Juices:
1 quart cabbage, celery, cilantro, with lots of cayenne, nori seaweed shake, Himalayan sea salt lemon, poured into a soup bowl
2 1/2 pints of morning juice
1 1/2 quarts of bi-colored chard, dandelion greens, parsley, cilantro, navel oranges, carrot, apple and cocnut oil, with water
10 oz. lemon water
30 chlorella tabs
Total: 2 3/4 quarts
I am fascinated by the process of detox/cleansing. My enemas are getting better, but emotionally, they (I) feel very vulnerable to me. I'm trying to get in touch with what that's about, as I never felt that with colonics. It feels like I'm invading my inner sanctum, where all my secrets lie, and leaves me feeling a little tired with a desire to be held. Still lots coming out!
I was focused for counseling and other aspects of my practice yesterday. I skipped exercise and gave my body a rest. This is so strange as I usually bound outside to run. Honoring my body right now is number one.
I was supposed to go over to Irina's for sauna and juicing in the late afternoon, but as I contemplated going, I was gripped with an unknown fear and no desire to leave my home. I called Irina and told her I was going to take a nap and would call her when I awoke. As soon as I lay down, I thought about the fact that each day of juice feasting brings the body and psyche back 120 days. That is why you can re-experience aspects of where you were physically and emotionally at at various times in your life. You might smell something from the past or feel a sensation or symptom in your body from another time. Trust that this is part of the detox process and an amazing opportunity for core healing on a cellular level. As I was sharing this with a client in session yesterday, I said, "It's really another way to rewire trauma." So we get to go back there and heal deeper yet being kept safe with high health at the same time. If you are familiar with EMDR, it does this in a different way, using eye movement. Well, in my assessment, this type of detox can do this as well; heal the trauma on a cellular level.
So, back to my bed. As soon as I lay down, I realized that it was Day 3, which would be 360 days back, which would have made it April 16th of last year. This is when I had just gotten to Sedona and would be going to the Moab desert in Utah as well. I actually had debated going on that trip, even though I was excited, because of some things going on in my life which were bringing up fear. And even though the trip was remarkable and life changing, it was a journey that called upon all of my inner strength at times to walk through. Fear was definitely present for me on a core level in a way I hadn't experienced in many years. As soon as I realized this while laying in bed, I was completely fine. I understood the source of my fear.
I took a three hour nap to cleanse, and when I awoke, I felt great and filled with energy. I went over to Irina's, where we took a forty-five minute sauna together and sweated like crazy. Then we juiced for an hour, the whole time (sauna and juicing) talking and sharing about our lives. After watching a movie I left, feeling energized and alive!
It is extraordinary to be living in these houses we call our bodies and experience the miracles they bestow upon us each day if we only stay present to the process. I am enormously grateful.
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Thursday, April 12, 2012
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
That Which Does Not Kill You Makes You Stronger
Breakfast:
Old Chatham Sheepherding Company Sheep's Milk Plain Yogurt with: A few raw almonds, a 'shake' of Go Raw Raw Chocolate "Granola", a 'shake' of bee pollen from Sedona, Healthforce Nutritionals Vitamineral Green, Fruits of the Earth and Vanilla Spice Maca superfood powders, 4 large strawberries, 1 teaspoon Dawes Hill Pure Raw Grade A Clover Honey and a splash of agave
Lunch:
1 chunk of Raw Goat Cheese
3 Kalamata olives
Salad with: Baby spinach leaves, purple cabbage, Monterey Farms Spicy ArtiHearts, 1/2 avocado, 1/4 red pepper, 1 carrot and some alfalfa sprouts
Dressing:
1 1/2 tablespoons tahini, splash of olive oil, fresh lemon juice and see salt; mixed and poured
Decadent Snack:
gohunza.com Raw Pecan Pie!
This is one color of the red rocks out in the Moab desert in Utah and in Sedona, Arizona.
This is another.
And yet some more.
Even when I post all my pictures from this monumental and life-affirming adventure, I will never capture the energy of standing under "Balanced Rock" in Arches National Park, Moab, Utah, or being in the side belly of the rock shared by ancient civilizations in Boynton Canyon in Sedona.
I had seen pictures and was awed enough to sign up for 'The Adventure Rabbi's' 'Passover in the Moab Desert'. For three or four years in a row, I had gotten an email with photos of the exquisitely large burnt red rock arches in this part of our land and of the participants hiking, camping and rejoicing by the banks of the Colorado River.
Finally, as my birthday present to me this year, I combined the Passover trip with a visit to my friend Julie in Sedona.
My seven day adventure consisted of alot of extraordinary hiking, about a thousand miles of driving solo and observance of the spiritual rituals of Passover, both high on the peak of a hike under Corona Arch, where we told the story of the Jews exodus from Egypt and through the dersert to liberation, as well as our ritual seder meal eaten spread out like Bedouins on the sand of our campsite next to the river.
I felt small compared to the enormity of civilizations and life forces before me and in front of me. I was awed by the energy and could picture the heart of life beginning under water with all of the juiciest minerals and plant life at one time beneath the sea. I felt my lifetimes and those way before me; I felt the presence of God holding me precious; I felt darkness and light both. I felt creation, evolution and the journey of every being who came before me.
I felt elated; I felt terrified at times.
Driving the thousand miles, much of which was from Sedona to Moab and back, culled up all the remaining buried dark spots in my body and psyche; all those still waiting to be excavated, released and transformed. To the left, right, front and back of me was land; land was all around and nothing else, save for a small house or shack and maybe a truck or two. Native American land splayed out for hundreds of miles without anything to break up its appearance; just two lanes of driving road. Driving myself sixty or seventy five miles and hour (the speed limit is higher there) made me question myself, my strength and perseverance and my trust and knowing.
I thought about what we'd stolen from the Native Americans; how I only saw these meger homes and no thriving life force. Then I thought about how everything I think is my own story and that really, I know nothing; only my personal perception. I was stripped down to the bone and risen up again.
How did the Jews or any race or tribe of people survive with only the land to reply upon?? The land has magical powers, and if we can get to the point of trust, it might welome us in and keep us safe. Trust is a deep word with many layers and old stories.
I stood with my group on a rock and asked to let go of any old and new fear which was keeping me from being who I am meant to be.
I stood by myself as a woman who made this journey as a testament to her life; to reaffirming my personal belief system; to knowing I can trust in myself.
And I am here to blog about it; moved to the core; shaken to my soul; but with my sweet soul singing its true song.
Oh, and by the way, I camped all raw and remembered how much I love that. While others were cooking their yummy meals, I had kelp noodles with spinach hummus, raw red Peruvain olives, raw goat cheese, almond pate, hemp seed butter with sprouted bread and of course, some raw maca chocolate.
I also got to eat at the infamous "Chocolate Tree" cafe in Sedona, and I have to say, it was everything and beyond in its quality of raw deliciousness. They were voted Best of Raw in chocolate, I believe; at least I think Jeffrey, one of their supreme raw chocolatiers was.
So, go where you have to go; do what you need to do; and trust in the truth of your process.
With Much Joy and Love to Each of You for a Significant Passover, Easter or Any Other Symbols of Your Choosing,
Hope & The Holistic Empire
Old Chatham Sheepherding Company Sheep's Milk Plain Yogurt with: A few raw almonds, a 'shake' of Go Raw Raw Chocolate "Granola", a 'shake' of bee pollen from Sedona, Healthforce Nutritionals Vitamineral Green, Fruits of the Earth and Vanilla Spice Maca superfood powders, 4 large strawberries, 1 teaspoon Dawes Hill Pure Raw Grade A Clover Honey and a splash of agave
Lunch:
1 chunk of Raw Goat Cheese
3 Kalamata olives
Salad with: Baby spinach leaves, purple cabbage, Monterey Farms Spicy ArtiHearts, 1/2 avocado, 1/4 red pepper, 1 carrot and some alfalfa sprouts
Dressing:
1 1/2 tablespoons tahini, splash of olive oil, fresh lemon juice and see salt; mixed and poured
Decadent Snack:
gohunza.com Raw Pecan Pie!
This is one color of the red rocks out in the Moab desert in Utah and in Sedona, Arizona.
This is another.
And yet some more.
Even when I post all my pictures from this monumental and life-affirming adventure, I will never capture the energy of standing under "Balanced Rock" in Arches National Park, Moab, Utah, or being in the side belly of the rock shared by ancient civilizations in Boynton Canyon in Sedona.
I had seen pictures and was awed enough to sign up for 'The Adventure Rabbi's' 'Passover in the Moab Desert'. For three or four years in a row, I had gotten an email with photos of the exquisitely large burnt red rock arches in this part of our land and of the participants hiking, camping and rejoicing by the banks of the Colorado River.
Finally, as my birthday present to me this year, I combined the Passover trip with a visit to my friend Julie in Sedona.
My seven day adventure consisted of alot of extraordinary hiking, about a thousand miles of driving solo and observance of the spiritual rituals of Passover, both high on the peak of a hike under Corona Arch, where we told the story of the Jews exodus from Egypt and through the dersert to liberation, as well as our ritual seder meal eaten spread out like Bedouins on the sand of our campsite next to the river.
I felt small compared to the enormity of civilizations and life forces before me and in front of me. I was awed by the energy and could picture the heart of life beginning under water with all of the juiciest minerals and plant life at one time beneath the sea. I felt my lifetimes and those way before me; I felt the presence of God holding me precious; I felt darkness and light both. I felt creation, evolution and the journey of every being who came before me.
I felt elated; I felt terrified at times.
Driving the thousand miles, much of which was from Sedona to Moab and back, culled up all the remaining buried dark spots in my body and psyche; all those still waiting to be excavated, released and transformed. To the left, right, front and back of me was land; land was all around and nothing else, save for a small house or shack and maybe a truck or two. Native American land splayed out for hundreds of miles without anything to break up its appearance; just two lanes of driving road. Driving myself sixty or seventy five miles and hour (the speed limit is higher there) made me question myself, my strength and perseverance and my trust and knowing.
I thought about what we'd stolen from the Native Americans; how I only saw these meger homes and no thriving life force. Then I thought about how everything I think is my own story and that really, I know nothing; only my personal perception. I was stripped down to the bone and risen up again.
How did the Jews or any race or tribe of people survive with only the land to reply upon?? The land has magical powers, and if we can get to the point of trust, it might welome us in and keep us safe. Trust is a deep word with many layers and old stories.
I stood with my group on a rock and asked to let go of any old and new fear which was keeping me from being who I am meant to be.
I stood by myself as a woman who made this journey as a testament to her life; to reaffirming my personal belief system; to knowing I can trust in myself.
And I am here to blog about it; moved to the core; shaken to my soul; but with my sweet soul singing its true song.
Oh, and by the way, I camped all raw and remembered how much I love that. While others were cooking their yummy meals, I had kelp noodles with spinach hummus, raw red Peruvain olives, raw goat cheese, almond pate, hemp seed butter with sprouted bread and of course, some raw maca chocolate.
I also got to eat at the infamous "Chocolate Tree" cafe in Sedona, and I have to say, it was everything and beyond in its quality of raw deliciousness. They were voted Best of Raw in chocolate, I believe; at least I think Jeffrey, one of their supreme raw chocolatiers was.
So, go where you have to go; do what you need to do; and trust in the truth of your process.
With Much Joy and Love to Each of You for a Significant Passover, Easter or Any Other Symbols of Your Choosing,
Hope & The Holistic Empire
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