Weekly Photo Challenge: Sea

The Sea Means Love.  Means Peace.  Means Renewal.  I grew up by the Pacific Ocean.  I went every day.  Like worship. This photo of FH was taken at Rodeo Beach in Marin.  I am so thankful for the ocean and for love.

Advertisements

Lemon Cardamom Scones

I bought some ground cardamom yesterday and it has been filling my kitchen with it’s fabulous aroma ever since I got it home.  I had to make something with it this morning, so I give you–Lemon Cardamom Scones.

These turned out so delicious.  Crunchy on the outside and dark and a little moist on the inside.  Next time I might try adding eggs, to make them more protein-rich.

Ingredients

  • 3 cups almond meal
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1/8 teaspoon sea salt
  • 1 1/2 teaspoon ground cardamom
  • zest of 1 lemon
  • 2 tablespoons honey
  • 2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
  • 3/4 cup finely chopped prunes

Instructions

  1. Preheat oven to 325 degrees.
  2. Mix all ingredients in food processor or by hand.
  3. Make triangle shapes and place on greased, parchment, or silicone covered cookie sheet.
  4. Bake 15 minutes, until the tops are golden brown.

Fibromyalgia, Chronic Fatigue, Gurus, Laughter

Kumare, Phyllis Diller, and MeA few weeks ago, I watched the documentary, Kumare, about an American guy of Indian (Southest Asian Indian) descent who pretends to be a guru.  It’s an amazing movie and I highly recommend it.  It beautifully, and somewhat scarily, asks the question–why are we always looking for the answers outside of ourselves?

This man moves to Phoenix, and convinces a handful of people that he is really a guru.  His whole philosophy is centered around the idea that the answers to life’s questions are really inside each of us.  That we don’t need to look outside of ourselves.  The answers are within.  He says this a hundred different ways.  People are really moved by him.

I won’t spoil the end, but I promise it’s worth watching…and thinking about.

I’m sitting here, on the first day of school, not going to school, not teaching, because I’m so tired I can’t teach anymore.  It’s fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue.  But what is that?  I wonder if it’s just PTSD from my not-so-great childhood.  Maybe it’s my fillings, my thyroid, my adrenals, my toxic toenail polish?  My circadian rhythms, my longtime vegetarianism which included a lot of carbs!  Who knows?  That’s the thing.  Nobody really knows.

I’m reading a book called Healing is Possible.  It’s by an M.D. who is also an alternative practitioner.  It seems like a great book.  He has a “big six” things that might be wrong with me/us.  Then a little six too.  It’s methodical and well presented.  But there’s not a lot of scientific backup that I see.  He practices pretty close to me, about a hundred miles away.  I contacted the office to see what it would cost to go.  Well, all done and told if I go about 10 times and take a bunch of tests and buy a bunch of supplements/meds, it’ll be probably $5K out of pocket.  And still it might not work.  Is he my guru?

I emailed my Psychiatrist and she might be able to convince my Kaiser GP to give me the T3 test that might show that I need some thyroid medicine.  Several books suggest that thyroid problems are behind FMS/CFS.   This is after my failed efforts at getting answers from my GP and Endocrinologist at Kaiser, not that Kaiser’s bad, FMS/CFS is  just a mystery, and mysteries are not part of the HMO cost-cutting ways.  And I respect Kaiser in a lot of ways.  But I don’t think Kaiser is my guru.

Okay, this is  sort of an aside, and will definitely age me, but the reason I have an endocrinologist at Kaiser is because I have a nodule on my thyroid that the Kaiser peeps say is unrelated to my FMS/CFS.  The endocrinologist sticks a needle in it every couple of years to make sure it’s not malignant.  I just realized recently that this is actually … wait for it … a GOITER!  Okay, add that to the BURSITIS in my hip–I am PHYLLIS DILLER!  Oh my God.  Did anyone watch Flip Wilson back in the day?  I was, of course, an infant, but I remember her complaining, in that nasally voice, “Oh my bursitis!”  Maybe Phyllis Diller is my Guru.  Or maybe the answer is within.  Or maybe both.

http://blog.americanhistory.si.edu/.a/6a00e553a80e1088340176175baa77970c-800wi