Meredith Kendall's Blog, page 83
November 29, 2012
Hey
... still waiting to hear about the scholarly article Dr Erica & I wrote.
I submitted it to a journal last June. Saw the statistician today and he asked about the article.
"Still waiting to hear," I told him.
"It isn't my graphs holding it up, is it?" he asked.
"Oh, hey, no, I'm sure that's not it," I reassured him. "Just waiting to hear."
I submitted it to a journal last June. Saw the statistician today and he asked about the article.
"Still waiting to hear," I told him.
"It isn't my graphs holding it up, is it?" he asked.
"Oh, hey, no, I'm sure that's not it," I reassured him. "Just waiting to hear."
November 17, 2012
kale
We've had some cold nights here in Maine. Down to 10F.
The kale lives. I planted a couple of rows last March and have been eating it since spring.
Today I picked an armload, solicited recipes on Facebook, and decided to roast. I poured a little olive oil in the bottom of a Dutch oven. That's an iron pot, lined with ceramic. I washed the kale, and cut it with my kitchen scissors, filling the pot. I added 4 big cloves of garlic, some chili pepper seasoning, and hot peppers. I baked it for half an hour at 350, and let it sit for an hour. It's perfect. Spicy and tender, green and red, flavor and nutrition.
The kale lives. I planted a couple of rows last March and have been eating it since spring.
Today I picked an armload, solicited recipes on Facebook, and decided to roast. I poured a little olive oil in the bottom of a Dutch oven. That's an iron pot, lined with ceramic. I washed the kale, and cut it with my kitchen scissors, filling the pot. I added 4 big cloves of garlic, some chili pepper seasoning, and hot peppers. I baked it for half an hour at 350, and let it sit for an hour. It's perfect. Spicy and tender, green and red, flavor and nutrition.
attunement
I don't give you power, I help you find and use your own power. I help you tune in to the energy. I acknowledge your accomplishments. 
November 16, 2012
integrity
thinking about wholeness, Reiki ethics, and autonomy.
How do you decide when your student is ready to progress to the next level? How does the student decide? What is the meaning of an attunement?
When a student is completely absorbed in self and craves attention, probably not the time to attune to the next level, right? But what if he/she demands it? Says, "You promised!" Cries, gets angry, threatens.
Why does this student want the attunement so badly? Is it a trophy? A badge of honor?
I keep getting that it's like Dorothy and Glinda... "You've always had the power."
I don't know why some students feel an attunement is so important when it seems to me that daily self-Reiki, adherence to the ethics, and sharing with others is way more important. hmm.
Is an attunement a celebration of what is or an opening to what will be?
How do you decide when your student is ready to progress to the next level? How does the student decide? What is the meaning of an attunement?
When a student is completely absorbed in self and craves attention, probably not the time to attune to the next level, right? But what if he/she demands it? Says, "You promised!" Cries, gets angry, threatens.
Why does this student want the attunement so badly? Is it a trophy? A badge of honor?
I keep getting that it's like Dorothy and Glinda... "You've always had the power."
I don't know why some students feel an attunement is so important when it seems to me that daily self-Reiki, adherence to the ethics, and sharing with others is way more important. hmm.
Is an attunement a celebration of what is or an opening to what will be?
November 15, 2012
winter link
Remember summer? Bare skin, sun, and flowers.
Well, it's winter in Maine now. Time to read. Here's a link: Reiki Nurse
Well, it's winter in Maine now. Time to read. Here's a link: Reiki Nurse
November 13, 2012
give a book
for Christmas.
How about Reiki Nurse? Explore Reiki and the life of a Maine nurse.
Or something by Maine author Mark LaFlamme? Prolific contemporary local writer- you like Poe and King? Try LaFlamme.
Other recommendations: A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness, Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri, or Major Pettigrew's Last Stand , Helen Simonson . All good.
Books for Christmas. Curl up and dream.
How about Reiki Nurse? Explore Reiki and the life of a Maine nurse.
Or something by Maine author Mark LaFlamme? Prolific contemporary local writer- you like Poe and King? Try LaFlamme.
Other recommendations: A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness, Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri, or Major Pettigrew's Last Stand , Helen Simonson . All good.
Books for Christmas. Curl up and dream.
Thanksgiving
is my favorite holiday.... all family, friends, and food.
My mom's cinnamon rolls, Uncle Roland loved her rolls. Our tiny turkey table decorations: Tom, Hen, and several smaller ones, chicks. Dad opening the oven door to baste the turkey and the delicious smell rolling out. Even after all these years of being a vegetarian, roasting turkey is one pleasant smell. It's home and Dad.
I remember my little cousins arriving after a long drive- all dressed up as Pilgrims. I guess we were the wild Indians. Native Americans.
We always had guests, too. Not just family. Random unconnected lost guests.
One year our guests brought eggplant parmesan. Every year after that Mother served it, and it was my substitute for turkey, my fab vegie indulgence. Oily, cheesy, smoky eggplant parmesan.
No cards, no gifts: just food. Food, family, and friends. Cold walks, sometimes snow. Pie.
The past few years I've gone to dinner with my dear friends Betsy and Dave. Their house is full of love, family, pets, and incredible homegrown homemade food. They are so gracious to allow me in, a random guest. I'm thankful for friends these days.
My mom's cinnamon rolls, Uncle Roland loved her rolls. Our tiny turkey table decorations: Tom, Hen, and several smaller ones, chicks. Dad opening the oven door to baste the turkey and the delicious smell rolling out. Even after all these years of being a vegetarian, roasting turkey is one pleasant smell. It's home and Dad.
I remember my little cousins arriving after a long drive- all dressed up as Pilgrims. I guess we were the wild Indians. Native Americans.
We always had guests, too. Not just family. Random unconnected lost guests.
One year our guests brought eggplant parmesan. Every year after that Mother served it, and it was my substitute for turkey, my fab vegie indulgence. Oily, cheesy, smoky eggplant parmesan.
No cards, no gifts: just food. Food, family, and friends. Cold walks, sometimes snow. Pie.
The past few years I've gone to dinner with my dear friends Betsy and Dave. Their house is full of love, family, pets, and incredible homegrown homemade food. They are so gracious to allow me in, a random guest. I'm thankful for friends these days.
sad goodbye
to the surly teen with angel friends. I'm so glad I met you.
November 9, 2012
that fish thing...
Is why I love Reiki.
Teach a person to share Reiki. No guru here, no concentration of power- - it's free and accessible to all. Everyone can do Reiki, everyone can participate. That's why I love to teach. Spread it, share it, be it: Reiki.
Teach a person to share Reiki. No guru here, no concentration of power- - it's free and accessible to all. Everyone can do Reiki, everyone can participate. That's why I love to teach. Spread it, share it, be it: Reiki.
it happened again...
I'm on a schedule. At work at 6: mentored students, negotiated with nurse managers, advised, & educated. Went to the office for several more hours of work: emails, syllabi, certificates, and online education servers. Life of a teacher.
But at 10 hours Fluffy needs to go outside.
So I gather my things: important papers, work for home, and personal belongings. I rush for the door. Oh, got to check in with the teacher in the next office. We get talking about student issues, "Sit down!" I sit down, we talk, eek, look at the clock, gotta go.
I think of a quick question for the controller next door. He wants to discuss. He has questions, "Sit down!" I sit down. I jump up to seek answers from the assistant registrar 2 doors down. I go back and forth with answers and more questions. eek, look at the time. He wants to talk about taxes. "Hey, I listened to you talk about Reiki. Now you get to listen to me talk about taxes."
It's just like the dentist. I can't seem to get away. Everyone wants to chat. I'm longing to leave, it's been 40 minutes now. I mention the dentist, how they didn't want me to leave. The controller says, "It's because you're so pleasant," so I razz him a little. He describes his foray into vegetarianism. "What?" I asked, "I didn't know you could be a Republican AND a vegetarian."
"Oh yeah," he replied. "I bought a vegetarian cookbook, but my wife wouldn't use it."
"So....you didn't do the cooking. You bought the cookbook for her."
"Well, yeah. I buy the groceries. She cooks for me."
It was definitely time to go.
But at 10 hours Fluffy needs to go outside.
So I gather my things: important papers, work for home, and personal belongings. I rush for the door. Oh, got to check in with the teacher in the next office. We get talking about student issues, "Sit down!" I sit down, we talk, eek, look at the clock, gotta go.
I think of a quick question for the controller next door. He wants to discuss. He has questions, "Sit down!" I sit down. I jump up to seek answers from the assistant registrar 2 doors down. I go back and forth with answers and more questions. eek, look at the time. He wants to talk about taxes. "Hey, I listened to you talk about Reiki. Now you get to listen to me talk about taxes."
It's just like the dentist. I can't seem to get away. Everyone wants to chat. I'm longing to leave, it's been 40 minutes now. I mention the dentist, how they didn't want me to leave. The controller says, "It's because you're so pleasant," so I razz him a little. He describes his foray into vegetarianism. "What?" I asked, "I didn't know you could be a Republican AND a vegetarian."
"Oh yeah," he replied. "I bought a vegetarian cookbook, but my wife wouldn't use it."
"So....you didn't do the cooking. You bought the cookbook for her."
"Well, yeah. I buy the groceries. She cooks for me."
It was definitely time to go.
