Momma Bear Apothecary

Katie is Momma Bear Apothecary.  momma bear apothecaryShe makes things, sells things, teaches things. She is teaching and selling her goods at a retail start-up which appeals to the inner hippy in all of us. The casual square footage is dotted with watery art pieces, stones, wood, herbs and oils.  I hope Lotus of the Moon enjoys retail success. They have started small but judging from the traffic I saw today, they are filling a niche in this community.

It was at Lotus of the Moon that Katie, my niece, taught me (and others) how to make a mala bracelet. I didn’t really understand what a mala was but I do now. The mala necklace is a well-known mediation tool.  Katie started making mala bracelets, sharing with us that she simply doesn’t have the time to meditate with a full mala necklace.  The mala bracelet became her go-to.

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Hands and bracelets pictured were, I believe, from today’s class.

Now I will simply have no excuse not to meditate. I don’t have a mantra yet but dang, I bet I can come up with something.

Aaahhhh.  I’m feeling better already!

Logo and photo courtesy of Momma Bear Apothecary

“Well Howdy, Partner.”

“I’m back in the saddle again…”

I might have heard the solitary whistle of a lone cowboy warbling over the plains when I read today’s prompt.  August heat and a smoky sky hang over my town, a hazy reminder of distant fires and days before my time.

The wild west isn’t so wild anymore yet where I live there is still plenty of desert untouched by irrigation.  Dusty and parched scrub lands reach their truest browns and yellows about this time of year.

Last weekend I picnicked on the Columbia Reach in an area so beautiful that when I crested the hill on the approach the view simply took my breath away. Water inlets were dazzling in the summer sun. It was the rolling desert beyond that invited the eye.  Miles and miles of arid glory met the sky in a grand continuum. You can only live that moment once.

 

Photo:  Cowboys by Karrez Majik

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Vertical Gastric Sleeve – Day 139

Weight loss has stopped cold. Crawled a bit. Stopped cold again. I’m in a pattern now.

But what of my other health goals? Still taking wee amounts of hypertension med. Still taking a bit of Metformin.  This is improvement and I will take it as success.

Inflammation? Now there is a story to tell.

The mystery between inflammation and bariatric surgery cannot be fully explained yet. My arthritis did not flee, it’s just behaving little better these days. Weight loss alone cannot explain the remission of inflammation of tissue around joints.  Better overall diet might play a key role, but one simply cannot pin this benefit squarely where it belongs.

Still…who’s complaining about feeling better?  Not me!

 

 

Miss Almira Gulch

Miss Almira Gulch terrified this child when she came screaming down the Kansas landscape on her bicycle, little Toto trapped in her basket.  The Wizard of Oz delivered us a wonderful villain.Actress Margaret Hamilton barged onto the flat, sepia farm with such ferocity that she seemed to suck the very air out of the place.

While Auntie Em would take the brunt of Gulch’s vitriol, it was Uncle Henry who punctuated her visit when he shut the gate, hitting Gulch on the backside as she went through.

If there was an Oscar for best performance by a gate…surely Henry and Em’s gate would have taken the prize that year!

A search re Hamilton this morning revealed she had been a kindergarten teacher. Imagine what lively books she brought to life for her little students!

Wikipedia quotes Hamilton speaking about her personal appearances before children:

“Almost always they want me to laugh like the Witch. And sometimes when I go to schools, if we’re in an auditorium, I’ll do it. And there’s always a funny reaction, like ‘Ye gods, they wish they hadn’t asked.’ They’re scared. They’re really scared for a second. Even adolescents. I guess for a minute they get the feeling they got when they watched the picture. They like to hear it but they ‘don’t’ like to hear it. And then they go, ‘Ohhhhhhhhhh…!’ The picture made a terrible impression of some kind on them, sometimes a ghastly impression, but most of them got over it, I guess…because when I talk like the Witch, and when I laugh, there is a hesitation and then they clap. They’re clapping at hearing the sound again.”

 

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Girl Whacks Ball

Tetherball was a lifesaver in my childhood.  It filled lonely spots on the playground with a zen-like calmness when played alone.

Sometimes boys made it a ‘cage-fight-to-the death’ during recesses at Hoover Elementary.  tetherball

I was one of the tougher girl players, but not the best. The physics of tetherball were right up my alley. I didn’t need to be a fast runner, but strength and timing were still key.

Funny how a thin pole, a string and a dangling object can keep a cat endlessly entertained.

How much more so an independent little girl!

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