My new addition to the blog will be a new picture each day from the past along with the story because we all know every picture tells a story and many of you have been asking for mine. I hope you enjoy.
This is my family at summers end. Raina looks to be a few months old and she was born in June of ’94.
Starbo’s boys would come every summer. The youngest, Denver, had not yet made his way to St John. Starbo thought he was too young so he waited a couple more years. Irvin was the oldest and close to eighteen. Jeremy is holding his baby sister. Yello has his arms wrapped around both my boys showing the love they all had for each other. Baba (Ivan) is on floor in front of Jeremy and Juma is off to the side. I am not sure how I got all their attention one time; how I get them to stop moving long enough for this picture. We must of been getting ready to head into town which was a sight to see. Raina in her car seat and everyone else pilled into the Toyota 4Runner filling every nook and cranny.
This was our living room in our five room shack. Two tiny rooms for the four boys in the middle. They shared the same age and the same room. Jeremy and Yello were 12, Brian and Baba were 10. Irvin slept on the very futon that is in the picture. So the living room became his bedroom at night. Raina and Juma slept with their mama and papa. The only other room was the small kitchen. We had no running water, no kitchen table and no bathroom this year. I’ll explain that on another day.
The walls only went half way up and the rest was screen. There was a large roof overhang to stop most the rain from coming in. Books were very important and consumed an entire wall of this tiny home.
We lived in the bush so our living space was very large, acres and acres of land with no buildings surrounding us. Very little time was spent indoors.
Starting up a Drum/Music class with wee little ones in Bonita Spring, Florida.
Join us with your wee little one every Wed from 11:30am to 12:30pm. Ages infant to 5 years old. (this can sway a bit if necessary)
We will spend 15 minutes of limin’ playtime then 30 minutes of music fun then end with 15 minutes more of just hang’n time. We will have an eclectic cultural experience for the little ones. Theme weeks. The first one will be Africa. So dress up your little one in lions or tigers or any animal costume you can think of. Be creative. Maybe just a tail made out of a sock filled with paper tied onto the waist. If you forget or don’t have time then don’t worry, the first 15 min we can do some quick face painting time. Your child will be immersed in rhythm and laughter which opens the heart and throat chakra spinning all the other chakras in a healthy connection to joy.
Barefoot Books has done it again. They have taken Phillis Gershator’s rhythmic verse’s and Alison Jay’s bright playful images and turned hard cardboard into a book your child digs out of the toy bin every night. Join your child to celebrate the sounds of the seasons, from summer to autumn, and winter to spring.
The second picture has a young boy laying on the grass watching the sky fly by. This provides an opportunity to reflect and share memories of how time fly’s by with your little one. Thoughts like, “I remember the day you came into the world.” “When you were a baby everyone loved your tiny fingers.”
And who doesn’t want to say, “Crick Crack, babies hatch. Peep Peep, Chickens scratch.” knowing these words tickle tiny ears.
Cardboard Box Office blog is a creation of Photo shoots of a family that has recently moved to a new country. I believe they went from New Zealand to Australia. Lilly, Leon, & (baby) Orson are having some mad fun and they are giving you a peek into there world thru photos.
I highly recommend you join them on their weekly postings.
“But I am happy when I see the colors of the threads in my hands. This is also a kind of recreational activity for me. When we sit together all of us and embroider the pieces we sing folk songs and our children play in the courtyard, we don’t need any other entertainment in our life.”
They sell tapestry’s, bedspreads, pillows and more made by artisans and craftsmen from India. It is a good place to shop for presents for loved ones as it supports mothers and children in small villages. Check them out here http://www.eyesofindia.com/ I often find myself in large corporate shops buying everyday items, dish soap and storage bins come to mind, and I am trying to change this to support more individuals.
One of my favorite pieces I bought from them was two tapestry’s made from antique hand beaded wedding dresses. It was a collage of many dresses. I can stare at it for quite a while with my mind thinking about all the time and patience and love that went into each stitch and placing each bead and then the women wearing it on her wedding day.
Do you have a favorite place you shop to support mothers and their families?
How many of you are lucky enough to have a child in your life?
For 30 years I woke up almost every day with a child physically present in my life.
My children are still in my life buy the closest lives three hours away.
Here is my life now:
After drumming and dancing for a few hours in my neighborhood park, I was walking back to my house with four various size hoola hoops slung around my neck and side. I’m happily taking each step, feeling content, but sometimes noticing the stares coming from passing cars. I suddenly flash on how much I would make sense to people if I had a string of children following me.
This was an easy task to accomplish over the years. I took it for granted that children would always follow me, always be around wondering what I was doing and eagerly wanting to come along.
I must confess that when I left the house I did not look around to see if anyone wanted to go with me. I am pretty independent and go when and where I want to go. I am also coherent enough to know there is no one in my house to ask anyway. I have not completely ‘lost it’ is what I am saying. But you would think that after 30 years it would feel a bit weird to go play in the park childless.
Most the time I do really well but at that moment, walking from a park with hoops slung on my body, moccasins on my feet, wearing my bright pink cut-up tee shirt, and people staring out their car windows looking for my lost kiddies, I felt the loss of children from my life.
My daughter brought back that shirt from her trip to Cambodia three years ago. It has a beautiful elephant on the front to remind me that she took care of an elephant for a week. She was so excited to give me the shirt but it was tiny and I was 20 pounds heavier. Determined to make the shirt work for me, I looked at tutorials on the computer and with scissors in hand, made my mark on the back, a heart. Still no bigger…so added side cuts…a little better so finished the sleeves with cute slits too.
I put this shirt on this morning cause I was missing her, now here it is, eight thirty at night, and my mind returns to her.
My mind takes me back in time about 15 years. My daughter and I are walking down our dirt road with a little girl Raina’s age, about five, and her mama who both live in our downstairs rental apartment. We are walking the mile long path that leads to a country store called ‘Love City Groceries’. Love City is the nickname of this Caribbean island called St John. Talking and walking in the hot summer sun, shaded occasionally with large Tamarind tress, we will soon reach the main dirt road. We see a donkey up ahead and think nothing of it. They are wild all over the island. The girls are ahead of us about twenty five feet. They pass the donkey but he starts to follow them. He seems to be showing strong interest in my daughter. She panics and starts to run, the donkey runs, I run, Raina’s little friends mama starts to run. Raina is screaming, I am screaming “Get”, Raina’s little friend’s mama is screaming “Get, Get out of here!” with her hands in punching mode. We are gaining on them, just like the donkey is gaining on my daughter. The donkey dips his head down and with his giant nostrils, he knocks my little girl onto the ground. I am ready to kill this donkey. I see that the other mama is ready to kill this donkey. In slow motion, this giant four legged hoofed monster takes another step toward my baby who is now helpless on the ground. Both mama’s are very close to this monster but not close enough. He walks over her…but does not touch her. No longer in slow motion, he runs away. I pick my little girl up who now has two holes in her polka dot stretch pants along with two dusty skinned knees. She is safe, we all are safe. I get her to laugh when I remind her what a story we have to tell her brothers when we get back home.
And when I get back home from my walk in the park, the only one I have to tell my story to is my computer. Thankfully, I have my computer.
So be grateful to walk with your children. When you just want a moment to finish telling your stories of the day to your friend who is walking with you and all your children combined, and you’re two minute story ends up being 15 minutes with all the “mom-look-at-this” or “mom-watch-me”s”, remember my story of how quickly it all disappears.
Remember that every moment for the rest of your life has a past, present and future to it. Be fully present to the moment at hand, don’t wish it away, no wishes are necessary, time is like a giant tidal wave and grabs everything in the present moment and quickly carries it to the past. Reminisce for a moment, dream for a moment and be grateful for this moment for it carries you to the next.
Be grateful for those children, for you brought them to this moment~~you carry them with you to the next.
I have been hearing about this Moringa for about two years now. A friend of mine grows it and makes lots of products from it. But until the last month or two I really didn’t pay it any mind.
I have been around natural herbs since I was 19 years old. I learned about them on my own, definitely not from any family member. Well I shouldn’t be so definite about that last sentence because my mother did teach me about toothpaste on bug bites and she swears by a bar of soap put near your feet in bed to take ailments out of your body. Can I just add too that my mother usually never swears.
In all those thirty-four years of actively studying herbs you would think I’d be an herb expert but the world is very large and the minute you think you know your stuff about twenty miracle cures pop up. Seriously. It happens so much that when someone says to me, “you need to try this, it will save your life”, my usual response is, “Really!, that’s nice.” As I look for another conversation to connect with. This sounds very rude as I am writing it. Very hoity toity. But I can’t help it. I did the whole Nature Sunshine thing where lots of people that sold for them use a pendulum to see what herbs you need and how many. My girl that signed me up for NS, Nancy, got a percentage of everything I sold. A check would be issued from the company to her for all my sales. People would leave these sessions, lead by Nancy, needing 25 pills of different stuff and they would be told to do them two to three times a day. That, for some, was 75 pills a day. I was part of all that. I believed in all that…then.
Pau D’Arco, green algae, bottled aloe vera and much more were pushed at high prices. And while I do believe that these nature remedies are beneficial, it is the marketing of them that turns me off.
Now it’s turmeric, milk thistle, guyabano or sour sop (which I actually love).
I believe in eating whole food, food grown without harsh chemicals in nutrient rich soil. I will pay extra for that. Not supplements. I am not a whole foods only purist. I do keep a few things in my cabinet for rainy days, days when my body needs an extra boost. I take Kelp to hopefully pull some of the heavy metals from my body due to the toxic world we live in, and I like flax seed oil just to keep me oiled up, so to say, in my wise sage years. A little acidophilus to counter all the years I was on constant antibiotics as a kid, first for asthma and then for slight acne. Those are my little boost up, so to say.
So why am I writing my second post in a week about Moringa?
It was brought to my house by a friend on one of our juice Meetups I do monthly. She had been to FGCU (Florida Gulf Coast University) food forest weekly Friday tours and picked some of the leaves off one of their many Moringa Trees planted by the students and teachers for their permaculture food forest. She told us about all the goodness of this plant and left me a good amount of leaves. She had went to so much trouble to gather, clean and carry them to my home that I didn’t have heart to compost all the leaves that were left behind so I broke them free of the stems, set them in a large bowl on my kitchen table with lots of air flow and sunshine and they dried out very nicely, leaving lots of green color with them.
This led me to started making tea, lots of tea. Every time anyone comes over they have a pot of Moringa, homegrown lemongrass and peppermint tea combination that I think taste yummy. No need for sugar due to the mild flavor that is created.
The nutritional components found in this product are overwhelming. It contains high amounts of vitamins, minerals, fiber, and protein. Of course you don’t get fiber or protein with the tea but you do get the vitamins and minerals. The leaves can be added to your food the same way you add parsley or basil. Moringa Oleifera is used throughout the world as a food (leaves eaten whole) due to high nutrition content. It insures pregnant women and children will not be undernourished.
The Moringa tea is reported to be anti-inflamatory according to a study I read in GreenMedInfo. Look at this page for lots more scientific facts about moringa.
I will end this post with the quotes from a website I found by a Dr Julian Hakim, MD. It a supplement site and as previously said, I am always a bit leary on these but there are some good things to note.
The Moringa plant provides a rich and rare combination of zeatin, quercetin, β- sitosterol, caffeoylquinic acid and kaempferol. In addition to its compelling water purifying powers and high nutritional value, M. oleifera is very important for its medicinal value.
Various parts of this plant such as the leaves, roots, seed, bark, fruit, flowers and immature pods act as cardiac and circulatory stimulants, possess antitumor, antipyretic, anti epileptic, anti inflammatory anti ulcer antispasmodic, diuretic, antihypertensive, cholesterol lowering, antioxidant, antidiabetic, hepatoprotective, antibacterial and antifungal activities, and are being employed for the treatment of different ailments in the indigenous system of medicine, particularly in South Asia.
Moringa Oleifera is one of those products that has been used in many different ways to treat conditions such as anemia, arthritis, asthma, cancer, constipation, diabetes, epilepsy, heart conditions, hypertension, kidney stones, thyroid disorders, and infections.
Among its numerous medicinal uses are:
Antibacterial and antifungal activities
Antihypertensive, diuretic and cholesterol lowering activities
Antispasmodic, antiulcer and hepatoprotective activities
Antitumor and anticancer activities
It has water purifying properties.
He also notes this on his site.
According to an analysis of 100 grams of the edible portion of Moringa oleifera the various parts of this plant have been shown to contain as much of the following water-soluble vitamins: 2.6mg of vitamin B1 (thiamine), 20.5mg of vitamin B2 (riboflavin), 8.2mg of vitamin B3 (nicotinic acid), and 220mg of vitamin C (ascorbic acid). In addition, this same portion of edible product contains as much of the following fat-soluble vitamins: 16.3mg of vitamin A, 113mg of vitamin E (alpha-tocopherol acetate); as much as 423mg of the lipotropic element, Choline; 19.2 grams of fiber; and several key minerals: 2003mg of Calcium, 368mg of Magnesium, 204mg of Phosphorus, 1324mg of Potassium, 3.1mg of Copper, 28.2mg of Iron, and 870mg of Selenium.
In other words, it contains 3 times more iron than spinach, more calcium than 6 cups of milk, 4 times the potassium in a banana, 7 times the vitamin C in an orange and more protein than yogurt.
Does anyone else do this? Set up an office in every inch of your living space?
Basic office needs: purse with credit cards to pay bills. Magnifying glasses to see. Bills, and Fresh smoothie made with organic froxen strawberries, bannanas, and sweet cheeries, coconut milk and almond milk. that’s it. Nothing else. Opps, I forgot…computor.
Yes I know October passed, luckily 13 days ago, which is the point. Thirteen represents good luck. There are thirteen moons in a year. The Lunar calendar (13 months) was changed to a solar calendar (12 months). Why? Some believe to take power away from women. After the fall of the matriarchal society, it was the patriarchal society, knowing it symbolized the sacred feminine, that created stories of doom related to this number. They will tell you events of death and destruction that happen on that day. Judas, the betrayer of Jesus, was the thirteenth at the table, Apollo 13…need I say more?, some planes crashed on the 13th (never mind all the other plane crashes on other days), some Norse legend about 12 Gods at a Banquet and a next one (13th God) came and killed one of the other Gods, starting lots of natural disasters.
Men needed to create fear with the number thirteen to squelch the feminine power. And for most people, it worked.
So it seems fitting that thirteen days after the month long celebration of the Goddess Durga, the mother of the universe, I would add a post about her.
She is believed to be the power behind the work of creation, preservation, and destruction of the world. This confuses some. How can she create and destroy? Well…she creates life and destroys evil.
The word “Durga” in Sanskrit means a fort, or a place which is difficult to overrun. This represent a safe house to me. A place where others and myself can find peace.
Another meaning of “Durga” is “Durgatinashini,” which literally translates into “the one who eliminates sufferings.” Thus, Hindus believe that goddess Durga protects her devotees from the evils of the world and at the same time removes their miseries. I like this. I want to be more Durga-ish and protect all my children from miseries. With four of my own and four more of Starbo’s, this is a lot of miseries. Plus all earths children feel like mine some days. I want to protect them all.
The lion represents power, will and determination. Mother Durga riding the lion symbolises her mastery over all these qualities. Wahoo…bring on the lion.
I want to be more Durgaya-ish. She listens to her devotees and attends to their needs. I do find I listen more intently these days. Being in a place of service is good for me and humanity. It is a win win situation.