thanksgiving

Thanksgiving--and I skipped alot of classes. Anybody miss me?:) Of course I had a reason--my 12 yr old daughter came back from her dads for the weekend, arriving just as class started on friday. I was not skipping a moment I could have with her! I did go to dragon dance--as I committed to that--but spent the rest of the weekend with her. She is doing well, and I'm proud of her for the most part. Forgetting to pack more than 1 pr of socks and only 2 undies for a long weekend....ok we still have work to do. But she's doing ok without me--bittersweet, but good. I am thankful for all we shared this weekend. Which includes a totally awesome time at the laser quest on the west-end! Next time the team HAS to come! Other things lately--doing this course with Ms Donahue, my latest aha was that I dont necessarily need to make more money (although that would be nice...) I would be happy making the same with way more time to myself. I want time to train in the day, when I'm fresh and gungho; I want to do crossfit and wall climbing on the west end. (Our latest thing has been learning to allow ourselves to want--so many of us edit ourselves so bad we've forgotten how.) I want time, flexibility, fun, adventure! And then theres my adventures in gluten free and dairy free cooking...so glad that field is being plowed by those ahead of me. I tried a pizza recipe that was pretty good for no grain, no dairy. Hallelujah! Normal food! (Relatively) One of the websites for this type of food had a great blog that I want to share. Enjoy my plagerism! This is a post about time. Some days I feel as if I am slave to the calendar, an unwitting cog in the wheel of the year with Sundays and holidays appointed by proxy, designated by some superior force that rules my random wandering nature with an unforgiving fist, demanding obedience. Charting the course of my life. Then I remember the truth. Time is an invention born of the Big Bang. Debris hurtling through space- at increasing velocity. And here we are, hurtling along with it. Stuck to a rock spinning its own orbital logic. Logic so tiny in the fantastical face of infinity, the depth and breadth of vast, hollow, endless space. In the beyond-comprehension scheme of things, we are all walking talking miracles. It is truly beyond extraordinary that we are here at all, with all the subatomic quantum level things that could go wrong. With all the near misses. And all that never was. Life is breathtakingly rare, intricately fragile, and so surprising. Perhaps that's why we set apart a season to ponder the harvest, to cultivate gratitude. I'm all for it. I'm all for it because of all the petty, surface level annoyances we endure, all the itches and aches and heartbreaks and mundane difficulties, all the tricks and rationalizations we serve ourselves to distract ourselves, just to survive. To get through the day. To endure until tomorrow. To re-imagine what is possible. Or ignore the inevitable. To flirt with meaning. To invite love in. To create a connection. To let go of something toxic. To embrace something raw or something tender. To risk something wonderful. Or scary. Because the risk gleams with promise. Read more: http://glutenfreegoddess.blogspot.com/2011/11/gluten-free-pumpkin-streusel-muffins.html#ixzz28lQ971jr Happy Thanksgiving!