Meredith Kendall's Blog, page 33
June 17, 2015
Water
Fresh cold local organic free-range gluten-free vegan spring water. My favorite beverage.
June 8, 2015
June 1, 2015
a few more degrees
any colder and we'll have to shovel this.
It's June 1 in Maine, rainy and 47F (8.3C) outside, 62 inside. Cold. I turned on the oven so I can open the door every now and then and blast my face with heat. Sear my eyebrows. Scorch my cheeks. Roast my nose.
It's June 1 in Maine, rainy and 47F (8.3C) outside, 62 inside. Cold. I turned on the oven so I can open the door every now and then and blast my face with heat. Sear my eyebrows. Scorch my cheeks. Roast my nose.
May 31, 2015
healing circle
We meet quarterly, a circle of healers, we heal each other.
I drove nearly an hour, through forests, past farms and ponds. I brought ocean rocks for my friends, and a bowl of salad to share: greens from my garden mixed with rice and lentils, seasoned with garlic and lemon juice, topped with seared asparagus and cherry tomatoes.
We took turns on the table. I saw us as circles of colored light. I couldn't feel my hands but I could feel our energy. We smudged with sage, sprayed a moldavite mist, made crystalline grids around the person on the table, played drums and rattles, and did hands-on energy healing.
During my time on the table I saw myself as Fort Popham. I was a circle of living breathing stone. I was dandelion fluff blowing against the walls, the stone foundation, and the soft ocean waves. They said they saw and heard a cyclone of wind blowing through my chakras, one at a time.
I felt the power of the other healers. I felt stardust, fairy sprinkles, floaty cosmic and grounding earth energy.
Then we had lunch. Cold salads, because it's been so hot the past few days, but today is cold and rainy. 53 degrees F. I drove back home and am curled up in my warm wool shawl.
I drove nearly an hour, through forests, past farms and ponds. I brought ocean rocks for my friends, and a bowl of salad to share: greens from my garden mixed with rice and lentils, seasoned with garlic and lemon juice, topped with seared asparagus and cherry tomatoes.
We took turns on the table. I saw us as circles of colored light. I couldn't feel my hands but I could feel our energy. We smudged with sage, sprayed a moldavite mist, made crystalline grids around the person on the table, played drums and rattles, and did hands-on energy healing.
During my time on the table I saw myself as Fort Popham. I was a circle of living breathing stone. I was dandelion fluff blowing against the walls, the stone foundation, and the soft ocean waves. They said they saw and heard a cyclone of wind blowing through my chakras, one at a time.
I felt the power of the other healers. I felt stardust, fairy sprinkles, floaty cosmic and grounding earth energy.
Then we had lunch. Cold salads, because it's been so hot the past few days, but today is cold and rainy. 53 degrees F. I drove back home and am curled up in my warm wool shawl.
dark as dusk
It's morning, but dark as dusk outside. Expecting four days of rain and drizzle. Good gardening weather. I'll transplant seedlings into the garden: hot peppers, basil, and eggplant. I'll pull weeds. Wander and putter in the cool mist. Sit in the summerhouse and listen to the rain.
May 27, 2015
changes in the neighborhood
Out back beyond the fence the swearing fighting couple moved out. A sweet young family moved in. They knocked on my door a few minutes ago; the young boy needed to retrieve his soccer ball.
Out front, across the street, the old man died. Funeral last week. The widow stays, but doesn't come out much. Her kids check on her frequently.
Kitty corner neighbors' trash blew all over the street on Tuesday. Greasy paper plates, Burger King and potato chip bags, and lots of plastic bags. Blew down the street, onto our lawns and driveways.
The lilacs are going by. Every afternoon I hear lawn mowers.
Out front, across the street, the old man died. Funeral last week. The widow stays, but doesn't come out much. Her kids check on her frequently.
Kitty corner neighbors' trash blew all over the street on Tuesday. Greasy paper plates, Burger King and potato chip bags, and lots of plastic bags. Blew down the street, onto our lawns and driveways.
The lilacs are going by. Every afternoon I hear lawn mowers.
May 25, 2015
be concise
Why say "signage" when you can say "signs?"
orange
Reiki.
It's everywhere and everything. Not separate. Difficult to describe or measure.
It's like love. Not like the color orange or a refrigerator.
It's everywhere and everything. Not separate. Difficult to describe or measure.
It's like love. Not like the color orange or a refrigerator.
May 22, 2015
browntail moth caterpillar
Went to a coastal state park today. I brought a murder mystery and New Age magazine and planned to spread out on a sunny rock and have a good read. I had my sun hat and reader sunglasses. Ready for sun and summer and a beach read. Waves, islands, and ospreys. Beach glass, shells, stones. Hikers, bird-watchers, tourists.
The ranger met me at the gate with an 8 x 10 glossy printed warning with colored illustrations. She spoke to me for 10 minutes about the high population and dangers of the browntail moth caterpillar. They generate toxic fibers. Said she was extremely sensitive to them and was on restricted duty. She spit a little when she spoke.
Said the caterpillars' fibers drift in the air and land on our skin; we breathe them in. Most people get a poison ivy-type rash, some experience trouble breathing, and a small percent go into anaphylaxis, (a hypersensitivity over-reaction of our immune system). She wore long gray pants; her tan long-sleeved ranger shirt was buttoned up to the neck. She had short coarse grey hair, stuck up from her head like the fuzz on a caterpillar.
Poisonous caterpillar hairs.
Said the risk will persist until July when they pupate, but that doesn't end the danger. It will take several good rainstorms to rinse the air and leaves. She shook a little. Keep your car windows closed, close your sunroof, if you have one. She inspected my car. No sunroof.
Go home and shower. Wash your clothes in very sudsy water. She spit again when she said sudsy.
Warned me not to linger under oak trees. Don't sit at picnic tables under oak trees. I looked up. We were in an oak forest.
I parked under an oak tree and jogged to the rocky beach. High tide. No itch, could still breathe, no throat-tightening. Was surviving so far. I walked out on the rocks. No people around anywhere. Wonder why. Saw the famous osprey settling into her/his flat nest at the top of a tall tree, on a near island. Looked at the islands, at the patches of blue sky. Still no itch.
Jogged back to my car.
Browntail moth Euproctis chrysorrhoea (L.)
The ranger met me at the gate with an 8 x 10 glossy printed warning with colored illustrations. She spoke to me for 10 minutes about the high population and dangers of the browntail moth caterpillar. They generate toxic fibers. Said she was extremely sensitive to them and was on restricted duty. She spit a little when she spoke.
Said the caterpillars' fibers drift in the air and land on our skin; we breathe them in. Most people get a poison ivy-type rash, some experience trouble breathing, and a small percent go into anaphylaxis, (a hypersensitivity over-reaction of our immune system). She wore long gray pants; her tan long-sleeved ranger shirt was buttoned up to the neck. She had short coarse grey hair, stuck up from her head like the fuzz on a caterpillar.
Poisonous caterpillar hairs.
Said the risk will persist until July when they pupate, but that doesn't end the danger. It will take several good rainstorms to rinse the air and leaves. She shook a little. Keep your car windows closed, close your sunroof, if you have one. She inspected my car. No sunroof.
Go home and shower. Wash your clothes in very sudsy water. She spit again when she said sudsy.
Warned me not to linger under oak trees. Don't sit at picnic tables under oak trees. I looked up. We were in an oak forest.
I parked under an oak tree and jogged to the rocky beach. High tide. No itch, could still breathe, no throat-tightening. Was surviving so far. I walked out on the rocks. No people around anywhere. Wonder why. Saw the famous osprey settling into her/his flat nest at the top of a tall tree, on a near island. Looked at the islands, at the patches of blue sky. Still no itch.
Jogged back to my car.
Browntail moth Euproctis chrysorrhoea (L.)
May 18, 2015
Reiki
Feel it, be it, share it.
Some feel heat, others coolness. Sometimes a tingling, almost an itch. Sometimes there's a great gathering and release of emotion.
When I exercise I know I took care of my body, when I write a paper I know I took care of my mind. When I share Reiki I know I took care of my spirit.
Some feel heat, others coolness. Sometimes a tingling, almost an itch. Sometimes there's a great gathering and release of emotion.
When I exercise I know I took care of my body, when I write a paper I know I took care of my mind. When I share Reiki I know I took care of my spirit.
