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Art Journaling with Kindred Spirits

As an introvert, it’s hard for me to socialize.  It’s gets overwhelming and I have to retreat.

Yesterday I had two very different social situations.

The first was a quick geocaching get-together for celebrate Canada Day and earn the Where’s Signal Canada badge.  It was a fairly large turnout. Not what I could consider a crowd though.  I haven’t kept up with the geocaching community, but there were a few people I recognized.  They either didn’t recognize me, didn’t notice me, or didn’t bother me with.  I spoke to a couple of unfamilar people and it was all very friendly.  However, I felt like an outsider, watching this group of people with an common interest interact.

I do that a lot.  Just watch other people’s interactions.

The second get together was a time to art journal with a group of lades, two I know from previous art journaling and online groups, while the other two I had just met.  It was a much smaller group.  At first, again I felt a bit like an outsider, as the other 4 knew each other and had broken off into their own conversations, but soon we were all chatting, laughing, sharing stories and responding “OMG I feel that same way!”  The 2 1/2 hours we ‘hung out’ went by so quickly.    I think this is going to become a monthly thing, at least I hope it is!

I haven’t worked in an art journal in so long.  I’ve concentrated on painting and sketching (when I do get around to my little art nook) but there’s something free about journaling.  Much like a visual sketchbook, I don’t have to share  what I do.  I can have a public and private journal.   I can collage, sketch, paint, scribble, write words, glue found text.   It’s a way to dump everything out of my head, and I’ve been away from it far too long.

I have online art friends who I adore, but nothing takes the place of real people in your life.  I forgotten how special that feels.

Namaste.

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Honest Review: The Dirt Toothpowder

The opinion expressed in my reviews are my own.  I purchased The Dirt Toothpower with my own funds and I am not being compensated in any way.

I don’t recall where I first saw an ad for The Dirth toothpower but I’m alway keen to try natural products.  I purchased a 3 month jar on Amazon, and while it’s a bit pricey for the amount received, I didn’t feel bad about ‘wasting’ money since it’s a product that will be used and not purchased and left sitting in a drawer for months afterwards.   The 3 month jar was $19.99.

Figuring 3 month is roughly 90 days and if brushing twice a day,  it comes out to .11c per brush for a whooping .22c a day.   Still more expensive that a tube of Colgate from Target, but hey, it’s all natural.

First Impression:  My first brush with The Dirt, I wasn’t surprised it didn’t foam up but I was surprised that my mouth was nice and brown.  The flavor was interesting.  It’s very cinnamon’y, which I’m not a fan of, but it’s not horrible.  It’s evened out by the myrrh and cardamon.  I love cardamon!  The flavor reminds me of the mukhwas after an Indian meal.

After a Week:  I can’t really tell that my teeth are any whiter having used this product exclusively for a week.  My teeth do feel more polished, but I can get that same experience using baking soda with my regular toothpaste.

Final Thoughts:  I would continue to use The Dirt, but in conjunction with my regular toothpaste.    I do love the taste but the price prevents me from using this exclusively.

 


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Going back to church

Funny – I thought I had a draft saved but now I can’t find it.

Sunday I went back to church.  I decided to join the 9:30 Spiritual Enrichment class on the Old Testament.   I guess it’s safe to say I grew up in a Pentecostal church (the church I’d go to when I stayed with my grandma during the summers), so I was taught the Bible is literal.  Even the church I went to with a high school sweetie was more literal that metaphorical.  The church I’m attending now is metaphysical and looks at the Bible completely differently.  It’s fascinating, but I feel like I’m trying to learn another language.

I spent at least 10 mins deciding what Bible to take, if I was going to take one at all.  In the churches of my youth, it was almost mandatory to bring a bible.  It would be referenced during sermons, and of course in ‘Sunday School’.   I have a Green Bible, I think I picked it up at Half Price Books. I thought it was interesting as it has an environmental slant.  Then I have the Lamsa translation monstrous Bible I bought when I was going through Foundations in a Science of Mind church.   The bible was barely touched and the spine isn’t even cracked.

Turns out my 10 minute deliberation was pointless, as there were handouts with the readings and the metaphysical meanings & discussion points.

It was very interesting and it was the 2nd week of the class so I don’t feel like I’m trying to play catch up.

The service also had one of those “this is a sign” moments.  Ever since I was a child, I’ve been curious about Lot’s wife’s name.   When I asked at the Pentecostal church “Children’s Church” I was told it didn’t matter because she disobeyed God, no more questions asked.  My mom placated me by telling me when I die and go to Heaven, I can ask for myself.

But during service on Sunday, the Reverend mentioned the story of Lot’s Wife turning into a pillar of salt.   I’ll take it as a sign to keep going and giving this a try.


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What I’ve Been Thinking about… 5/20/17

It’s back to my old habit of forgetting about posting anything on here.   Lately I’ve been thinking about death and funerals.

My aunt passed away earlier this month after being diagnosed with cancer.  My husband and I went to her memorial service.  I think it was a good service for my cousin and uncle, to bring them closure and comfort.  It wasn’t my cup of tea though.  It wasn’t bad, but I’m not your typical Conservative Oklahoma Christian.   I find Spirit in all things, and while Jesus is a super cool guy and has been a part of my fantasy bowling team for the last 25 years, I can’t buy into the whole personal Lord and Saviour thing.   I also love Ganesha, Kali, Thor, Cernunnos, and Bridget.  Anubis, Bast, Anansi, Coyote, Athena, and Grandmother Spider.

To me, Spirit is like ice cream.  There’s so many different flavors, I can’t only eat one for the rest of my life, claiming the others are wrong or inferior.   Some days I may want vanilla, which would be better in a root beer float than something like pistachio. Another time I may want mint chocolate chip.  Or gelato.  Or sherbet.   But it’s all a delicious frozen treat, regardless of recipe or flavor.

I started thinking about when I die, what would my memorial service be like?  My other cousin commented on the same thing while we were in the service.  I don’t go to a particular church, although I have church hopped for years trying to find a comfortable spot to land.  I’m judgemental though, a known fault, and I would eventually decide the place wasn’t for me and move on.  I would like to find someone who knows ME to do my service, someone who isn’t going to shove Jesus down the mourner’s throats.

Tomorrow I’m going back to a church I tried a few years back.  I kind of remember why I left, and again, it’s relates back to me being judgemental of others.  I’ll stay open and ask Spirit to change me into one who looks over the minor faults of others.

Namaste.