Food For Thought: Anger

Life is short and life is precious. I will never, ever understand why some people choose to live a life filled with anger and hatred.

We’ve all known these people, the ones who go to great lengths to foist their anger and hatred on others, while claiming when you might call them on it, that you are the angry person. Anger breeds anger, by its very energy emitted by others; it is a contagious, toxic thought form that permeates people and relationships, replacing loving thought with angry thought, filling up light filled spaces with darkness.

My experience with angry people is that that they carry baggage from the past that they can’t seem to let go of, even when they claim they have.

Forgiveness is the antidote to anger. Love is the antidote to fear. Be kind to one another… It is the root of compassion and the foundation of love for all beings.

Namaste… Pamela

Food For Thought: It’s Never Too Late

It is never too late… I remind myself often of these words, by Louise Hay:

“My life is just beginning, and I love it. So many wonderful opportunities are on the horizon.” 

– Louise L. Hay

Age is irrelevant… Every day we are faced with changes and opportunities. Every day is a new beginning. Every day is a change to evolve, to grow, to learn and to make a difference in the world.

Be the light you want to see…

Namaste… Pamela

Food For Thought: When Relationships End

What happens when relationships no longer serves the greater good in our lives? Sometimes we are able to extricate ourselves from those relationships in an easy manner, and other times those relationships will end with drama and pain.

But, even when a relationship ends with drama and pain, there is a still a way to redeem that rough ending, by making the choice to wish the other person well in the future. It’s not always easy to feel that way after your feelings have been hurt, but, I guarantee it is a much healthier way to move on, than carrying about anger, hurt and pain.

Anger, hurt and pain over failed relationships can drag us down. Holding on to grudges create toxic energy in our bodies that can manifest in a host of different physical and emotional symptoms.  Continue reading

Oatmeal Walnut Cherry Cookies

This fabulous Oatmeal Walnut Cherry cookies recipe is via a friend on Facebook.

Ingredients:

1.5 cups flour
1 cup sugar
1 egg
1.75 cups oatmeal
1/2 cup walnut pieces
1 cup dried cherries
1/2 cup melted butter
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp cinnamon
1/8 tsp ginger
1/8 tsp nutmeg
1/8 tsp cloves
1 tbsp vanilla
1 tbsp molasses

Directions:

  • Preheat oven to 325
  • Mix dry ingredients
  • Mix wet ingredients (including sugar)
  • Add together
  • Use nonstick cookie pans or spray/grease pans
  • 10-14 minutes per batch, depending on size
  • The cookies will be very soft cookies, don’t overcook…

These cookies are perfect for the holidays! Enjoy!

Poem: Ode to Cappy

Ode to Cappy

Another soul slipped through the crack today.
Gone, gone, gone
From this river, he will be,
Never again to trawl the sea.

Last summer he pulled in his last net,
He hauled up his last catch,
And he shucked his last scallop shell.
He never threw the little ones back.

Cappy caught the last fishing boat today, ending the pain
But I suspect if you asked him where he was going
He’d have said,
I’m going straight to hell, cracking a toothless smile.

I remember the last time I saw him
That smile stretched as wide as the sea
Acting like an eccentric fisherman
However, that might be.

Cappy had a soft spot, much like a tender, tiny scallop
The ones he never threw back,
Those were the most precious
He would crow, and of course he would know.

We saw an angel in the clouds today
Not long after Cappy’s name came up in conversation
He’s still hanging on to the life raft you said
Not ready to be set free.

Cappy was of the river and the sea
And they were too, of Cappy
He knew every river inlet intimately
He lived to roam the sea.

I took a picture of that angel cloud
I didn’t know why when.
Not long after I dropped you off, the word came
Light a candle for Tommy, he has passed.

Some folks will say
This river will never be the same without Cappy
I cannot help
But agree.

Poet’s note: This piece was written March 9, 2017 to an old friend who passed quietly away from cancer. Studying a variety of poetic forms in graduate poetry workshop at Salem State University, elegies are one of the many poetic forms we’ve read and some have written for class. I’m working on a series of 8 – 10 poems for my final in my class, as this piece isn’t to be focused in that collection, I wanted to share it here on my blog. I do have another elegy that I do plan to include in my final collection.