Sunday, November 18, 2012

Karma comes around ...

Well, time flies ... it has been about almost three months  since my last blog post. Just to update you from my last post, I did the meth-choline test which was suppose to induce an asthma attack. The purpose is to confirm that I have asthma. The test came out negative. My lungs resisted and no asthma attack came about. I still don't have any clue whether these results are accurate  It the extreme heat we've had this past summer or an anxiety over something. Don't know. But I am breathing well these days and off inhalers. That matters to me!

I have attempted some draft posts before, but never came around to finishing it. The moment would pass and the inspiration went elsewhere on to other projects. So what fuelled this post today? Karma.


Don't you feel sometimes that the bad guys seems to get away from murder? Don't you feel that Karma has fell short and not been really coming around to that other person. Wouldn't you wish that you could just speed it up a bit? Take Karma by the hand and say ... hey ... that's the one. Get him or her. Is there no justice in the world? No integrity?

 A few weeks ago and I went to see a movie on opening nigh tand there was a long line-up  A couple was budding in. I mean an older couple. ADULTS maybe in their 40s. They were not cutting in front of me, but they were cutting in front of the people behind us. My friend made a point to the couple that the line was outside. The couple had the audacity to stay on. I did nothing. I  just stood there  hoping that they would get shoved off course by the "true wait in liners" running to get their seats. No such luck. Us Canadians are too damn polite!

See where I am going with this?

The problem with that scenario is that I did not take action to call on that couple. Instead of wishing Karma to take over for me, I could have called the manager or staff over to tell them to stand in line like everyone else. But there will be a next time. That is just a small example. I could give you a much more petty and drama infusing occurrence, but I rather stick to something much smaller to drive home the point not only to you, but to myself as well.

When I think about it, it really is a cowardly thing to wish ill will on anyone rather than meet that human being eye to eye.

Karma does have a place, but on its own terms. Not on the whim of the  little self-righteous mes that think that they are the centre of the universe.


Until next time,

Helga

Friday, August 24, 2012

Too Much Time on my Hands Leads to Self-Experimentation

I am still self experimenting. I went on a 100km ride two weeks ago to see if I could go on my cycling trip which was a 286km ride to Algonquin Park. The ride went well. We tackled many hills and it down poured on us. Muscle wise, I was perfect. No aches or pains. However, after the ride stopped, I had a chest pain. That night I couldn't sleep. I had to use my inhaler (which is a steroid combo with a broncho-dilator) twice. My chest tightened and I struggled a bit getting in that air. I could breathe, but it was this sensation that I have this cement bag on my chest. I was trying to take in deep breathes, but no success. I called up my beloved to tell him the bad news. I just didn't want to be a burden and  hospitals are just not around when you are camping in the bush.


This was at my 50km mark. The weather was perfect! Too bad, so sad! 
Another way I know that I am going through a symptom is the inability to complete a yawn. I yawn, but can't make it. Anyhow, there is no congestion in my lungs. My airflow is normal according to a pulmonary function test I did at the hospital. My brother-in-law suggests that it may be anxiety and others have as well. They thought that is may be stress due to my dad passing away and me being the main caretaker of my mother. It may well be. All I know is that at times, it is hard to get that air in. I will be doing a methacolene test at the hospital which induces my lungs to have an attack. It is one of the ways to prove that I have indeed asthma since I do not seem to exhibit typical symptoms. My asthma specialist thought it was strange that I didn't experience symptoms during my ride, but after the fact. That ride was an experiment. This test will be an interesting one. I will let you know. I am suppose to be off the puffers for a couple of weeks. Then they pump the stuff into my airways and see how I fair.

In the meantime, I am still doing my diet experiment. I have been mostly paleo. My energy levels are stable. I get less asthma like symptoms so far. That could be also a placebo effect. What I do notice is when I do cheat on sugar, I get some of the symptoms. The reason is that to get the sugar out of your system and then re-introduce it, has its adverse effects. You are more likely to notice it then you would if you continually have sugar in your diet. I had some medjool dates yesterday. Seem healthy enough, right? Natural. No added sugar. No preservatives. Here is the thing. The natural occurring sugar is Fructose. It is still sugar. Your body reacts to it like it does with glucose. When broken down, it becomes glucose. Robb Wolf who I have mentioned before in my paleo blog site, refers to fructose is that "aunt" that looks innocent enough. The liver works harder to break down fructose than when it  receives straight glucose. Anyhow, at any rate, my innocent dates were evil. You live, you learn.

Here is a blog on Fructose by Amy Kabal who is a dietitian:

Fructose Effects on the Body

Here is another experiment of mine. Pure coffee. I bought a bag of coffee beans that are from Costa Rica. I learned from the Bullet-Proof executive that consuming coffee in its highest quality form has some benefits.

 Bullet Proof Executive- Coffee enhancing health

According,   Dr. Mercola and his associate   this form of caffeine binds with those receptors that are known to be addiction receptors (i.e. addiction to sugar).  Secondly, it helps to restore brain cells and heighten your energy levels. The trick is to be buy coffee beans that are grown in high altitudes where mold is non existent. Some coffee are processed with the mold. Avoid sun dried and aim for water processed. I got a coffee grinder and I selected some beans to have them roasted at the Green Beanery. Again, I will let you know how that works.

Perhaps all of this self experimentation amounts to one thing:  "Too much time on my hands."  I have been blessed with it. So why not use it?

Until next time,

Helga

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

My Morning Coffee with "History of God"

I am reading "History of God" by Karen Armstrong. The book is a historical account on the formation of the three major monotheist religions:  Judaism, Christianity, and Islam. She not only gives a historical backdrop, but she also intermingles her account with "people's experience" of God from a cultural context. It is a "heady" read and I am still mulling through this large paperback, but I find it very interesting.

I thought it was interesting that the writings of the text were heavily influenced by either their political and cultural surroundings. I also thought it was interesting that these religions started out with pure and simple principles of communal harmony and equality for all (including women). But once the politics came in and the texts fell into the hands of generations later, God became something to Fear, Women became  marginalized and God also became something like a Ruler rather than the essence of existence.  Again, since this is a sensitive topic to a lot of believers, I am not by any means putting down these religions since I do see the strength and beauty of spiritual communities. I just find these historical patterns very intriguing. 

We have been very successful with manipulating the natural world for our purposes. When we do that, most of the beauty of what is natural is somehow lost. I am not putting down Science either. I am also a big lover of science with its analysis and breakthroughs. Knowledge is power as in the old adage. However, it is how it is used and twisted is what is disconcerting and unfortunate. Religion has its political and cultural roots that have kept people in check for a many millennia. These roots  do not invalidate people's connection with God. The essence is still there. The troubling part is how this powerful relationship has been used and still being used today. We can look to examples in history and even today where fierce-less rulers will align themselves with religion to get public buy in. You can  question a human, but no one can question God (except for the Atheists). 

So where am I going with this?  Come on now, this is one of my all time favourite topics. If we could cut away all this build up and fat that we accumulated over the centuries and stick to the essence of what God may be to anyone (regardless of what religious backbone), religion would not be such a sensitive topic. Some of our backs wouldn't be up if we talked about science and its explanation of natural phenomenon. There wouldn't such an extreme effort to blot the concept of God from our daily lives.  Who knows?  Or, perhaps we would find something else to argue about?

Thursday, August 2, 2012

An Old Lesson Revisited

I want to write about an epiphany I had two weeks ago. It was a lesson I had learned before, but I guess ignored. Let me tell you a story about my initial lesson  and it goes like this:

I joined a running club with YMCA in 2002 roughly.  I had a coach and a group to run with. Everyone was running at different paces and different levels. I was one of the slowest runners. I think simply because I believed I couldn't do it. My coach gave me a training schedule and I guess I was frusturated at times on my runs. I had a running partner  who was slightly faster than I, but I think held herself back because of me. So although I enjoyed being with the group and having a training schedule, I was jealous of the faster runners. I also did not think that my coach was there for me.

 I trained for my first marathon and I wanted to go big. So I signed up for the New York marathon. Got in on the first try. The New York Marathon is a lottery system where you register, but not guaranteed a spot. My coach and another member also signed up for the marathon and got in. However, I was resolved to do it on my own. I didn't want to run with them because I knew I was slower and I was just fed up running with the group. I bought a plane ticket. Flew on my own, and had a hotel room at the Sheraton in Manhattan.

On race day, we all ran like champions from the start line. The streets were lined with crowds of people cheering for us. New York is great about that. The streets are always full of people from the Start and all way to the Finish line. That is one of the reasons why I love the city. I felt like a superstar. So I made the number one mistake and ran at full tilt for the first 10km. Then I ran out of gas. It was a hot day on November 2, 2003. The temperature was about 30 degrees Celsius and in the 90s Fahrenheit.  So I made a number two mistake. I drank too much gatorade. You are suppose to pace yourself with your drinking (drink little sips) and gel yourself up every hour which I didn't do. I felt sick. I started to zigzag as I ran. A  man stopped me and told me that it wasn't worth it. I responded deliriously, "I want my medal !"  Then he got a cop to escort me off the course and to the First Aid station.

 I sat on a bed and threw up my gatorade on the pavement. They were starting to load people up from the First Aid station on the bus to the Finish Line. I was determined to finish and not go home empty handed. Then I looked out to the runners. All of a sudden, I see my coach, my other running member and couple of other runners running slowly.  I escaped from the First Aid Station to join them. They were glad to see me and were suffering as well from the heat. So they dragged me to the finish line which we completed in about 6 hours.

Just a funny note to add, when we reached the finish line, one of our group members proposed to his girlfriend as I had to vomit in the corner. I was also unable to eat the usual victory dinner of "going all out".  But I was in good company.


My coach and I after our victory dinner with our medals
November 2003


My lesson is that I can't do it on my own. I am self sufficient enough and independent enough, but I still need people in my life for support all the way. In turn, I need to be there for other people as well. Because it really isn't about you. It struck me that all these years I have been taking courses, reading books, and taking trips to better myself. But how can I be better all by myself? Where is self expression if it isn't expressed through others?  I thought I would share this with you because I think it is important to note this.

We as human beings did not make it as individuals. We survived through our communities. Every successful person can speak of other people that have helped them make their dreams realized.


So today, do at least one thing to help us as the human family  move a bit forward.


Helga






Monday, July 16, 2012

Breathless!

I still haven't received my prognosis yet. But it is now looking more like asthma. Heat and humidity may have been the trigger. Being the stubborn woman I am, I decided to do some cycle hill training in the dead heat. Low and behold, I was gasping for air. I was already having some breathless symptoms prior to this feat, but exercise seems to chase it away and open up my lungs. I got away with it for nearly twenty years. Thanks to training for races and for my years of strength exercises (which I still do love).

The difference is that ever since I ventured into my "new career", my exercise time has been lessened and my "asthma symptoms" started to creep back. So if you are noticing this yourselves, take heed. Slow down, reassess and give back the respect your body deserves. I have rested for a week and a half. I noticed when I was active, my symptoms lessened, but they did not go away. I am continuing to be active, but now I know that I have to take some precautions like extreme weather temperatures. 

I will be going to an asthma clinic and will be doing a Pulmonary Function Test. The test is the same one they did with  my father who was diagnosed with COPD (though was never a smoker, so we think it was due to years of being a steel worker and inhaling steel filings). He had a hard time putting that breath out and his results were not good. So now it is my turn. My doctor says that my lungs sound fine. I am going to bet it that it is asthma. 

 According to the Paleo folks, grains, sugar, and legumes are culprits to the body's super sensitivity to allergens. Asthma is caused by the narrowing of the bronchial tubes due to some allergen trigger. I have to admit that I am not 100% paleo. I am about 70%-80% on most days. I even bought a Paleo cookbook to help my paleoness. But I will creep in that sugar or that grain based carb now and then because I love it. It's a relationship that is bad for me. But if you knew my past dating record, I held long to bad even though "bad" was not good for me. Until I got tired of the pattern. Which is "key".  I have to be tired enough of this breathless pattern which only became a problem recently. Then again, this could all be about the weather. And we all know, that changes too!

Until next time, 


Helga 


P.S.  I just found a blog about a man who cured his asthma with the paleo diet. His asthma symptoms were exactly the ones I have been experiencing. Amazing stuff!


JD Moyer: How I Cured My Asthma With One Simple Diet Change





Wednesday, July 11, 2012

God, Religion, and Atheism. A hybrid speaks.

I have always been squeamish about tackling this topic. It is one of my passions. I love talking about religion and religious beliefs. I am fascinated by the different approaches and the remarkable similarities that they share. If we shaved off all the other rules, everyone is really on the same page. But these little technicalities or little cultural spins divides us and there have been high costs as result. Massacres, displacement, and persecution.  I was raised as a Catholic whose parents are devout. I also was born with an analytic mind that has a love for science. I also have travelled, met, and became friends with people of different faiths. I refuse to believe that anyone is condemned eternally simply because they are not wearing the right shirt or were not born in the right faith. It seems ridiculous. I can never be an atheist though. To say that everything is how we see it in front of us still isn't viable for me. There is a magic that exists in life that science can not measure. So I guess I am a hybrid? Agnostic? The labels are overwhelming. I get the feeling that us humans are more caught up with these labels and rules than God is. How else do we bring order or meaning into our small little world?

One of my biggest beefs with religion is the  "My God is better than Your God" attitude. I love the fact that people have found their spiritual communities. I think this is very important. I love the sense of love and harmony that result of these gatherings. However, I do not like how the "other" is treated or viewed.  There is this need to be "right" and disregard the other.  There are so many different living species that live on the earth and no snowflake is the same. So why aim for sameness? Why not celebrate these differences? Why not be okay with it?  One answer could be is that we are "too high on ourselves". We are egoistic. We are too busy upholding what we believe is right that we often lose sight of the whole point of having spiritual communities. I attended  a non-denominational church and was attending their orientation session. They showed us a map of all the nations that were not Christian. So I asked the pastor, "Is it not enough that they believe in God?" The pastor answered that it was our duty as Christians to convert. Which I can see that from the early church where the disciples were spreading the "Good news of Christ" throughout Europe and the Mediterranean.  My problem with this is that right away this church is saying it is their job to conquer the other religions because their religions are wrong. We must "assimilate". Sounds like the Borg, if you ask me. "You must assimilate. Resistance is futile".  I have lived in Japan with Buddhists and I have been friends with Muslims. How dare does one religion dictate how the rest of the world should celebrate God?  They dismiss the cultural beauty that is often intermingled with their religion. I think God purposely did not make all flowers red or blue. There is beauty in differences. Some we all may not agree with. I know! I think because of that experience, I have been turned off from ever enlisting with a church. I just haven't found a fit yet. There has been some close calls like Agape International. But they are in LA and too far away.

As far as atheism is concerned, I completely get why people become atheists. They are either turned off by the hard rules of certain faiths  or they base their belief systems on empirical data and  turn to science which has explained many phenomena that we use to attribute to the cosmos. I have many friends who are Atheists. The beauty is that we respect each other's views and we can talk about it without getting emotional over it.(I can also speak the same for my religious friends who respect where I am at).  I had a grade 11 student who declared that he was an atheist. We talked about it and I explained to him where I was on the spectrum, but that I wouldn't condemn him for being one. I said it was perfectly okay. Ironically, he was on a mission to convert others to atheism. I told him blatantly that faith cannot be disapproved empirically. It is a state of being. People put a lot of themselves into faith. No amount of data or case studies will move a person with a strong belief system unless they make that assertion themselves. Again, nothing to do with who is right or wrong. It is what it is. The reason why I am not an atheist is because spirituality is not something I cannot turn off. 

Spirituality is a part of who I am. I felt just as comfortable in a Buddhist temple as I do camping in a remote natural site. It is what brings me peace.  Why should I deny this because it is not popular?

I bet I am not the only hybrid out there.

Helga

P.S. I found this blog where a man resolved his asthma with the paleo diet. His symptoms are exactly what I am experiencing. I have been prescribed a steriod to clear my lungs and it is working, but I do not want to dependent on it nor do I want to go through the side effects.  Have a read!

JD Moyer: How I Cured My Asthma


Sunday, July 8, 2012

Breathe

Meet my Inhaler
I am at home now recovering from "asthmatic" symptoms. I haven't been diagnosed with asthma from the walk in clinic nearby. I was given two puffers. One in case of emergency or before exercise. The other is a steroid to take "regularly". I looked it up on the internet and it is meant for the rest of my life.  I have had this mysterious breathing difficulty pass in and out of my life since childhood. I get an episode of not being able to breathe and then it would go away. It was non-existent for good twenty years, but lately it has been slowly creeping into my life. It is quite scary to not be able to do something that you are suppose to do involuntarily. I remember getting frustrated with my dad about his condition. Thinking that if he had a positive attitude, he would overcome his illness. Nothing knocks you down to size like the inability to function with your body. With every breath I am now taking is now done with a greater appreciation. Often, yes, we take these fine things for granted: our health, our loved ones, and our whole well being.

 I haven't been able to sleep these past two nights. Finally, my older sister gave me a kick in the butt and told me to go the walk in clinic to at least get a puffer. She said, I could stop breathing in the night.  So I begrudgingly took her advice and went. I dislike hospitals and I dislike the sterile setting of a medical clinic. I associated it with death, deterioration, and illness. As a little girl, my parents would take us to hospital to see dying relatives. Hence that deep association still rests with me. Both of my parents took countless amount of drugs for blood pressure, cholesterol, and for bone. It was just ridiculous to me. I swore that I would not move in that direction. When I am 80 years, I want to ride a motorbike. I want to do it drug free. 

So in the next span of 40 years, I am going to learn how to breathe. No puffers. Just me and my powerful reason to live my life. 


Helga 

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Selfless Love: When Sacrifice can be Bloody

If you had met me ten years ago, I would have told you that what I placed above everything was to have that perfect soul mate. My personal Jesus who would save me from everything only because I would be loved unconditionally. It took me a few years to discover that you never ever measure your worth according to the action of others. You have to be your own saviour.  There is a lot of literature that gear towards: "Love thy self so that you can love and have others return that love to you".  But this is not what my post is going to be about.  Love does not stop at romantic connections , nor  it shouldn't. I want to talk about the invisible lines that we have drawn in relationships with others. I was brought up to believe the pinnacle of love is selfless love. I found through my own role model and through  my own practice of this idea, there were damaging effects on our self esteem. So where are the limits? Or are there any?

My father passed away seven months ago with lung failure. He was my model for selfless love. He put himself aside for his parents, siblings, and for us. But it cost him. People took advantage of his kindness to the degree that they would cross lines and he would not defend himself. He carried that with him. I would hear him talking to himself and I think he was reliving those events in his head to somehow correct those situations. His father never acknowledged him and told him that he did "crap" for the family when meanwhile, my grandfather quit his job because my father would send all his money that he scrounged up in Canada, which was very little, to support him back in Portugal. His selfless love for his parents and siblings was destructive.  His example shows that one has to have healthy self love in order to maintain healthy balanced relationships.  My father lucked out with his daughters who never troubled him and showed him how much he was worth. I do not know if that taught him about his worth, but he left this world knowing that his presence was meaningful in our lives.

When I was four years old, I got a Christmas gift of barbie clothes for my doll. I took it to kindergarten and another girl asked if she could borrow them for her doll.  So I exchanged it with her because I wanted to be selfless and nice. I got into trouble by mother over it. I asked for the clothes back and she never gave it back to me. I was being selflless in that moment by sharing and as a four year old, I felt cheated. For years, I asked for them back in grade school and she told me that she gave them to her niece. I felt cheated and berated "myself" for being so trusting. I was the worthless one in that exchange. I did it because I was taught that you were suppose to take the clothes off your back to give to someone else.  I had every right to say no and be selfish. I also had every right to demand them back, but I didn't. I didn't because I felt that I deserved to be cheated out of my gift because of my poor four year old judgement. Perhaps this is not a good example of selflessness in relationships, but it is clear to me that when you become a doormat, people will take full advantage of you because of your own desire for them to love you back. Just like certain animals can smell fear, people can smell low self esteem. And that alone stems from the "lack of self love".

Here are the demarcation points that I have discovered. Selfless does not mean being less of self, but to step out of one's self to help the other.  It may be not be true to your experiences, but has been with mine. You are worth defending yourself. You must set boundaries with people. Stand your ground, but be respectful to others in your relationships. You must respect yourself FIRST (not in an egotistically way, but in a loving accepting way) before others return that respect. Now here is the spin. Empathy is important. "Walk a mile in someone else's shoes." But the shoes are not yours and they are not about you. Empathy is a good tool, but it is not meant for blood self sacrifice. It is a tool that brings peace to people by creating harmony and understanding of the other. The whole idea of selflessness is to understand the "other" and to exercise compassion for the other. In that vein, you step out of yourself for a moment to be that higher love. Higher love does not mean destroying your own healthy self esteem. It is a balance and yes, sometimes, lines have to be drawn. Sometimes, we have to say "no" to our loved ones for the sake of that delicate balance.

In Self-full Love,


Helga





Sunday, June 17, 2012

Food Bytes!

As I have mentioned many times before in my past blogs, I have battled with my weight for most of my life. I have never been "thin" by societal standards.  I have gained weight in periods of stress or some challenge that  I subconsciously did not want to deal with. Food has been my saviour since I was a baby. Especially the sweet stuff!  When I was toddler, I was always rewarded with sweets from my parents' friends and neighbours. When I was about four years old, I ate a whole bottle of children's aspirin because I thought it was candy. The doctor said I would be fine because I was a strong girl. Maybe he meant that I was fat girl and that my weight in that instance had saved me.  Anyway, so on a physiological level, there is a positive association with food that goes beyond survival needs.

I have also been on a lot of diets for many years. So my body has gone through the calorie deficits, the overexercising, the vomiting, and the binging for nearly three decades. I wasn't conscious about the need to diet probably until I was in my teens.  I was once told by an ex that I must be eating cakes all day because he thought I should be weighing less with all my exercising. As much as those words were hurtful, he had a point. I was overexercising, but the body did not transform. The paleo folks would say the reason why I gain weight is because I have too much carbs or processed sugars still in my diet. Other health enthusiasts would say is because I eat too much. The gluten free people would say it is gluten. The whole foods people would say it is too much processed food. I am actually very careful with my diet. For many years, I ate low fat mostly and lots of vegetables. I never overdone too much except the occasional binge.

I am reading now Gary Taubes' book "Why do we get fat?".  He has made some interesting points that there is growing obesity amongst poorer populations which may tie back to low food quality. I noticed this when I assisted at an art show at our school. I looked in to the audience and I was astounded by how many overweight people there were. I also know that this population is a low income population and work their butts off to earn that money. Most of them are not white collar workers and do physical labour and work long hours. So ideally they should be skinny people. The work conditions have not changed, but the access to better nutrition has become more out of reach since good food is far more expensive. That part, I fully understand and I am amazed by seeing this connection. However, I do not work in the same conditions as these folks and I live fairly comfortably. I stay away from fast food and mostly processed foods. So why am I not a size 2?

 My only schtick that I have with all the nutrition enthusiasts is that I represent the population that does not use food as  fuel. All our basic needs are met. Food is actually something else. I have discovered that unless I do not snap the root of my food addiction relationship, no diet of any form will matter. I will overeat eventually. I will also pick sugary foods eventually. It happens when I am not even aware of it. I am hard wired for it. It happens when I am stressed, overwhelmed with work, bored, lonely,angry and sad. It is a saviour in times of uneasiness and discomfort. It goes back to infancy! What I am trying to say  is that having a clean diet is not the issue for me nor is exercise. There is a much more underlying layer that I don't think has been publicly addressed well.

Solution?  I think it is finding a way to get to the root of this problem. One solution presented to me was   replace it with something else. At one point, I considered smoking since it would satisfy the addiction at some level. But again, not good for my body.  I don't know yet, but when I will find it, I will let you know. I am just going to be happy with my body. Eat when I am hungry and never ever deprive myself again for the sake of fitting in!

Until next time,

Helga


Monday, June 11, 2012

Newton's Third Law: With every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction

A funny thing happened since my last post.  I had someone with a particular label follow me on twitter (see my last post). The same thing happened to me before when I tweeted about MLMs and my beef about them. My guesstimate is that I was being followed because I may pose as a challenge and will be an excellent convert or they are waiting to see what slander I may splash on the walls.  But, hey at least I am getting some response.

The only thing that may irk me about it is that to me it "says" censorship. Just because I do not share someone's views and may oppose them, does not mean that I do not have the same and equal right to express myself. Can we agree to disagree???

 Nope.

That's okay. Thanks for reading anyways and let's move on!








Sunday, June 10, 2012

Self Help and Motivational Seminars: Who are they motivating?

I would be a huge hypocrite if I told you that I never attended personal growth seminars, never read a multitude of self help books, and never spent thousands of dollars trying to fix myself. We are an era of "self aware", but at the same token, it sometimes feels like "the big me". What's wrong with me? What are my issues? How I have been conditioned? What are my hopes and dreams? What about me? Why have I been so unhappy with me life? Me or I, me or I, me or I?  I am at a space where I keep hearing about people talking about what's wrong with themselves and that the people in their lives should take the same courses and read the same material. It feels like an old record that keeps playing unskipped. Why don't we just change the record?

I want to tell everyone that there is nothing wrong with them. To leave the people in their lives "be" and not try to preach their new found religion of self. Our world seems pretty upside down, but are we really willing to risk our comfy lives and lay them on the line to attack these global and social problems? The honest answer is no. So what makes "self petting" a solution to making the world a better place? I am sorry, I don't buy it. Not one last dollar of it!

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Voca loca?

Thinker Writer Pose
I decided to experiment with another blog. I have the one blog called diary of a woman's paleo journey which is about switching to a paleo diet and to see if it all indeed another diet hype. I am still working on that.  I want to blog beyond diet. I have had a lot of mini epiphanies that I just want to express and share. Some of those thoughts should be genuinely expressed. I am not here to please anyone. I am here to explore this era that we are in called the information age. Living in it has had its benefits and shortfalls. I am finding that right now I am in  a midst of noise. A whole lot of noise.

I get bombarded with noise about self help. I get rained down on noise about making more money and becoming more successful in all facets of my life. I hear noise about people who really see what the problem is about our society and have the answers. I am bamboozled by stories and mountain of stories about the upcoming end of time. Environmental problems created by HUMANS.  Social problems created by  HUMANS. Aliens watching us in interest? Are we really that interesting? Wow, what an egoistic bunch we are.
And the list goes on and on.

I do not present solutions here. I do not have all the answers. I just want to show you what I see and hear what I experience. Then you can decide if I am spouting out crap or if what I express may some weight. Maybe it may inspire you to create your own new ideas and views. And maybe put them into action for the common good?

Voca loca to me means crazy voice. If you are in linguistics, it may mean something completely different like crazy vocation. But it is all sematics. It is a catchy phrase and I like it!

Welcome to my first post on this blog.

Let's see what my thought bugs can create

Yours in blogness,


Helga