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January 18, 2016 Hi {!firstname_fix} Thank you all for your notes about my little Rescue story last week. It was very heart warming. This has been a week of *clutter clearing.* I feel as if I am clearing out the dust of 10 years. It is a very intense and deep process. Clearing out the old so the new has space to surface. But I can tell you that the *space* is very powerful. It is seeding something...I can feel it, not exactly sure what it will be...but I sense it. Chaos is being tamed. I am working hard at not feeling shame about the *mess* but just putting the energy into the solution. It is like doing the food (smile). Today’s article is something I wrote a few years ago. I figure that those of you who took the reflections class and learned about Soyal will enjoy the back story. I extended the early bird price for US ranch through tomorrow since I KNOW that there are some people who really planning on coming and just were not paying attention to time, LOL. And I have added CODEPENDENCY to the EuroRanch agenda by popular request. This class will begin Wednesday, January 20, 2016. Please Signup and it will take you to the registration page:
These classes will begin Wednesday, January 27, 2016. Please Signup and it will take you to the registration page:
A number of you have asked me how the classes work. Check the class list page for more information on this. And please go read the questions and answers before you write to me. If you have trouble getting through the process, write the tech forum. See the Class Schedule here. Be sure to visit our Radiant Recovery website and Community Forum regularly. Warmly, Kathleen **********************************************************************
**Quote From Kathleen**Think of your food journal as your body's book. Your body needs a place to tell its own story. **********************************************************************
**Testimonial of the Week**Things are going very well, indeed. I am not having any problems with my eating, cravings are non-existent and my mood is stable and serene. (The mood improvement is probably the biggest news of my life). I'm working out and liking it, actually looking forward to it! Life has never been better. All this I owe to PNP and YLD, so I thank you from the bottom of my heart for all your hard work and research. I feel that the next 50 years will be the healthiest of my life. I bounce out of bed EARLY every morning (Who woulda thunk it?) and can't wait to get on with the day. I'm a whole new me -- the me I was always meant to be. Thank you again. You've had a huge impact on my life. I sing the praises of PNP wherever I go, to whomever will listen. Oh yeah, I almost forgot -- I've lost 25 pounds. That's wonderful, but it's not the most important thing. Now isn't that wild? It used to be the only thing. Wowzer! Terri **********************************************************************
**Radiant Recovery® Store**Omega 3 fatty acids are really important for your health. They do many wonderful things. Here are just a few:
The final consideration in taking fish oil is to insure that you get oil that comes from a source that is free of heavy metals, tastes ok and does not make you burp fish taste. Those three reasons are why I have chosen the brand we carry in our store. They are certified to be free of heavy metals, they have a very nice flavor and they do not create an aftertaste. Here is a link to the store if you are interested. http://www.radiantrecoverystore.com Finally, taking fish oil thins your blood, which for the most part is a very good thing. It makes your blood flow more freely and be less sticky. There is disagreement in the scientific community about whether taking fish oils can make you have a faster bleeding time. I have personally observed that taking fish oil makes me more vulnerable to bruising more easily. However, pycnogenol, which is pine bark extract and an excellent anti-oxidant strengthens the capillary walls. Since I have started taking it, I have no problem with bruising. Please send questions and suggestions. I love hearing from you and truly want to help you do your program better. **********************************************************************
**Radiant Kitchen**Cabbage, Apple & Cheddar SlawRecipe yields about 8 to 10 servingsDressing Ingredients:
In a blender, combine vinegar, sesame oil, mustard, soy sauce and cinnamon; blend until smooth. While blender is running, slowly add olive oil. Season with salt and pepper. Set aside. In a large bowl, combine all salad ingredients. Add enough dressing to coat salad well and toss together until well combined. Cover and refrigerate until serving time. Serve and enjoy! (adapted to be program friendly, original recipe from the Cabot Cheese newsletter)
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**Radiant Your Last Diet**We have had a whole group of new people come join us in YLD. It is especially nice since they are actually new to the program and the community. They figured out that connecting through YLD would really enhance the process. And they are reporting that their hunch about that was right on target. If you would like to join us in YLD, come find us here **********************************************************************
**Radiant Living**Radiant Life is about all things other than *the food*...I suspect we will talking more about codependency for a bit...Seems to be an important topic for some. (smile) If you would like to join us in Radiant Living, come find us here **********************************************************************
**To Get to Hopi**Kathleen DesMaisons, Ph.D.
This is the first part of an article I am preparing. I thought you would enjoy it “in progress.” To get to Hopi, I drove west from Gallup. The road passes through huge, high flat plains. I got to the area near the Petrified Forest where they have giant plaster dinosaurs. Then went by the store with the big plaster grey jackrabbit that you can sit on and take your picture. Soon after, it was time to turn north. Hopi is 60 miles up the road. There were no more dinosaurs, no stores, no houses, no cell phone coverage, nothing but plains and scrub brush for as far as you can see. In the distance, stone formations rose from the desert. Once in a while, a car came by, but mostly it was pure silence and solitude stretching as far as I could see. My instructions said, “Go to the cultural center at second mesa.” The map showed a dot for second mesa. After what seemed forever, high mesas appeared in the distance. Yellow rock, sort of a mixture of cream and brown, they are a unique color. Not ocher, not white, but Hopi rock color. The road came to a T. I figured this was second mesa, but I was not on a mesa and nothing was around. No sign of anything, but I counted and figured that the cliffs to the left were number two of three stretching out before me. So I turned left and followed the road. It climbed up and up, around a switchback and then came out on the top. On top were lots of little houses interspersed. They were a combination of concrete block or stone block of the Hopi yellow. There are a number of weathered signs for art and jewelry, but it was not clear where the places were. I kept driving and eventually came to a pink-stuccoed multistoried building that said Cultural Center and Restaurant. It was about 5 in the afternoon. I was looking forward to dinner. My brother has been coming out to Hopi for many, many years and gave me an orientation about good food at the restaurant. I parked the car, walked over to the door and the sign said, "Closed." This seemed strange. I walked around in back, and there was another hand-written sign on the door that said, “We are closed, sorry for the inconvenience.” I tried the door, it was open and I went in. The clerk at the front desk asked if she could help me. She gave me the key to the room and explained that the restaurant was closed. Health department had been in a few days before and she had no other comments. I figured I would go to my room and settle down and then do some problem solving. I was just a little concerned. I had not brought any food with me. That was unusual because I generally take my cooler and a well-stocked array of goods for a journey. I went up to the room that was on the second floor, called and left a message for the conference coordinator. My cell phone had no service. I tried hooking up my computer to the phone jack. That didn’t work. I was simply there on second mesa. No food, no restaurant, and myself. About 20 minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Anita is the conference coordinator’s mother. She was wearing navy shorts and white Nike shoes. She said, "Leon called and asked me to check in on you." She decided to take me on a little food hunt, so we hopped in her pickup truck, put on the seat belts and away we went. We did a little tour first. Hopi sits on 3 mesas. They have been here for more than 1000 years. Some folks are living in the same stone houses on the edge of the cliff that were built that long ago. Many of the houses have satellite TV dishes and some have solar panels. She told me the stories of the clans and the families and the villages. I was taught in school that "Columbus discovered America"...what nonsense that was. The Hopi people were here long before white guys set sail. They were planting corn and beans and squash, the three sisters. They were grinding and making bread. And they carried a profound and deep spiritual tradition that lives on today in ceremony and teaching. But on this night, I was more interested in my stomach growling. We went back to the hotel to see if Leon had called. He had but now was out for a walk. On our excursion, we had learned that the health inspector had shut down all the eating establishments on the reservations. At 6:45, Leon and Mom decided to get me a submarine sandwich from the gas station. "What did I want?" I responded, "Whatever you get is fine." Leon called the store; mom drove me down the backside of the mesa, off into the plain to another little town. A store, a gas pump and lots of new pickup trucks. It was 7:06, the store closes at 7. Anita knocked on the door and the owner brought my sandwich out. We drove back in late light. Yellow over yellow rock, heat shimmering still from afternoon sun. I went to return to my little room and Anita says, "Why don’t you plan to come down to my house for breakfast. Leon will come for you." I said I would like that a lot. I ate the sandwich, drank bottled water from the stash in my car and read three chapters from The Book of The Hopi and went to sleep dreaming of Spider Woman and the Twins holding the world. It was light about 4:30, the sky red from the fires in Sedona. Leon came later in the pickup and led me down and then up and then out to one of the more remote villages. The houses were clumped in a central area, but we drove out and around, out a dirt road with ruts around the edge of the mesa, and then turned back up to his house facing out to the south. He parked on the left; I found a place in the sand on the right. Two rez dogs came to greet us, one with polar blue eyes, sniffing me and knowing that I smelled of NM dog. Two girls were playing outside, one hanging laundry on the line. "My nieces. Come inside,” said Leon. His mom was making breakfast – eggs, bacon, oatmeal, toast, juice. It felt like a feast. It wasn’t quite ready so I went out back to watch David boiling hominy on a hue kettle over a fire. He was starting the process of making a feast for the attendees at the seminar. The dogs were in the back now, guarding the perimeter. A dog walked too close and the house dogs were off in a flash, making it very clear that this place was off limits. Breakfast was delicious. Afterwards, Leon went off to work on seminar things and I drove his mom down to her job at the Department of Education. At noon, I went over to the heath center; a multimillion-dollar new building that houses all the health services for the reservation. Doctors, dentists, physical therapists, WIC, maternity, the pharmacy, all of it. I met with the substance abuse staff. They were excited to hear about the biochemistry. We had a great conversation. Then I went back to the hotel. The guys had figured out that the presenters needed food, so they had put together a great dinner. We sat in the conference room and started to get to know one another. The conference was on sustainability and food, so the people there were fascinating. After dinner I walked back to the second floor, over the roof to my room. The sky was black – no street lights. And a billion stars, stars that we never see in the city. I read more that night, more about kachinas, and farming, and water, and living in a place for a 1000 years. I wondered what it would be like to live where my family had been for 1000 years. I wondered how that experience would be stored in my cells... **********************************************************************
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