Tune back in on 8-11
Summer breezes are a blessin'
Know I'm really not a traitor
See you later, alligator
May cool August breezes blow your way
With moisture keeping drought at bay
Melinda
Tuesday, July 30, 2019
Sunday, July 21, 2019
Drift...
When I give myself time to sink into each yoga pose in my tried and true set of four, there washes over me such peace and well-being that I drift into yummy deep relaxation and feel miraculously healed.
Friday, I went for a two and a half hour hike with a friend on a path that was mostly asphalt. Lake Chabot is nine miles around, we did not circumnavigate the whole path 'round! At the boat house, we went to our right, making our partial walk around the lake in an anti-clockwise direction. We passed through Redwood groves. Bay Laurel trees let go their scent as cooler late afternoon air prevailed, and the magnificent twisty Oaks laughed in rustle-y chortles while the wind tickled them. The surface of the water was studded with diamonds as wind-whipped air dug up the gems, reflecting light into the leaves of all the trees.
We came to a waterfall and hushed to hear its song. We came to an old wooden foot bridge over a marsh that had only just drained itself as the hottest part of the summer staked its claim on moisture. Jean said the ducks had been floating around under this bridge just two weeks ago, now they had to move on to the deeper waters of the lake. We saw Mallard Mamas and a few ducklings, but no Papa Mallards with their bright green neck ties on. We wondered if they might be off playing a game of poker or penuchle. I wondered what they looked like with visors on to cut the overhead light that made their cigar smoke's rings visible. The foot bridge itself was a musical instrument. It sighed and it sang and percussed and it chattered like a one man band just for our walking along it over the once-upon-a-time marsh. I wondered if the surface water in storm season reached the bridge, which seemed so close to the mud.
Herons and egrets and seagulls, oh, my...
All a flying across the blue sky.
Nary a cloud to darken the sun.
So it shone bright on everyone!
We saw fisher folk and bikers, strollers and hikers. All were friendly and taking in Nature.
How lucky we are to have this glorious park nearby to enjoy.
I had done my yoga and meditation early that morning, but by the time we got back, my hips were cranky from walking too long on a hard surface. I felt all nature-ized and nourished by the beauty, but my body needed yoga. I lay down on the floor and did some Ujjayi breathing with my lower legs up on a chair in the bedroom. It was golden hour, almost 7:00, and light from the low-in- the-sky sun was split into all its glorious colors by a couple of crystals hanging in the window. Both sides of the window were open so the breeze moved them. The rocking crystals made six arrow head shaped spear tips striped Red Orange Yellow Green Blue Indigo and Violet dance on the ceiling directly above me. They were surrounded by a sprinkling of rainbow colored dots that looked like stars. What a lovely light show.
I let gravity do the work of straightening my spine while the Ujjayi breathing replenished my life force (prana) and the colorful arrows danced above me.
With the first asana, Alternate Leg (Pawanmuktasana) I felt my tail bone releasing and my hip creases sighing with relief and release.
Next came a sacrum pose called Reclining Hero's Pose (Supta Virasana). Aaaah... all's right with the world when tension lets go its hold on the pelvis.
Releasing the muscles of the waist area of the spine ought to have come next, but that would have meant getting up, and I was enjoying the floor and the light show on the ceiling too much to move just yet, so I did the rib-cage-area-of-the-spine's pose next: Rotated Stomach (Jhatara Parivrrtanasa).
I love the sound of the Sanskrit names.
Then, once the knot behind the heart had been addressed with that lovely twist, it was time for Lunge Pose (Anjaneyasana) for the psoas muscles deep in the middle of the body on either side of the waist and pelvis. These are LONG muscles that act like slip 'n' slides for babies coming into the world from mother's dark and quiet. They are also the muscles involved in putting our foot on gas and brake pedals when we're driving. When those psoas muscles are tight from heavy lifting, too much sitting, or life "grinding" or scaring us, we end up curled over in a "C" shape and feeling out of sorts because there's pain in the lower back and a pain in the neck because we have to tilt our chin up to be able to see anything when our back is so curved over. Releasing all that tension made the world right again for me and I got up and made dinner. I felt much taller and so relaxed.
Drift is what my teacher calls it when I start getting sloppy or rushed with my practice or forget what the proper alignments are. Drift curtails us from experiencing the deeper gifts given us by Svaroopa(R) yoga. Proper alignment and allowing ourselves to savor the experience are keys to helping us sink into the Bliss of our Own Being, Svaroopa!.
Yoga: Don't leave home without it!
A video called "The Primary Practice" with my yoga teacher from 1995 to present, Rama Berch, is still available, I believe, on the Master Yoga or Svaroopa(R) yoga website. When life "does" us, we need tools to recover our joy of living.
Sunday, July 14, 2019
A Funny Thing Happened...
On the way to the garden, a funny thing happened. I saw a lizard sunning itself on the large volcanic rock under the plum tree. One fat ripe plum splatted on the rock next to the startled lizard. He scuttled under the protective ledge of his formerly safe and cozy sunning place. A moment later, as I watched in fascination, he scuttled back up top - perhaps to get more sun, perhaps to satisfy his curiosity and sample the sweet juice now dripping down the surface of his rock. In either case, the lizard first did some push-ups, making sure all around knew he was king of this rock and nobody better mess with him!
I certainly wasn't planning on messing with the creature. His black striped back and blue belly reminded me of ones I'd caught as a child in and around the wood pile, back of the stand of bamboo in the open field adjacent our hillside home in Echo Park. We saw a lot of Blue-bellies there sans tails. I'm not saying it was always us kids, but maybe the plentiful cats who tried to catch the reptiles. Those crafty lizards knew well how to distract predators by leaving their tails behind, offering up a tasty snack to a wily cat, fox or kid. We marveled at the wriggly squiggly remains of a tail. We never thought of tasting one.
This current li'l blue belly is a welcome visitor in the garden. I'm glad the plum didn't hit him, though it would have been fun to see a tail left behind. How long does it take to grow a new one?
Dr. Robert O. Becker, Orthopedic Surgeon introduced the idea in his book,"The Body Electric: Electromagnetism and the Foundation of Life" (with Gary Selden) that using Direct Current electricity, we can help mammals regenerate bone, nerve, muscle, skin and fur - complete regeneration! Astounding as it sounds, his ideas have helped footballers and basketball players recover rapidly from injury. Direct current helps the body line itself up to replicate all the cells that got damaged. Becker watched a salamander in laboratory do that... which is not uncommon. What was uncommon was the complete regeneration of a rabbit's foot when it had been surgically removed from the unlucky rabbit. That caught the attention of the United States Government. That could offer huge benefits for soldiers in war.
US Navy called Dr. Becker in to testify on another matter for the Department of Defense - namely, the safety of the radar screen buried under the state of Wisconsin as part of the Strategic Defense Initiative, derisively dubbed 'Star Wars' by Teddy Kennedy during the Reagan Era.
Dr. Becker testified that it was not a good idea to subject humans or any other mammals to the high intensity of microwave emissions coming off radar cables- even underground. Further, he said that the arbitrary assignment of a number deemed 'safe' for emissions from radar and cell towers was a gross underestimation of the damage said emissions could do to our neurons, eyes, nervous systems, and individual cells. Our flesh can literally cook when exposed to microwave emissions. The huge increase in cataract surgeries is testament to the unsafe emissions to which we are exposed from our computer screens, televisions, sunlight, microwave ovens, ambient electricity, and radio waves with which we're constantly surrounded. Time to build a Farraday Cage? Maybe so. The US Government did not like Becker's responses and, according to Dr. Becker, all funding for his research in bone regrowth was pulled.
Mr. Lizard has real soft plums falling on his sunny rock. Humans have invisible rays bombarding us unawares. It's time we wake up to the invisible and take appropriate defensive actions, before we lose our tails!
Sunday, July 7, 2019
Shift Happens? How Soon?
I'd like to see lots of change to the protocols we have in place for mamas and babies to give birth together. We seem, as a culture, to be missing the point of how soft-bellied mammals need to be supported in order to give birth successfully, blissfully, and safely. We have lost so much along the way from hunter-gatherers to agrarian cultures to where we find ourselves now: in a technocracy where we bar the door to keep Nature from entering. The most important part we lost was the trust we should have in Mother Nature. She knows that mammals need to feel safe in order to give birth. All mammals, including humans, will stop labor when they do not feel safe. Our systems secrete catecholamines (stress hormones) that counteract the oxytocin that stimulates contractions. What happens to many women in labor when they enter the hospital is that the stress of entering an unfamiliar space sends stress hormones into the blood stream which slows down or stops labor. Again, mammals have the capacity to stop labor when they do not feel safe. It is pro-survival to give birth in a safe, comfortable environment. We know how to stop contractions. Asking our care providers to follow the hormone-aware protocols can go a long way toward letting Nature dictate the timing of all support during labor and delivery.*
Sometimes the birthing couple or birthing triad, if the mother’s partner is there, need privacy and to be left alone to regroup, support one another, steel their resolve to let Nature dictate the pacing, rather than strict hospital protocols, as long as everything is going well. This means minimizing tests, exams, and giving plenty of space and time for contractions to do their job. Women’s bodies are designed to work well.
When the baby begins her journey out, she has the capacity and is hard-wired to USE her legs to help the process, by pushing her feet against the top of the uterus (fundus) so as to propel herself toward the outlet.
When not given anesthetic, mom has more sensation and can participate more fully in helping her baby find her way out. If she is schooled in how normal it is to have big sensation during contractions, she will do much better than if she tenses up with every rush. Tension causes pain. Pain causes tension. It becomes a vicious circle of escalating pain and escalating tension. Understanding that the largest and strongest muscle in the human body is the uterus. These muscles combine strength, endurance, dynamic strength, and absolute strength. (The only other muscle that comes close to pounds of pressure per square inch is the massater muscle which yields more pressure per square inch every time we bite down on something than any other muscle in the human body. [55 pounds on the incisors or 200 pounds on the molars!])
I was fortunate to have been a dancer and to know how those large leg and gluteal muscles feel when they’re working hard. HARD is how they feel! As muscle fibers contract, the entire muscle gets more dense and it feels hard to the touch.
A birth educator may be able to help her students understand in their body that it’s the job of the uterus to get hard in order to shorten and to push the baby towards the outlet. A good birth educator will also clue-in mom and dad that the baby has a job too. Ideally, baby is the one initiating labor… the powerful signal is given by the BABY’S release of a hormone that says: I’m ready for my entrance now. Please help me to get out.
When contractions begin, and the fundus (the top of the uterus) gets hard, it is to the baby as the side of a swimming pool is to a swimmer. She can push off and it helps her to swim herself down toward the outlet. “Down” here is a relative word. When standing, mom’s cervix and vaginal opening are definitely down, below her navel. With gravity’s support, it’s a lot easier for babies to push themselves down toward the outlet rather than in an upward direction. When mom is lying down in classic hospital lithotomy position, flat on her back, (usually, with her feet in stirrups) baby is necessarily pushing uphill against gravity, and so is mom.
Breathing and focus can work well for mitigating pain. Surrender is another big idea during birth. Surrendering to the powerful rushes that WILL bring that baby down the canal, is a useful and tricky trick.
Not saying it's easy for everyone. Just saying it's optimal to surrender to the flow of the rushes. Our bodies have been preparing to give birth since we were an egg inside our mother when she was a baby floating in the dark and quiet of HER mother. The process is meant to work well. Women's bodies were designed to carry and deliver babies. Learning as much as we can about how the process works is a good start. Unfamiliarity leads to surprise which leads to bracing which leads to pain. The unknown can make all of us cringe.
While classic lithotomy position is easier for birth attendants to feel and see what is happening, it is harder on the birthing couple and often slows down the birth, thereby increasing the likelihood that the hospital will resort to other interventions, like forceps, suction bonnets and ultimately, Caesarean section, also called surgical delivery, or belly birth, which then increases recovery time and impedes the bonding process.
Staying loose is a practice that can be cultivated. A good birth educator can help us to understand the process, learn to differentiate muscles, so only the uterus needs to work until it is time to push. She can also help us learn the benefits of relaxation and HOW to relax. Further, the role of the birth educator is to normalize many things that may come up during the birth or directly after. Few are worrisome. Most are not.
We are fortunate to live in an age when appropriate medical interventions are available. We can demand of our support staff that they do not use any of those spiffy interventions without good cause.
Every intervention disrupts the birth dance; the threshold dance of a human child entering into the world. Every intervention has consequence that may lead to more interventions until the cascade separates mothers and babies from their own unique two-step. That separation itself is disempowering and perceived as life-threatening for the emerging being.
Ideally, s/he ought to be able to initiate labor, ought to be allowed to help push herself out (no anesthetic). Optimally, the birthing couple ought to be left to the rhythms of their singular dance music so they may complete it in their own time.
* A free download of a seventeen page booklet called (Pathway to a Healthy Birth may be found here:
Tuesday, July 2, 2019
Age, Old, Garden
"M and M Always" is scrawled on the white side of a cardboard piece of a Lipton Tea Bag Economy size box. Costco's finest. Recycling are us! I found it smiling at me from the back of the refrigerator after he left early June to go to camp for a month. He's back now. The cardboard was damp and perhaps some indigo stains from the purple yam and black Forbidden Rice with coconut milk glormph I'm fond of making as a sweet treat had found their way onto the heart and smiley face.
M and M have, it seems, been together always. Since 1972 anyway... more than half my lifetime and of his. My little brother then nine, now fifty-six and a half, served M & Ms at our wedding. He thought it was the neatest thing that his big sister would marry a man whose name also began with M.
So here we are 47 years later, leaving love notes for one another when work or volunteer gigs or writing conferences do us part. Not sure if he even found all the notes I packed into his shirt and pants pockets, socks and sleeping bag. Oh, well. Some were found. That matters. We don't want to be outdone in the showing love to one another department.
Why is that?
A doe and her fawn peruse, browse, then careen away, when they see me watering this morning, to the other side of the street.
So sweet to see their heads - like pigeons do - thrusting forward with each step they take. I wonder what their heads do when they run? They love the grasses I've planted. One is totally gone, the dent in the earth shows where the tuft was. The other is nibbled down to the nubs, but still there, and this morning I see a new sprig escaping and pushing itself up, growing next to the original.
I'm trying to craft an "S" shaped path from curb down the slight incline to the cement path that runs along the front of the house from driveway to the planter wall that runs parallel to the house, just outside the kitchen windows. Outlined in brick salvaged from a neighbors house, (they didn't want them), the first attempt was way too wide; the second too narrow. This morning's outline is closer to what I imagined. I think the deer approve.
Humming bird feeder has to be moved on account of ant attack. I hang it by its "S" hook from an upward thrusting twig of the plum tree instead of from the piece of recycled phone cord some distance away which is black with thirsty, gluttonous ants. We'll see if the hummers stop shaking their heads every time they take a sip on the wing or sit on the feeder for a longer drink these hot July days. Did I say hot? I meant to say June Gloom has not let go its grip. We're in the 50s these early mornings. I put on my winter coat over my pajamas to water this morning. Front yard at least. No one can see me in the back that I care about... so PJs work just fine. It's cold alright! The purple agapanthus and purple wisteria so beautiful against their dark green foliage. My lips, too, are purple. Summer? Hah! Wait 'til October.
This morning, I'm going in early to CCMP to help translate for a gentleman who had a run-in with a non-Spanish-speaking dentist paid by Medi-Cal to pull all his upper teeth. Not a one left. Medi-Cal pays for only HALF of a total set of chompers. One complete denture either upper or lower. So they pulled every one of this fellow's upper teeth, even though nearly all of them were of sound health. There were two teeth that were abscessed Why pull all the rest? Because it makes the Insurance Companies' CEOs rich. The fellow didn't understand what he was going to have done. They put him under general anesthetic and he couldn't complain until it was all over. Disgusting what our health care system has become. He's been without teeth up there for fourteen months! If you don't have the dough to pay for procedures and don't speak the language, and don't have an advocate, you are a target for malpractice of grand proportions - a pawn in the industry that's raking in money hand over tooth. Coalition of Concerned Medical Professionals (CCMP) is lending a hand... all volunteer, not a penny of government monies, very grass roots, 43 years old.
Hands... My beloved is going to have thumb reconstruction surgery on his right hand sometime in August. The opposable digit dislocated while pressing the "on" button of the washing machine - a clear indication that housework may hurt you! Don't do it! (Actually, I hear him bustling in the kitchen right now, putting away the dishes - single-handedly - as I write.) He's such a thoughtful guy and has learned miraculously much about navigating without opposable thumbs and how to do so many things with his non-dominant hand. After the right hand heals, he'll have to have the left thumb reconstructed as well. Sigh. Old-Age ain't for sissies! That's for sure. At least we'll have a nice garden to sit in when we're old Old OLD! Will it be too cold, I wonder.
One more thought this Tuesday writing of My Monday Muse... A gal from Church of Last Resort shared a technique that worked for her to ease acute grief she was feeling around the recent death of her mother. Her counselor said, this doesn't work for every one, but it works for many...
Take a piece of paper and fold it in half. With your dominant hand, write questions and statements to your lost person. Walk away. Sometime later, when you come back to it, use your non-dominant hand to "reply" as if you are the deceased. Most of us are pretty adept at channeling the voice of loved ones - or even family and "friends" of whom we were not so fond. I'm going to give it a try.
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