People are tall! Bikes everywhere, no traffic jams in sight.
It feels clean and efficient with wind-mills turning in greeting to the airplanes gliding towards Copenhagen.
English is spoken flawlessly. Their manner is breezy and matter-of-fact, soothing to my straight-talking Virgo soul. It feels organizationally sound somehow.
I found the metro easy to use and the food was tasty–coriander is the spice that we brought home. (We like to look for signature flavors from each country or area that we visit.) Did you know that coriander comes from Cilantro? Coriander is the plant and cilantro refers to the stems and leaves. When we use coriander, we are using the plant’s seeds.
We were told that we must see Christiania–so I sought it out, hopping the metro to Christianshavn St, I asked until I found Pusher Street. Everyone knows. Christiania is an evolved community stemming from counterculture values expressed in the 70’s when squatters took over government buildings that had been abandoned. It is an indication of the liberal attitudes of the country and is tolerated if not accepted. It has its own flag, schools, cafe`s, shopping kiosks and eateries. There is a “no-tell” feeling of keeping Christiania discreet. I felt like I must be flashing back to Haight-Ashbury in the 60’s.
Definitely take a boat tour of the canals–it’s an amazing view offering the feel of transportation old-style, more convenient than winding through streets and traffic.
And the icing on my Danish (pardon my metaphor) was the Street Food Court! What a hoot. People gathered around a fire pit on the dock, watching water traffic and birds sailing in and out. Beer stations are sprinkled throughout and kiosks of food crowd a warehouse of hungry patrons. If you aren’t hungry when you get there, the smells of delicious offerings will rapidly whet your appetite for more.
With so much to do– getting ready for a trip, tying up loose ends at home, paying bills for when I’m gone, maintaining my busy work and grandparenting schedule– I could easily become overwhelmed. Instead, I’ve decided to SLOW. DOWN. TIME.
I use this technique often—and it never lets me down. It feels quite magical!
Winter has a silver lining–the added value of a warm, soft-like-cashmerescarf.I think “women of a certain age” have known it for awhile–but one has to mature enough to catch the nuance.Which really means–when skin begins to sag, hide it!
In lieu of a faceliftI deliberately camouflage with a snaZZy scarf. Yet another justification for my scarf collection!
On the last leg of an amazing, 1 month journey through Italy, from tip to toe (and Sicily too), we arrived back in Milano at the Malpenza Airport for the 3rd time. Lugging bags and travel-worn by now, I suddenly realized that I wasn’t carrying my purse!
Peace signs in my eyes sometimes get in the way of my vision. For others, it maybe dollar signs. We all feel what’s important to us differently. There are as many ideologies as there are people to uphold them.
Love without Unity?
It’s been done before.
What of the many civil wars, not only in our country, but world-wide?
Brothers and sisters, friends and neighbors, husbands and wives– aligning with different sides.
How is it that humans having so much in common can be so definitely divided?
A test of strength for sure. it’s a wake-up call about the assumptions we make based on what we believe.
Strong belief does not guarantee Truth. Not even my own.
We all have a Path to walk.
My job is not to judge how you walk yours–my job is to keep putting one foot in front of the other as I determine my own.
As a massage therapist, I relate to ‘feeling stiff” a little differently than most… as an aging boomer, I feel it all too well.
I see it as the body’s way of slowing us down until we become warmed up. It makes me feel old and creaky, compromising my balance and my confidence as well.
The soreness is inflammation from the waste our muscles have created. Movement and warmth help to carry it away, allowing freer movement while enabling circulation on many levels (it’s not just about blood–it’s lymphatic and hormonal too.
But when we don’t move much–ie sitting on the couch; working at the computer; lying in bed; tensing up while driving;, etc,–
–-we feel stiff.
What to do?
Rub what hurts before you get up and go.
Warm up literally–in the shower or with gentle movements–such as pumping your legs back and forth or making circles with yout ankles, etc.
Avoid over-stretching until you have moved around a bit
Use heat patches from the drug store–or some old fashioned Tiger Balm to warm up joints and tight muscles
Ok, that’s my preachy-massage-therapist-advice for this cold Winter’s day.
What is it about being older that interrupts our sleep-style?
And is that indeed what it comes from–is it this a “getting older thing” ?
I know that a late-night wine habit can play a part in the mid-night wake-up.
And many evenings, I decide that it’s worth the risk, placing a glass of water near my bed for the dry-mouth that often follows. Dehydration is the factor there–so drinking a full glass of water pre-sleep, often seems to help.
But on those nights when I do not indulge, I often find myself eluded by the sandman (sand person?), revved up and ready to–do what?
If I start a project late in the evening or even read something engaging, or play WORD on my app, I’m doomed to a racing mind and a dozen quick looks at the clock to see how much sleep that I’m missing.
What’s a boomer to do?
Relaxing soak in an epsom salts bath before bed-time
Yoga and muscle relaxation to soothe my mind
T.V.–oft times boring enough to put me to sleep
Relaxing herbal tea: camomile; all mints but peppermint–which is a stimulant;
Hot toddy–just 1 : little whisly, little honey, and lemon in hot water
Tell my body that I’m “letting go” and build a habit of progressive relaxation as I talk myself up from toe-to-head (or vise versa)
Quit worrying about it and “get up”, taking a nap later to revamp, even having coffee as if I’m starting the day anew
I just reorganized my kitchen. ‘Talk about a gush of energy! I keep returning to look at my straightened cupboards and efficient arrangements for a cheap thrill!
Culinary Christmas presents threw my kitchen into serious critical mass with no place for too many things.
Kitchens are symbolic–and women are particularly conscious of this, I think. When our kitchens are in order, our nerves are soothed. It’s where we provide nurturing. Conversations around the table are like traditional evenings around the fire–it’s where stories are told and feelings are shared. It’s where laughter erupts and tears spring forth.