June 15, 2007
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I have this nagging suspicion that I am not contributing enough; that I am supposed to be writing something about food as medicine; that I was spared in order to help change the way people eat. Even if it is just a few people. I dropped the ball. I am not cooking for any cancer patients and I don’t really want to at this point. I am not writing, except for here, and I miss it but I just can’t get up for it these days.
I wake up every morning, excited that it is Thursday, for example. That’s the day my Spanish group meets. After Jack left, the other gal and I speculated about why he is so secretive. Today he said he was born in San Francisco after I pressed him again about where he was from. He added that he had never been to school. You should see his eyes. There’s so much going on in his head that when he concentrates and you see how his brain works, thinking if this is true than that’s true and forming a pattern — his eyes burn even brighter with the new power of whatever piece of knowledge he’s added.
I’m starting to like this older woman more than Jack, though. When I called my sister from the table, because she speaks some Spanish and said she’d help us, the other gal started singing along to the music in the coffee shop, some big-band tune from the 40s. Just under her breath while she waited for me to be off the phone, but she had a great voice, and I like people who sing.
Sam and I are going on a field trip to Seattle for an investors thing the IBD is putting on. I just made the reservation for one room with TWO beds. They better not mess that up. He said he’d drive. We’re going up the day before so we’ll have time to see the city, and I’ll meet his son. I keep telling him to tell this new woman that I’m an old friend of the family so that’s why I’m keen on meeting his son. I’m sort of kidding. He hasn’t told her about me and they still haven’t kissed. She put her arms around him though. But she said she wasn’t leaving a message as long as his wife’s voice was still on the answering machine.
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I struggled with “what am I really doing for the universe?” n a lot…but then I thought of a tree, a bug, the stars and the moon, grass and flowers…they simply are wonderful by doing and being; and just look at all the poems and art, and science that has been inspired by them. So I have decided to be…Me. My life will be an example of the beauty and joy of “being” what I is; a woman in love with life itself, rediscovering her joy and awe.
I hope that you and Sam have a wonderful time!
Love and hugs,
Mz. Liz
First off I didn’t cook all that asparagus that night, it gets tucked into bags and I pull what I need for dinners later. I’m not sure Dave does or doesn’t appreciate the trouble I go to but I think he does.
Struggling with what to do for the universe…been there done that. I’ve been told for probably 30 or more years that I am a healer, use it. OK, I don’t want to give up my privacy, my freedom, I’m not ever going to be a healer. I was told about 10 years ago though that there are plenty of different kinds of healing. I now do the type that I receive messages and it helps the person heal from whatever problems they are having. All that time I was stuck on that it had to be laying of the hands and it wasn’t that type at all. Stubborn ole me. I guess what I’m trying to say is that your talent might be tapped in another way. Like writing recipes that help cancer, that would be very helpful. I know when we were dealing with mom it was a huge challenge to feed her only the types of food that were PH balanced so she could heal inside. Whatever it is, you’ll give it your all, like you always do…marilyn
Jack is intriguing. he has so many snippets of character to save.
I thought most hotel rooms come with two beds. I have no been to many of them though. I wonder if he is just trying to make you jealous in some way. It seems silly but I have trouble guessing what is in a man’s mind.
Whatever it is that makes ou feel as if you are doing enough, let us know, we’ll start a trend. This is weird.
I just read where one of the factors necessary for stress is not having the ability to predict. I think not knowing what our purposes are for some is just about enough to cause it. It is for me some days.
i think the longings of our heart are our glimpse into our futures. when those longings become strong enough we act on them as if it was the most natural of progressions. you still have something to do and your heart is leading the way…but when you are ready. so no worries.
and hope that hotel arrangement works out. i was thinking it would be awkward anyway you dice it. you gotta let us know how it works out. my guess is sam is gleeful about the prospect.
One room? Hmm…
Have fun! And tell us every details about the trip, especially about the same room (hahaha, I am a nosy silly girl). Just kidding:)
The Series 7 license would look good on my resume. In the end, I’ll pass the test, but what I wanted to say is that no matter what, I should not lose focus on Jesus.
I’m kinda there…thinking of a real job. Have a nice trip, learn a lot.
Should be fun. Do what you will (emphasis on the “will”). We love you. Want to hear what you say, whether chattering about boys (they may be men, but they’re still boys to me) or blueberries. Mm, and I love blueberries.