Meredith Kendall's Blog, page 37
January 16, 2015
cold
Came home early from work, sick. Cold viruses are making the rounds and one settled on me. Came home, cranked up the heat, and curled up in blankets with a good book and a pot of herbal tea. Couldn't get warm and couldn't understand why. It was sunny and 36 degrees when I came home.
Took some echinacea tincture, drank respiratory tea, took a spoonful of Lynn's dark smoky honey, a spoonful of elderberry syrup, some ibuprofen. Cranked up the heat even more. Piled on the blankets. Read.
Couldn't get warm. Checked the temperature and wind-speed. Oh. It's 10 below outside, with the windchill and I've got a drafty house. It's winter in Maine. Cold.
Took some echinacea tincture, drank respiratory tea, took a spoonful of Lynn's dark smoky honey, a spoonful of elderberry syrup, some ibuprofen. Cranked up the heat even more. Piled on the blankets. Read.
Couldn't get warm. Checked the temperature and wind-speed. Oh. It's 10 below outside, with the windchill and I've got a drafty house. It's winter in Maine. Cold.
January 12, 2015
Winter dreams of summer gardens
Just finished the last of the garden raspberries. At the height of the season I picked 4 sandwich bags per day; tossed them into the freezer.
I ate all I wanted, gave lots away, and still had a full freezer at the end of summer. They were good on oatmeal and as fruit smoothies. The berries in the freezer were worth hundreds of dollars. I know because I just purchased a bag of frozen berries from the grocery store. Ten dollars for a 3 pound bag.
I wish the artichoke had produced. I love artichokes. My son and daughter-in-law gave me a seedling for Mother's Day. It thrived, but did not produce. Artichokes are $3 each at the grocery store. Wouldn't it be great to be able to pick from the back garden, organic, and steam a freshly picked artichoke?
I ate all I wanted, gave lots away, and still had a full freezer at the end of summer. They were good on oatmeal and as fruit smoothies. The berries in the freezer were worth hundreds of dollars. I know because I just purchased a bag of frozen berries from the grocery store. Ten dollars for a 3 pound bag.
I wish the artichoke had produced. I love artichokes. My son and daughter-in-law gave me a seedling for Mother's Day. It thrived, but did not produce. Artichokes are $3 each at the grocery store. Wouldn't it be great to be able to pick from the back garden, organic, and steam a freshly picked artichoke?
January 11, 2015
life between lives hypnosis
was one of the most powerful experiences in my life. It was a four-hour session. I felt joy, longing, recognition, and unconditional love; I laughed and cried; I saw many past lives; I saw the book of my life.
January 6, 2015
14,096
That random photo of a hospital sign, now 14,096 views.
January 3, 2015
8,192 people reached
Usually my Facebook posts reach 5 people. Maybe 10.
This one is going crazy and I have no idea why.
I was visiting a friend at the hospital and noticed a sign about their Reiki services. I snapped a pic and posted it. Just an ordinary photo of a sign in a hospital. A sign about Reiki. Now shared by 119 people, viewed by 8,192 people. Amazing.
This one is going crazy and I have no idea why.
I was visiting a friend at the hospital and noticed a sign about their Reiki services. I snapped a pic and posted it. Just an ordinary photo of a sign in a hospital. A sign about Reiki. Now shared by 119 people, viewed by 8,192 people. Amazing.
2015
So a month has gone by since my last post. Over a month. Been busy.
It was a healthy self-care holiday. I spent lots of time with family and friends. I did yoga, drank fruit smoothies, and walked. I spun a moorit fleece into 15 fat balls of yarn and read several books. Cooked and cleaned. Felt happy.
The best moments are when time stops and you notice that life is good. I get those a lot when crawling on the floor with my grandson. Had one today in the grocery store with a friend; she was so delighted with the selections and displays, so happy to be out and about. Another one today: I was playing with puppies, sharing Reiki with them. Three of them curled up and fell asleep at my feet, my hands wrapped around their tiny bodies. Another one today: back home with a pot of hot lemon tea, lit candles, a good book, and a snowstorm on the way.
Please notice those moments in your life.
It was a healthy self-care holiday. I spent lots of time with family and friends. I did yoga, drank fruit smoothies, and walked. I spun a moorit fleece into 15 fat balls of yarn and read several books. Cooked and cleaned. Felt happy.
The best moments are when time stops and you notice that life is good. I get those a lot when crawling on the floor with my grandson. Had one today in the grocery store with a friend; she was so delighted with the selections and displays, so happy to be out and about. Another one today: I was playing with puppies, sharing Reiki with them. Three of them curled up and fell asleep at my feet, my hands wrapped around their tiny bodies. Another one today: back home with a pot of hot lemon tea, lit candles, a good book, and a snowstorm on the way.
Please notice those moments in your life.
November 25, 2014
INFJ
Myers-Briggs test. Have you taken it?
"...at intervals INFJs will suddenly withdraw into themselves, sometimes shutting out even their intimates. This apparent paradox is a necessary escape valve for them, providing both time to rebuild their depleted resources and a filter to prevent the emotional overload to which they are so susceptible as inherent "givers." As a pattern of behavior, it is perhaps the most confusing aspect of the enigmatic INFJ character to outsiders, and hence the most often misunderstood -- particularly by those who have little experience with this rare type."
http://www.humanmetrics.com/personali...
I take the Myers-Briggs test every few years and I always get INFJ. Took it again this evening: INFJ. I read the description and it explained me to me.
Something I'd been puzzling over recently: balancing solitude with socialization.
"...at intervals INFJs will suddenly withdraw into themselves, sometimes shutting out even their intimates. This apparent paradox is a necessary escape valve for them, providing both time to rebuild their depleted resources and a filter to prevent the emotional overload to which they are so susceptible as inherent "givers." As a pattern of behavior, it is perhaps the most confusing aspect of the enigmatic INFJ character to outsiders, and hence the most often misunderstood -- particularly by those who have little experience with this rare type."
http://www.humanmetrics.com/personali...
I take the Myers-Briggs test every few years and I always get INFJ. Took it again this evening: INFJ. I read the description and it explained me to me.
Something I'd been puzzling over recently: balancing solitude with socialization.
November 24, 2014
casserole
I want to make a potato casserole for Thanksgiving dinner this week. Potatoes, garlic, and leeks in cream sauce. There will probably be between 15 and 20 people at dinner. My family is scattered, working. Thanksgiving will be with dear friends.
I walked away from most of my pots and pans seven years ago, and didn't have a large casserole dish. I've been thinking I should acquire one, hadn't noticed one in the second-hand shops. Hadn't ventured into the handmade pottery shops.
Today I searched my favorite Maine adventure store. One never knows what one will find there. It's a rotating panoply. There were baking dishes, but none had lids. Except the bean pots. There were bean pots with lids. That was a possibility. Twenty dollars each.
The fancy kitchen store down the street was next on my search list. The pots and pans in there were several hundred dollars each. Appliances too. Small pretty bowl $8. Expensive. I found a bright orange ceramic casserole dish with cover for $85. I would have to want, need, and admire a casserole dish very much to spend that much money. I said to the clerk, "I found a covered casserole dish for $85. Do you have any that cost less?"
She replied, "We have many colors. What color did you want?"
I said, "The color is beautiful. I wanted a cheaper one. Do you have any cheaper ones?"
She stopped to admire the $85 casserole dish: stroking it and lifting the lid; she pretended to think, wandered for a few moments, and then proceeded straight to a low shelf in the back. "Well, there's this," she said disdainfully. "Anchor Hocking, $10." It was a large, clear, glass casserole dish with a lid.
"Perfect! I'll take it, thanks."
There will be a potato casserole.
I walked away from most of my pots and pans seven years ago, and didn't have a large casserole dish. I've been thinking I should acquire one, hadn't noticed one in the second-hand shops. Hadn't ventured into the handmade pottery shops.
Today I searched my favorite Maine adventure store. One never knows what one will find there. It's a rotating panoply. There were baking dishes, but none had lids. Except the bean pots. There were bean pots with lids. That was a possibility. Twenty dollars each.
The fancy kitchen store down the street was next on my search list. The pots and pans in there were several hundred dollars each. Appliances too. Small pretty bowl $8. Expensive. I found a bright orange ceramic casserole dish with cover for $85. I would have to want, need, and admire a casserole dish very much to spend that much money. I said to the clerk, "I found a covered casserole dish for $85. Do you have any that cost less?"
She replied, "We have many colors. What color did you want?"
I said, "The color is beautiful. I wanted a cheaper one. Do you have any cheaper ones?"
She stopped to admire the $85 casserole dish: stroking it and lifting the lid; she pretended to think, wandered for a few moments, and then proceeded straight to a low shelf in the back. "Well, there's this," she said disdainfully. "Anchor Hocking, $10." It was a large, clear, glass casserole dish with a lid.
"Perfect! I'll take it, thanks."
There will be a potato casserole.
November 21, 2014
Almine's 9 Questions
What is the lesson?
What is the contract?
What is the role?
What is the mirror?
What is the gift?
Can I allow?
Can I accept?
Can I release?
Can I be grateful?
Almine, December 2014 Sedona Journal of Emergence
What is the contract?
What is the role?
What is the mirror?
What is the gift?
Can I allow?
Can I accept?
Can I release?
Can I be grateful?
Almine, December 2014 Sedona Journal of Emergence
