It's all good – Macrobiotic Kale Recipe & Forgiveness

I admit that I can have a temper. I'm improving on the intensity and frequency with which I react though. Much, much better. But like us all, I still have my moments. That would be regarding the rant I left on the new moon (June 25th) about my neighbor tattle tailing on me. We've since made amends. She even said I could harvest and eat the kale she planted down in the garden below. Ok, now she's my best friend. Kale is the most direct way to my heart. For those of you not in the know, KALE, a garden green, is ultra nutritious containing even iron (something most women need more of). A macrobiotic diet trick I learned makes KALE irresistibly delicious. If you want to know how too, read on. It's super easy and super yummy.

Delicious Way to Eat Kale Greens

Organic Kale, Eden “Ume Plum Vinegar”, Organic olive oil, Eden “Gomasio with seaweed flakes” (optional)

  1. Buy or grow some fresh organic kale.
  2. Soak the leaves in clean water for 15 minutes to over an hour if you wish to get the parasites and other gritty stuff off the leaves
  3. Remove the kale leaves from the soaking bowl, rinse them again quickly with clean water (this is where a water filter by the sink comes in really handy).
  4. Put all the leaves in the same direction bunched together and lay them on your cutting board.
  5. Using a large sharp, non-serated knife, chop the kale greens. I start at the top of the leaves and work down toward the stems. I personally like the stems – they are rich in the vitamins, and I find them tasty when prepared along with the leaves. So I cut horizontally all the way down until the stems get gnarly – usually about the last inch or two – I compost the last of the ends.
  6. Once I've got all the kale in strips and have removed the gnarly stems from the cutting board, I make vertical cuts through the strips, effectively turning the kale into kinda sorta square pieces. But nothing near perfect. That's just the idea.
  7. Depending on how much kale I am cooking, I will fill the bottom of the pot (saucepans are great) with clean water up to about 1/4 inch. Then I put all the cut kale into the pot and add a little more water if I need to – just so the entire bottom of the pot is covered in water and the bottom kale greens are resting in the water.
  8. Put the lid on the pot and the pot on the stove and turn the heat to medium. Let the kale steam in the water for about 15 minutes – but watch it the first few times because your stove or conditions might be different. It's not unusual if I put too little water to catch the kale just before its burned (or not – oops), but ideally you'll have some green colored water and some cooked down kale leaves. DO NOT Overcook! It leaches all the vitamins out of your kale dinner and maybe kills enzymes / healthy critters.
  9. Maybe get a forkful of the steamed greens to taste them for tenderness. If its all good to you, it's time to fix the kale up to code here:
  10. Sprinkle the olive oil across the greens, then the ume vinegar splashed across the kale greens. Then, sprinkle the gomasio over the greens – YUMMY!! You never tasted kale like this ever.

Forgiveness is sweet and gets easier with practice ; )

Life's a witch and then you fly

Hypocrites need to wake up…to learn to walk the talk…Who is a hypocrite? Well, most of us, to some degree or another.  Including myself, I even read an article that accused the Dalai Llama of being a hypocrite. So take this post with a grain of salt…I am kinda venting on specific types of hypocrites. Those ones that act like they are all new age-y “conscious” when they are truly as self-centered and spoiled as the rest of 'em.

Who could incur the wrath of Z? People that give my son an attitude he does NOT deserve.
Apparently she's been feeling annoyed by my son being a 4 year old.  That isn't even the problem – I get that part.  It's how she handled the situation that left me bawling my eyes out.  Instead of just speaking to me about it, she chose to get the landlord involved before she ever said 1 word to me.  I feel that if she had a problem with me – the first or second time some incident bothered her, she could have walked her butt over to my door, knocked on it and said “Hey. I'm having this problem, can we fix it?”

But No. Cold ass, resentment wallowing (that's cancer in the works to hold onto resentment by the way – that is why I am blogging this rant – so I can release these feelings constructively ;) ) BEOTCH goes and tells the landlord that it is this extreme situation … when she has said not ONE word (and many opportunities she has had) to me about a problem.

So the landlord calls me and says that if this situation is not corrected, I'm out in 30 days. Out of nowhere. Gee, thanks.

This is NOT Aloha. This is Haole mentality and I pray it doens't overrun my sweet island paradise. I can't believe this neighbor is a teacher of school children! Scary – she doesn't even consider how her inability to communicate could jeapordize the well-being and stability of my child. Who is the sweetest, most loving child ever.

Now I have the work of forgiving this lost soul, this confused child of God. “Forgive them Father-Mother God, for they know not what they do.” I guess that makes sense. Breathe. Allow. Keep on shinin'

Original thoughts

As I learn more about the fine art of blogging, I realize that my initial and current efforts probably appear quite amateur (see all posts below :)). So be it, how else will I learn? My intentions are good, I'm a sweetheart, what am I worried about? I guess it's the new thing that my innermost thoughts – my personal ramblings are available for even the most random passerby to glimpse into the photoalbum of my soul…actually, I definitely don't think I've gotten that far in terms of sharing myself online, however just the thought has made me a little nervous and skittish about this entire process.

No mind, I'm still convinced I'd like to share some of the electrical impulses blipping through my brain and organs (as the organs have intelligence as well). I'm starting to realize that what will make my blog worthy of reading has less to do with my awesome adventures (of which I have many) than with my unique perspective, thoughts and ideas about this crazy concoction of coalescing realities in which we live together.

My roomate and friend, Melissa Ferguson of Archer, Florida ( ) would often run for her pad and pen when I'd start going off on my grandiose ideas and loopy philosophies. “Bumper sticker!” she'd yell. I want to see that list, I know there were some good ones. Here's to you, lavenderose, my bloggie-blog-blog. A chronicle of my personal journey to divine.