There is an email circulating cyberspace that was sent in a panic. Most assuredly it was sent in good faith. Still, It was an account of why there "will be" a pandemic of some draconian malady. There were solutions for this wave of illness, too, so the reader was not just left hanging. Nevertheless, I'm not "buying" this idea of illness.
Those of you who have put up with my ranting and raving about health and wellness know that I support the idea of eating organic whole foods, drinking pure, filtered, alkaline water, taking whole foods supplements, getting adequate rest and exercise to optimize your well being. There are other considerations but those actions are the main features of healthy living.
Furthermore, I firmly believe that every man, woman and child on the planet would benefit from The Healing Codes whether there is a pandemic or not!
The body's immune system takes a hard hit when there is stress. The Healing Codes will minimize that stress. The Healing Codes will flip the 'ON' switch for the body's healing mechanisms.
May I gently remind you that the body heals ITSELF? We do not create wellness because we take medicine, undergo surgery, or submit to costly tests and treatment plans.
The subtle energy of The Healing Codes tenderly coaxes healing to take place in a natural, comfortable way. The speed can be amazingly fast or agonizingly slow--the body chooses its priorities and those priorities may or may not match your own.
One of the best things about the Codes is that you can do them for yourselves, those you love whether they be near or far, and you can teach other people this wonderful healing tool.
Won't you check it out as soon as possible, before a pandemic comes to a town near YOU?
The Healing Codes
Connie Baum
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Moving Day?
"The best laid plans of mice and men may often go awry..." I forget who said that but I know it's true. Despite the Grand Plan that called for The Normanator and me to build a dome home, we find ourselves feathering a new nest, and it's not the nest we expected.
But it's been exciting, really. The new digs are only 5 blocks from the old place. That made no difference when it came to the weight of the old furniture, boxes of books and all those doo dads.
Most people think of moving as drudgery. It's true; it's very labor intensive. But some of my happiest childhood memories revolve around the household moves our little family made.
My parents had a wonderful way of turning the fearful matter of giving up the familiarity of friends and routine into an adventure that could have been a fantasy dream sequence! Mom made sure we ordered the newspaper from the new town so we knew a little about the names and stores and goings on. She and Dad included me in the details of the packing and unpacking and the picnicking that took place before the kitchen things were in place.
The summer we moved from the little Nebraska towns of Central City to Elwood gave us enough adventures to keep us laughing for decades.
My parents bought a small empty building on the main street that became a package liquor store. In order to create that business, my dad hired a fellow from Central City and the two of them drove to Elwood to do the carpentry work. Percy fell asleep in my dad's 1938 Chevvy and happened to wake up as they drove through Kearney, NE. Percy saw the Indian Tipi motel along the highway and in his sleepy fog, was sure they were going to be attacked by Indians! My dad laughed so hard he could barely drive. As he recalled the story for mom and me and anyone else who would listen over the years, he could scarcely TALK for laughing!
When the store was ready for business, my dad took a few items and stayed in the rooming house he and Percy had rented during the renovation. Dad was living and working in Elwood; that left Mom and me to get everything packed into the car. We left our furniture in the old house and moved into the rooming house temporarily. After a few weeks we were able to move into a furnished basement apartment.
Mom packed that Chevvy to the gills. It was unseasonably HOT and we had to move Murgatroyd, our family cat. Murgatroyd was no traveler and he did NOT appreciate that we were having an adventure! He shed, we sweat, he yowled and we covered our ears! The trip seemed very, very long in the sweltering Nebraska heat. Every time the car paused for a traffic light, Murgatroyd would leap, hair a-flying, to the open windows. We were worried he would escape. Murgatroyd wanted to lie on Mom's shoulders as she drove in that heat and while it made for a very long trip at the time, it provided us many laughs over the years as we recounted our moving adventures.
Someday I'll have to tell you about the time we moved into a motel and hosted a spaghetti supper!
My folks always lived their lives with love and in truth. They were prompted to make the move to Elwood, driven by the belief that they could provide a good living in this new chapter of our lives. It would please them very much, if they were here today, to know about The Healing Codes .
Connie Baum
But it's been exciting, really. The new digs are only 5 blocks from the old place. That made no difference when it came to the weight of the old furniture, boxes of books and all those doo dads.
Most people think of moving as drudgery. It's true; it's very labor intensive. But some of my happiest childhood memories revolve around the household moves our little family made.
My parents had a wonderful way of turning the fearful matter of giving up the familiarity of friends and routine into an adventure that could have been a fantasy dream sequence! Mom made sure we ordered the newspaper from the new town so we knew a little about the names and stores and goings on. She and Dad included me in the details of the packing and unpacking and the picnicking that took place before the kitchen things were in place.
The summer we moved from the little Nebraska towns of Central City to Elwood gave us enough adventures to keep us laughing for decades.
My parents bought a small empty building on the main street that became a package liquor store. In order to create that business, my dad hired a fellow from Central City and the two of them drove to Elwood to do the carpentry work. Percy fell asleep in my dad's 1938 Chevvy and happened to wake up as they drove through Kearney, NE. Percy saw the Indian Tipi motel along the highway and in his sleepy fog, was sure they were going to be attacked by Indians! My dad laughed so hard he could barely drive. As he recalled the story for mom and me and anyone else who would listen over the years, he could scarcely TALK for laughing!
When the store was ready for business, my dad took a few items and stayed in the rooming house he and Percy had rented during the renovation. Dad was living and working in Elwood; that left Mom and me to get everything packed into the car. We left our furniture in the old house and moved into the rooming house temporarily. After a few weeks we were able to move into a furnished basement apartment.
Mom packed that Chevvy to the gills. It was unseasonably HOT and we had to move Murgatroyd, our family cat. Murgatroyd was no traveler and he did NOT appreciate that we were having an adventure! He shed, we sweat, he yowled and we covered our ears! The trip seemed very, very long in the sweltering Nebraska heat. Every time the car paused for a traffic light, Murgatroyd would leap, hair a-flying, to the open windows. We were worried he would escape. Murgatroyd wanted to lie on Mom's shoulders as she drove in that heat and while it made for a very long trip at the time, it provided us many laughs over the years as we recounted our moving adventures.
Someday I'll have to tell you about the time we moved into a motel and hosted a spaghetti supper!
My folks always lived their lives with love and in truth. They were prompted to make the move to Elwood, driven by the belief that they could provide a good living in this new chapter of our lives. It would please them very much, if they were here today, to know about The Healing Codes .
Connie Baum
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
An Iota of Forgiveness
Escorted by a uniform officer, the three of us from the streets arrived at our meeting room at the prison amidst cheering and clapping. Every week we are greeted by this magnificent welcoming committee as we join our fellow LibOrators for the regular weekly meeting of Toastmasters, LibOrators at the Tecumseh State Correctional Institution.
The Sargeant-At-Arms brought the meeting to order. There was a joke to bring the house down; there were the requisite reports from the officers, which included the word for the night: "iota" and any synonym which could be substituted to mean small. Then a hush fell over the room as the educational portion of the meeting got underway.
The first speaker was a seasoned orator. He has held every office, he has gone through every manual and he hopes to hit the streets soon. This was billed as his last speech to this club. He spoke eloquently of forgiveness. As he talked, I thought to myself how glad I was NOT to be his evaluator. His evaluator found himself in a place where it would be difficult to find anything in this speech to correct. He got a standing ovation when his 7 minutes were up. He was modest but you could see by his face that he was pleased to be recognized for his abilities to charm an audience with good content and confident presentation.
Speaker #2 was amazed to discover that Speaker #1 had chosen the same topic, unbeknownst to one another. He approached forgiveness in a completely different way. We felt his nervousness; this fellow is a novice who accepts responsibility for club leadership and prepares carefully for each speaking project in his manual.
There were other speeches, too; each was unique. We heard a man's first speech, The Ice Breaker, and his story wrenched our hearts. A veteran talked about the Viet Nam war-this man is very close to earning his first Competent Communicator Award. He made me so proud.
Even the evaluators did a great job of lovingly pointing out where improvements could be made and they impressed the Timer by using their alloted time but not taking too long!
The Table Topics Master invited some seasoned speakers, then some visitors and those visitors were positively inspiring to those of us who have done those nerve-wracking 2 minute thinking-on-your-feet exercises!
During our break I had a most interesting conversation about forgiveness with a man who is serving a life sentence. His attitude is remarkable. His life is a complete lesson for others to emulate, if they want to become their best selves. I marvelled to myself that I would hold in such high regard a man who will never leave the prison. At one time I would not have dreamed it to be possible. This man has decided to change the way he thinks, the way he behaves, the way he lives his life. He told me that it took a tragedy and this trip to prison to bring him to this place in his life. Now that he is IN prison, he can be a role model for other incarcerated men. How noble is he?
Even one iota of forgiveness could help any of us.
One way of addressing forgiveness is with The Healing Codes . If forgiveness is an issue for you or someone you love, I offer to you that you might seriously consider The Healing Codes .
Connie Baum
The Sargeant-At-Arms brought the meeting to order. There was a joke to bring the house down; there were the requisite reports from the officers, which included the word for the night: "iota" and any synonym which could be substituted to mean small. Then a hush fell over the room as the educational portion of the meeting got underway.
The first speaker was a seasoned orator. He has held every office, he has gone through every manual and he hopes to hit the streets soon. This was billed as his last speech to this club. He spoke eloquently of forgiveness. As he talked, I thought to myself how glad I was NOT to be his evaluator. His evaluator found himself in a place where it would be difficult to find anything in this speech to correct. He got a standing ovation when his 7 minutes were up. He was modest but you could see by his face that he was pleased to be recognized for his abilities to charm an audience with good content and confident presentation.
Speaker #2 was amazed to discover that Speaker #1 had chosen the same topic, unbeknownst to one another. He approached forgiveness in a completely different way. We felt his nervousness; this fellow is a novice who accepts responsibility for club leadership and prepares carefully for each speaking project in his manual.
There were other speeches, too; each was unique. We heard a man's first speech, The Ice Breaker, and his story wrenched our hearts. A veteran talked about the Viet Nam war-this man is very close to earning his first Competent Communicator Award. He made me so proud.
Even the evaluators did a great job of lovingly pointing out where improvements could be made and they impressed the Timer by using their alloted time but not taking too long!
The Table Topics Master invited some seasoned speakers, then some visitors and those visitors were positively inspiring to those of us who have done those nerve-wracking 2 minute thinking-on-your-feet exercises!
During our break I had a most interesting conversation about forgiveness with a man who is serving a life sentence. His attitude is remarkable. His life is a complete lesson for others to emulate, if they want to become their best selves. I marvelled to myself that I would hold in such high regard a man who will never leave the prison. At one time I would not have dreamed it to be possible. This man has decided to change the way he thinks, the way he behaves, the way he lives his life. He told me that it took a tragedy and this trip to prison to bring him to this place in his life. Now that he is IN prison, he can be a role model for other incarcerated men. How noble is he?
Even one iota of forgiveness could help any of us.
One way of addressing forgiveness is with The Healing Codes . If forgiveness is an issue for you or someone you love, I offer to you that you might seriously consider The Healing Codes .
Connie Baum
Friday, February 13, 2009
Another Greeting Card?
I peeked out our living room window to watch a soft mid-February snowfall. Imagine my delight when I was greeted by a snow-covered lawn completely blackened with a huge flock of robins! It was pretty clear that those red-breasted beauties were picnicking before the snow became too deep and the wind got too boistrous for lawn activities!
It made me grin and think again that I had received one of God's famous greeting cards. And just in time for Valentine's Day! Lucky me.
Those little robins were simply living authentically. The only way they will survive is to follow their instincts and eat live, whole food. What happened to humans that we began to box up food, pretend it was edible, advertise its "virtues" and sell it to other human beings?
Oh. Now I remember. It had to do with PROGRESS. Yes, and greed.
Yesterday I was treated to the stories shared by a folklorist, Kay Young. She has interviewed very elderly Nebraska people who fondly recalled the many times from their early childhoods when their families hunted, gathered, and ate the foods that grew naturally on the native prairie. Is that what contributed to their longevity? It couldn't have hindered it.
Incidentally, Kay Young's book, "Wild Seasons - Gathering and Cooking Wild Plants of the Great Plains" is available from the University of Nebraska Press in Lincoln and London. It is a great read with marvelous illustrations done by Mark E. Marcuson. I'd have to say that it is a must-have for anyone serious about vibrant good health.
Kay Young is much wiser and much more knowledgeable than I am about a great many things. She is all about goodness and love and nature and she related a comical episode she and her neighbor experienced. They have been absolutely PLAGUGED by squirrels. In fact, squirrels chewed through the belts of her car as it sat in the garage! This kept our friend from arriving at our home the week prior! She and her neighbor trapped a collection of squirrels and took them to a nearby cemetery for a new life and fresh start. Alas, Kay declared those silly squirrels beat the women home!
So, the robins have their autheticity nailed; the squirrels are eating raw, with the exception of those belts, and we are eating stuff we saw advertised on television. Does this give credence to the idea that raw foods are for the birds and those who eat raw foods are squirrelly? I dearly hope not.
Here's hoping you will enjoy Kay Young's book as much as we have at our house. We also hope you will check out some tasty ideas from Kristen Suzanne as well as Leanne Ely .
It made me grin and think again that I had received one of God's famous greeting cards. And just in time for Valentine's Day! Lucky me.
Those little robins were simply living authentically. The only way they will survive is to follow their instincts and eat live, whole food. What happened to humans that we began to box up food, pretend it was edible, advertise its "virtues" and sell it to other human beings?
Oh. Now I remember. It had to do with PROGRESS. Yes, and greed.
Yesterday I was treated to the stories shared by a folklorist, Kay Young. She has interviewed very elderly Nebraska people who fondly recalled the many times from their early childhoods when their families hunted, gathered, and ate the foods that grew naturally on the native prairie. Is that what contributed to their longevity? It couldn't have hindered it.
Incidentally, Kay Young's book, "Wild Seasons - Gathering and Cooking Wild Plants of the Great Plains" is available from the University of Nebraska Press in Lincoln and London. It is a great read with marvelous illustrations done by Mark E. Marcuson. I'd have to say that it is a must-have for anyone serious about vibrant good health.
Kay Young is much wiser and much more knowledgeable than I am about a great many things. She is all about goodness and love and nature and she related a comical episode she and her neighbor experienced. They have been absolutely PLAGUGED by squirrels. In fact, squirrels chewed through the belts of her car as it sat in the garage! This kept our friend from arriving at our home the week prior! She and her neighbor trapped a collection of squirrels and took them to a nearby cemetery for a new life and fresh start. Alas, Kay declared those silly squirrels beat the women home!
So, the robins have their autheticity nailed; the squirrels are eating raw, with the exception of those belts, and we are eating stuff we saw advertised on television. Does this give credence to the idea that raw foods are for the birds and those who eat raw foods are squirrelly? I dearly hope not.
Here's hoping you will enjoy Kay Young's book as much as we have at our house. We also hope you will check out some tasty ideas from Kristen Suzanne as well as Leanne Ely .
Connie Baum
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Who Is Watching?
We drove to our tiny country church in gleaming sunshine. As our little car turned off the paved highway onto a rock road leading to our house of worship we were thrilled to observe a Bald Eagle! He was vigilantly keeping watch from the top of a very tall tree.
We occasionally see eagles, but whenever we do, it is a special treat. As we made our way, my mind wandered to the observations my good Mohawk friend, Ralph Brown has made about eagles.
He once wrote about character...Ralph says that character is the way you live your life when you think no one is watching. Most people are good. When they look into a mirror, they want to see a good person reflected in that mirror. People, generally, want to work at self improvement so they can become their best selves.
But we all suffer from the human condition. Sometimes we let go of our good intentions, our best selves and fall into behavior that is less than stellar.
So, this begs this question: How do we hang on to our good intentions, our best behaviors? How do we keep from falling short of being who we really are?
Consider the eagle. The eagle has a wonderful built-in feature in his talons that keep him from falling or being blown off a branch, even as he sleeps. There is a pair of tendons that have ratchet-like teeth the eagle can lock into position as he sleeps. That very mechanism stays closed when the tendons are locked. This is the eagle's way of holding fast.
We humans have a mechanism for holding fast to our ideals. That would be our AWARENESS. We must be as vigilant as the eagle concerning our behavior. We would be wise to make virtues and values a part of our being. As we grow, develop and mature, our ideals will grow with us and we will have greater understanding of our selves and ways to apply our new found wisdom in daily living.
Be vigilant. Be as watchful and steadfast as the mighty eagle.
If this gem from Ralph Brown interests you, his website will certainly strike your fancy. Please visit his site and see for yourself what tremendous wisdom this man has expressed through his pointillist art work. Be prepared to be astonished! http://www.mirroredwindows.com/
Connie Baum
We occasionally see eagles, but whenever we do, it is a special treat. As we made our way, my mind wandered to the observations my good Mohawk friend, Ralph Brown has made about eagles.
He once wrote about character...Ralph says that character is the way you live your life when you think no one is watching. Most people are good. When they look into a mirror, they want to see a good person reflected in that mirror. People, generally, want to work at self improvement so they can become their best selves.
But we all suffer from the human condition. Sometimes we let go of our good intentions, our best selves and fall into behavior that is less than stellar.
So, this begs this question: How do we hang on to our good intentions, our best behaviors? How do we keep from falling short of being who we really are?
Consider the eagle. The eagle has a wonderful built-in feature in his talons that keep him from falling or being blown off a branch, even as he sleeps. There is a pair of tendons that have ratchet-like teeth the eagle can lock into position as he sleeps. That very mechanism stays closed when the tendons are locked. This is the eagle's way of holding fast.
We humans have a mechanism for holding fast to our ideals. That would be our AWARENESS. We must be as vigilant as the eagle concerning our behavior. We would be wise to make virtues and values a part of our being. As we grow, develop and mature, our ideals will grow with us and we will have greater understanding of our selves and ways to apply our new found wisdom in daily living.
Be vigilant. Be as watchful and steadfast as the mighty eagle.
If this gem from Ralph Brown interests you, his website will certainly strike your fancy. Please visit his site and see for yourself what tremendous wisdom this man has expressed through his pointillist art work. Be prepared to be astonished! http://www.mirroredwindows.com/
Connie Baum
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