17 7 / 2014

Watermelon salad with heirloom tomatoes and feta! Recipe to come!

Watermelon salad with heirloom tomatoes and feta! Recipe to come!

17 7 / 2014

Ok, I tend not to post a lot of promotional things, but I did want to promote this funding campaign.  This dancer is Sada Lodge.  She is FANTASTIC.  I danced with her in The Dance Collective for a very long time, and while I was there, watched her grow into a beautiful dancer.  She is trying to get funding to enter the pre-professional program at Dance Theatre of Harlem in hope of joining their company.  I really believe that Sada can go far, and would love to see her get the help she needs to see it through.
So.  If you’re interested in helping, here is the link to her gofundme page. Thanks for reading!

Ok, I tend not to post a lot of promotional things, but I did want to promote this funding campaign.  This dancer is Sada Lodge.  She is FANTASTIC.  I danced with her in The Dance Collective for a very long time, and while I was there, watched her grow into a beautiful dancer.  She is trying to get funding to enter the pre-professional program at Dance Theatre of Harlem in hope of joining their company.  I really believe that Sada can go far, and would love to see her get the help she needs to see it through.

So.  If you’re interested in helping, here is the link to her gofundme page. Thanks for reading!

16 7 / 2014

First harvest! #100happydays

First harvest! #100happydays

11 7 / 2014

Important words in Raleigh #100happydays

Important words in Raleigh #100happydays

10 7 / 2014

"All About That Base" Meghan Trainor

Just thought we all might want some fun, body positive, dance party music for our lunch hour.  I get the feeling I’m going to be obsessed with this song.

03 7 / 2014

Had my first proper dance class since the accident last night (and before that it had been 6 years!).  It was so much fun, and felt so very amazing.  Nothing, and I mean nothing, has ever felt as good to me as dancing, and it has brought up all sorts of happy feelings and memories.  I’m already sore, but it in the very best ways, and the shoulder tension I’ve been living with for months is practically gone…my posture looks like a human again!  I can’t believe I let myself wait this long to get into a class!

(I do not know who took these pictures/who they belong to.  I saved them to my computer over ten years ago, and they have migrated from computer to computer on my external hard drive.  If these are your pictures and you would like them removed or to be credited, please let me know!)

02 7 / 2014

It’s become pretty apparent that my world kind of revolves around food.  I love eating, and food is definitely how I show my affection for people. Including myself, because I have a number of dietary restrictions, so I have to cook a lot of keep myself healthy.  

So I’ve decided that this blog needs more of my recipes, because cooking is a major part of my existence.  It seems right that a baked oatmeal is the first one, because this is easily the most commonly cooked thing in our apartment. We make a pan of baked oatmeal of some flavor on Sunday nights, and eat it through the week.  It helps us have a healthy, filling breakfast with minimal fuss in the mornings.  Considering I have a 45 minute commute ahead of me, I take all the time-saving I could get.

Like I said, we change the flavor from week to week, but this week’s may be a favorite.  You can use frozen blueberries if you don’t have access to fresh (we definitely do), but fresh berries make all the difference because they do that delicious juicy bursting thing that make blueberry muffins so good.

Blueberry Baked Oatmeal (adapted from Budget Bytes)

  • 1 (5.3 oz.) container of plain Greek yogurt
  • 1.5 cups of milk
  • 2 eggs
  • 1/2 cup of maple syrup
  • 1 tsp vanilla extract
  • 1 tsp baking soda
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • 1/2 tsp cinnamon
  • 12 oz. blueberries (fresh or frozen)
  • 3 cups old-fashioned oats (we use gluten-free oats) 

Pre-heat oven to 375 degrees (F).  Whisk together the yogurt, milk, eggs, maple syrup, vanilla, baking soda, salt, and cinnamon until it is smooth. Fold in the blueberries.  Add oats and stir until evenly coated.  Grease a casserole dish (I think ours is a 2 1/5 quart dish) and pour the oat mixture into the dish.  Bake for 30-45 minutes, or until golden brown. If it is slightly soft, that’s fine, but it shouldn’t be wet!

This generally stays fine covered in our fridge for about 5 days, and we reheat the each serving in the morning.  Enjoy!

01 7 / 2014

thatkindofwoman:

Sam Cooke — Nothing Can Change This Love - 1962

(Source: littleconscious)

01 7 / 2014

ehbeesea3 said: This is why I take issue with the "you don't have a soul, you are a soul. You have a body" quote and its ilk. You are BOTH. Your body is your soul is your body. Both of them become you. When there is dissonance, bringing them into alignment is important, not because your body should be a certain way, but because It matters to your sense of self. Doing so in ways that respect that you *are* your body, too, and that whatever body you wear is just yours, is also important.

I think that this is a really important distinction to make. No one ever said this to me until I was 27 years old.  27,  When I was dancing, I think I naturally made the connection, despite a lot of toxic things that I had internalized.  But yeah.  Otherwise, I did not even begin to have an inkling of that until I was 27 years old, which means that I’m still trying to let that take the place of less useful knowledge that has embedded itself in my brain.  One day, though, one day!

01 7 / 2014

I’ve been feeling a lot of frustration with myself and with my body lately.  While I haven’t been having full out panic attacks, and haven’t had one in a while, I have been having an uptick in my migraines, and dealing a lot with an ever-present, low grade anxiety and insomnia.  It doesn’t always do or let me do what I want.  It’s easy to feel like it’s me against my body, or me against my brain.  Which is ridiculous, because I am my body, I am my brain.  Which makes these kind of weeks a slow descent into really crappy self-esteem.

I recently got turned on to the Sex Nerd Sandra podcast through the number of other Nerdist podcasts that I like, and have been listening to a lot of her older episodes, because she has really great, smart, positive things to say.  And not just about sex.  She covers relationships, mindfulness, body image, trauma, and, yes, sex.  Anyway, I’ve been listening to some of her older episodes that seemed useful and/or relevant, mostly the ones on mindfulness, stress, and body image.  In one of them, the guest made the observation that “there is no wrong way to have a body.”  And suddenly, I felt the urge to start crying in my car somewhere on I-40.

Always, but especially since the accident, I have spent a lot of time fighting and hating my body.  It’s always stiff, or in pain, or dizzy, or just somehow wrong.  To say nothing of the on again, off again relationship I have with how my body looks.  I don’t always take the best care of my body because, well, why should I bother, it won’t do anything right anyway. So I let myself eat foods I know make me feel crappy, I don’t exercise even though I know it would probably help. But thinking about my chronic illnesses in terms of the fact that there isn’t a wrong way to have a body, this is just my body, makes me feel a little more compassionate towards myself.  

So once I recover from this week’s migraine (yes, they are now weekly), I am standing up for myself/my body.  I’m going to make time to let myself relax and exercise, instead of feeling guilty for taking the time for myself.  I’m going to stand up to my parents when it comes to what I eat, instead of eating tons of gluten and refine sugar just to make things easier on them.  Because it doesn’t make things any easier on me or my body.  My body doesn’t like being sedentary, and it doesn’t like it when I fill it with certain foods.  So hopefully, I can change that.  Because there’s no wrong way to have a body, and no wrong way to be a body, and it’s time for me to accept that this is the one that I have.