I (finally) updated the poetry portion of The Ripened Heart! Head there if you’re curious.
As the smoke continues to come barreling into Portland, I gaze out the window at a hazy sky. The sun is on fire and the forests are burning. Ash rains from the sky and covers cars, vegetable gardens, people, animals, everything. It is relentless and unforgiving. It does not judge or discriminate. It simply falls.
My favorite part about late Spring is that it opens the floodgates to long awaited Farmer’s Market produce that rivals any big box store. Fresh, colorful, juicy, and sometimes straight up ugly produce lines the markets and I just want to buy ALL of it. For me, the uglier the produce the better! Usually the uglier produce has a more pronounced flavor to it which is why it attracts critters in the first place.
It was the fall of 1997. Gusts of wind were swaying the trees left and right and I watched them over my left shoulder as they waved goodbye to the stillness of suburban summer. It was my last first day of preschool and my mother was walking me across the parking lot to the line that formed outside the doors of my school. It was tradition on the first day to show up in your best, most colorful outfit. Hair all neatly brushed. Shoes double-knotted. Velcro if you were cool. All the kids would stand in line with their friends anxiously waiting for the school bell to ring and the doors to come swinging open. But before we were to run through the halls and into our new classroom, moms were taking pictures on 90’s film cameras to commemorate the day. I darted my eyes looking for my best friend Madison so that we could take a picture together. Then my mom broke the news. “Cailee…Madison doesn’t go to your school anymore remember? Why don’t you find another friend to take a picture with?” My stomach dropped. Another friend? I looked around at the sea of kids smiling and posing for pictures, finding no one I would label as “a friend.” My eyes broke out into tears.
Hey there Ripened Heart reader! This week I have a very special post for you from a very special person: my partner Em. Em and I have been together for nearly 5 years now and I knew when I started this website that I wanted her to be a part of it. She is an old soul chock-full of wisdom so I know that you’re going to enjoy reading her posts. Today she is sharing how she learned to recognize patterns in her life that were dragging her down and keeping her from the fresh start she wanted when we moved to Portland. Spoiler alert: old habits really do die hard.
What do you do when you’re craving a chai latte and banana bread at the same time? Combine the two together and make banana chai latte muffins! You guys, I don’t really understand how I did it, but these muffins don’t even taste gluten-free. It’s a situation where the muffins taste like their gluten-filled cousins but just happen to be gluten-free. Did I mention they’re also dairy-free and filled with adaptogenic herbs? It’s a muffin miracle!
I know, I know. Does the world really need another smoothie recipe? Yes, yes it does. Why? Because smoothies are so easy to make and can be whipped up in less than 5 minutes flat if you plan ahead. Not only that, but smoothies are cheap! I whirled this one in a blender I got on Craigslist for $20. Let’s get to the goodness.
It’s 3:00 and you find yourself beginning to check the clock more and more often. You know the feeling. The work day is beginning to come to a close and you’re getting antsy. Suddenly, sitting still in a chair feels just a little bit more like a chore and you’re ready to get up and stretch your legs. While you’re up, why don’t you grab one of these coconut lavender balls for a pick me up? They’re perfect for that afternoon dip, I swear!
So, the verdict is in on the Instasphere – fruit is out and veggies are in! Fruit, once prized as being the key to a satiating and energy-packed breakfast via smoothie or acai bowl, has now been put on notice for its blood sugar spiking capabilities.
Today I turn 24 years old. It’s a funny age. Not quite a child, not quite an adult. My brain won’t be fully developed until I’m 26 according to my old psych professor. But boy, have I learned a lot of important lessons in my 24 years (and I’m RE-learning these things everyday). Isn’t that what life’s all about? We came here to learn specific lessons that aid in our soul’s evolution. That’s what I’ve come to believe anyway…so without further adieu!