me increase again for the third set, so that I’m pretty wiped after the third set.

Today I actually had a guy “come to my rescue” after my third set of squats. I hadn’t bothered to change the height of the rack so it was ever-so-slightly too high for me. No worries, I could get the bar back up there, but when I bumped it on my first try, this guy felt the need to leap to my rescue AND point out that it was set too high. Yes, thanks, please go away. I’m not a damsel in distress.

Tonight is the full moon.  I’ll probably do a meditation, maybe a tarot reading.

I’ve still been cooking.  Keep an eye on my Tumblr for some pics later on.  Dunno if anything I’ve cooked is posted-recipe-worthy.  But it’s still yummy.  Husband got back on Saturday night and has said that all he wants right now is home cooking and snuggling, both of which I’m more than happy to provide.


Nourishing Pagan

Waterhouse, "The Magic Circle"

I identify with a pagan spiritual path.  While I don’t make a huge deal of it, I don’t deny this.  Sometimes I feel like so much of the real and traditional foods movement is so populated with devout Christians that it almost seems a prerequisite to be Christian and strongly faithful to be dedicated to the traditional foods movement.  With books like The Maker’s Diet advocating a traditional-foods approach, and the plethora of Christian real food bloggers, I sometimes feel like a small, quiet minority.

And, to some extent, I definitely feel like so many people see the “pagan” label as something that teenagers and maladjusted spinsters use to make themselves feel special.  While I’m guilty of believing that of people myself (just because it’s not true in general does not mean it’s never true), this is not my situation.  I honestly identify with the more down-to-Earth, everyday nature of the divine that nature-revering spirituality represents to me.  I don’t run around wearing a pentacle (not a symbol with which I identify), or praising the Goddess loudly, or dancing naked under the full moon (not that I wouldn’t ever).  But I keep a meditation altar with symbols special to me in a back room and sit there in quiet meditation and reverence for the forces that walk unseen behind the nature of all things.

Traditional foods have a lot to do with this, to me.  It saddens me that so much of the traditional foods community is Christian and that so much of the pagan community is veg*n because the two actually have a lot in common.  Traditional foods are a way of honoring the processes that our ancestors developed to bring this species from the primordial ooze to the populating virtually every continent on Earth.  Denying our bodies certain types of nourishment based on an external and artificial moral construct is denying part of our relationship to the Earth.  Animals kill to eat all the time, and we are of the type of animal that kills to eat.  While veg*nism is certainly closer to nature than the mindless adherence to the SAD and all its industrial food horrors, prostheletizing veg*nism while decrying the artificiality of Christian morals is hypocritical.

So I guess what I’m trying to say is kind of like that Dar Williams song:  Christians and pagans should get together and pursue real, traditional foods together.  Any other pagan real foodies here?

Thoughts on a Frigid Imbolc

Today is the pagan feast of Imbolc. The traditions have lived on, in all places, in the tradition of Groundhog’s day. It was believed that the Celtic crone-deity Cailleach gathered the last of her firewood for winter on this day, so if she knew that winter was to last a while longer, she would make the day bright and sunny so she could gather plenty of wood. I guess a groundhog looks a little like an old woman, and if she could see her shadow, that means it’s sunny out.

Well, it’s gray. And cold. And they’re forecasting freezing rain for the afternoon, evening, and into tomorrow. Cailleach would not want to get out of her warm bed, let alone venture out and do manual labor. So I suppose that means the promise of spring will be fulfilled sooner rather than later.
In my little corner of the world, February is when the dawn starts coming noticeably sooner, when the threat of ice and snow begin to wane, and when the temperatures begin to rise, just a little bit. It is the time when I start venturing out earlier in the mornings to go for my run, or even sneak out of my office for a half hour during the day to walk in the open air. It’s a month of warming, of the beginnings of foods starting to come back to the table. The hens will start laying more; the sheep and goats will give birth and the milk starts flowing.
Tonight, I shall make a meal of pancakes with sheep’s milk cheese and honey, with a side of hardy greens and garlic, to remind us that, though winter may be deep, spring is always promised to us at the end.
{an aside: I have launched a new site, Wellness the Wild Woman Way, where I plan to share more article-like thoughts on specific health and wellness topics. I hope you stop by and say hi.}


This post is part of Fight Back Friday at Food Renegade.

Every day is a feast in modern life, it seems. Every day we live our lives saturated and over-stimulated, with abundance at every turn.

It lessens the impact of the true meaning of the feast. When we can grab a super-sized double-cheese-double-burger with extra large fries and a grande iced latte at the drive through any day of the week, we lose sight of the fact that, for most of human existence, eating was something that could not be taken for granted.
Or clothing. Or shelter. All these things were products of hard work.
True, we work for our money. But how many of us actually craft anything by hand anymore? How many have made a garment, or even a loaf of bread?
When food is made by hand, we appreciate the meaning of a feast. The feast is abundant and varied, each dish taking time and care to make. This is why holidays were called feast days. Tonight, I prepare a harvest feast for myself and my husband, and we shall appreciate the meaning behind a feast because it all comes from us.

A Season of Gratitude

This post is part of Simple Lives Thursday at GNOWFGLINS.

Today is the first full day of Autumn, and the Equinox, when traditionally is celebrated the second of the three pagan harvest festivals, Mabon. It also happens to be the full moon, so the Harvest Moon actually falls on the Harvest Festival. Neat.

In honor of what is called pagan thanksgiving, I want to share some of the blessings that I’ve recognized in my life over the past year:
  1. About a year ago, I first discovered traditional, nourishing diets, and was able, by changing the way I eat, to go from at least one migraine per week to going over two months without a migraine. I now have one maybe once a month, usually when I’m stressed or the weather is strange.
  2. I’m so glad I’ve started researching herbal remedies in the Wise Woman tradition. Adding nourishing infusions to my lifestyle seems a gentler way of healing than just having remedies for acute symptoms.
  3. I’m thankful that I have a wonderful husband who supports all these changes I’ve made, and has even added his own.
  4. I’m thankful for the understanding and support of my family members, despite the fact that they don’t have the same philosophies.
  5. I’m glad that I’ve had a year full of learning and productivity, and I look forward to taking the next step with my degree and getting a new job.