*the road in texas that showed me freedom is more than an ideal*
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Pensive
It's been a year and a half since I last wrote in this blog. I locked it sometime around taking a "permanent" job and signing a lease in Rochester. Locked it up, put it away, forgot about it.
Until this week when I saw it on my homepage beneath the blog I've been using to document sporadic portions of my life since graduating from college in December 2008. When I opened The Tao of K, I felt myself sit up straighter, hold my breath a little, and then sigh with relief as I realized how different my life is now, and how very much the same I am.
I'd like to say that I've made huge progress in my pursuit of overall health in the year and a half that has passed, but it wouldn't be true. I have taken some steps, but they've been slow and most likely unrecognizable by most. Most days I consider myself to be better than the person I was a year ago, but then every so often my insides get twisted and turned around and I become someone I recognize but don't know at all (it happened this weekend, otherwise I probably wouldn't bring it up). When this happens I am blasted with the realization that I am far from the inner-person I aspire to be.
I'd like to bring this blog back for the same reasons that I initially started it- as a tool to track my own progress in terms of relational, spiritual, emotional, mental and physical health. I'd like to share my experiences with whomever would like to be a part of them and hold myself accountable for checking in with the whole of myself regularly.
To start: this morning I had grand plans of a 14+ mile run. I woke with aching legs and pained head. My baby kitties sprawled on top of and beside me. I stayed in bed for another 45 minutes then slowly got up, made tea and eggs for myself (something I never do- a real breakfast at home?!) and breakfast moosh for eugene. I washed the dishes from last nights dinner slowly, then migrated to the couch where I watched eugene get ready through the rooms separating us.
Pensive. Today I am pensive.
Progress- I no longer force myself to run if my body tells me it doesn't want to.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Me thinks that the moment my legs begin to move, my thoughts begin to flow*
17 miles solo yesterday. the farthest i've ever run alone, the farthest i've run at all since that unforgettable run to the far side of Lake Drummond at the Great Dismal Swamp (Suffolk, VA) last October. it was a run for exploration, the run to drummond; a run because we knew there was a lake, and we knew we could find it, and we knew we would find it.
currently reading as much Capote as I can get my hands on (i cannot get enough of this man), "walking" by thoreau (read it once, reading it again, will be reading it again and again..): "In wildness is the preservation of the world", "Me thinks that the moment my legs begin to move, my thoughts begin to flow.."
and some of emerson's essays:
"The fallible index of true progress is found in the tone the man takes. Neither his age, nor his breeding, nor company, nor books, nor actions, nor talents, nor all together can hinder him from being deferential to a higher spirit than his own. If he have found his home in God, his manners, his forms of speech, the turn of his sentences, the build, shall I say, of all opinions, will involuntarily confess it, let him brave it out how he will. If he have found his center, the Deity will shine through him, through all the disguises of ignorance, of ungenial temperament, of unfavorable circumstance. The tone of seeking is one, the tone of having is another."
-Emerson, "The Over-Soul"
As I look at my dusty, cluttered book shelves, I realize I am rich, so much so that I cannot absorb such wealth all at once.
For today I must find my umbrella. It is time to walk.
(p.s. my face is full of freckles)
currently reading as much Capote as I can get my hands on (i cannot get enough of this man), "walking" by thoreau (read it once, reading it again, will be reading it again and again..): "In wildness is the preservation of the world", "Me thinks that the moment my legs begin to move, my thoughts begin to flow.."
and some of emerson's essays:
"The fallible index of true progress is found in the tone the man takes. Neither his age, nor his breeding, nor company, nor books, nor actions, nor talents, nor all together can hinder him from being deferential to a higher spirit than his own. If he have found his home in God, his manners, his forms of speech, the turn of his sentences, the build, shall I say, of all opinions, will involuntarily confess it, let him brave it out how he will. If he have found his center, the Deity will shine through him, through all the disguises of ignorance, of ungenial temperament, of unfavorable circumstance. The tone of seeking is one, the tone of having is another."
-Emerson, "The Over-Soul"
As I look at my dusty, cluttered book shelves, I realize I am rich, so much so that I cannot absorb such wealth all at once.
For today I must find my umbrella. It is time to walk.
(p.s. my face is full of freckles)
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Out
When the sun is out and the birds are out so too must I be out. Last night marked the first fire of the season, s'more of the season, outdoor use of the alpaca blanket of the season. The sky was clear! The air was fine. There were friends and stories, flames and whispers. My insides say that for the summer I rid the apartment of television. The cable will be gone as my roommate is moving home for the summer and I don't use it. I'll roll the television into another room. I'll open the blinds, that this place might always be known by the sun, and the windows, that I might learn the language of the birds. I want hiking poles for my 24th birthday and sunscreen. In two days I'll be 4K away from being debt free. And on this Sunday morning, waking with an aching body that knows a mid-length relaxation run is in order, drinking coffee and eating a banana taken from the jewish home, these are the things that remind me I am still very, very alive. It doesn't hurt that a week from today I'll awake in the mountains. With the birds, with the sun.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Raspberry
I pitched my tent in the backyard last weekend. Like an 8 year old boy I dragged my prized possessions haphazardly to my blue castle and tossed them in, rolling clumsily after them. I sat there rapped in my ripped-ripping patchwork quilt, exhausted. Gosh, I was so tired on Friday. After walking to the bank I could hardly keep my head up. Logical fix: pitch the tent.
With crisp sun-splashed air and not a trace of snow, it was the perfect day to introduce Raspberry to 2011. In the backyard.
Throughout the next couple days I read a few pages of capote, a few pages of works of love, wrote a little about the child of this new Spring, drank out of my clouding mason jar, listened to music from home, and to the birds mingle with traffic I could not see. For hours I did this.
Sunday morning I ran across frosted wet grass barefoot, pulled up the stakes, rolled the tent and the tarp into a heap and ran back inside, throwing them in the corner of the foyer. What had been my haven now sits in a puddle in a corner inside. It's not where it wants to be forever, but right now it's okay there, for as soon as the sun shines again and the sugar snow melts away, it's going back outside where it belongs.
Just like me.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
listening
[this is me not beating myself up for not updating this blog regularly, as I said I would]
My knee finally crumbled.
A week ago I felt the need to go, so I threw my running shoes in my car and started driving. I ended up at home. Home as in, hometown, home. Of course I knew this would happen, I just couldn't admit it to myself until I was pulling down the road to a beach on the opposite side of Lake Ontario, an hour from my parents house.
I fell asleep that night in the bed I'd slept in for years, fell asleep thinking why the heck did I just drive home?? The next morning I layed in bed thinking the same thing.
But I know why I drove home.
I drove home because just knowing there are heaps of mountains just a little over an hour away sets my soul at ease. I drove home because for some reason I can access Jesus there in a way I haven't been able to anywhere else. I drove home because something about running on those particular country roads lets me breathe easy, lets me relax.
I drove home because I needed the river, the woods, the big green couch, the perfectly brewed coffee, the cabinets and cabinets full of whole foods.
I ran 33 miles in 3 days, 58 for the week, and now my knee is crumbling.
Perhaps it's because when I added up my miles from the past six months I realized I ran 1256 miles in these shoes (that's a little more than the suggested 300). Maybe I gained a few pounds and my knee doesn't know how to handle it (its a joke). Or maybe just maybe my body wants a break. I don't want to give it one, but I think our bodies know more than we give them credit for.
Part of what I've been doing the last year or so is really listening to my body. Sometimes I'll jump up with a sudden need to eat something green. Strange? Maybe. Or maybe my body knows there's something in the green stuff that it wants. Sometimes I know I need to be in the sun, need to do yoga, need a glass of soy milk.
So when my knee aches, my body doesn't want to run anymore. If I'm going to honor it by letting it run when it aches to run, then I also must honor it by letting it rest when it wants to rest.
Dear Knee,
I'll let you rest. But please, please feel better soon. There are miles and miles we have not covered, millions of thoughts that still need to be sorted out. Don't fail me now.
xo
Kendra
My knee finally crumbled.
A week ago I felt the need to go, so I threw my running shoes in my car and started driving. I ended up at home. Home as in, hometown, home. Of course I knew this would happen, I just couldn't admit it to myself until I was pulling down the road to a beach on the opposite side of Lake Ontario, an hour from my parents house.
I fell asleep that night in the bed I'd slept in for years, fell asleep thinking why the heck did I just drive home?? The next morning I layed in bed thinking the same thing.
But I know why I drove home.
I drove home because just knowing there are heaps of mountains just a little over an hour away sets my soul at ease. I drove home because for some reason I can access Jesus there in a way I haven't been able to anywhere else. I drove home because something about running on those particular country roads lets me breathe easy, lets me relax.
I drove home because I needed the river, the woods, the big green couch, the perfectly brewed coffee, the cabinets and cabinets full of whole foods.
I ran 33 miles in 3 days, 58 for the week, and now my knee is crumbling.
Perhaps it's because when I added up my miles from the past six months I realized I ran 1256 miles in these shoes (that's a little more than the suggested 300). Maybe I gained a few pounds and my knee doesn't know how to handle it (its a joke). Or maybe just maybe my body wants a break. I don't want to give it one, but I think our bodies know more than we give them credit for.
Part of what I've been doing the last year or so is really listening to my body. Sometimes I'll jump up with a sudden need to eat something green. Strange? Maybe. Or maybe my body knows there's something in the green stuff that it wants. Sometimes I know I need to be in the sun, need to do yoga, need a glass of soy milk.
So when my knee aches, my body doesn't want to run anymore. If I'm going to honor it by letting it run when it aches to run, then I also must honor it by letting it rest when it wants to rest.
Dear Knee,
I'll let you rest. But please, please feel better soon. There are miles and miles we have not covered, millions of thoughts that still need to be sorted out. Don't fail me now.
xo
Kendra
Monday, February 21, 2011
rest
Yesterday I sat on my couch after running 7 miles in the 23degree weather. I ran because the sun and the birds were out and I wanted to be with them. I thought nothing of the run, only of tapping into that place inside of me that knows peace very well.
I sat on the couch because when I opened the blinds there was one section of sunlight, and that's where it rested. I lit some incense, brewed a pot of coffee, collected the four books I'm currently reading/wanting to read, and sat down in my most comfortable mens sweatpants.
It was the healthiest thing I did all week. For two hours I sat in silence, soaking up the intermingling and lingering smells of coffee and incense, the sun, the moment of being very still, very quiet, very alone, and very very warm. It was beautiful and it was right. Had I not had those hours my coming week would not have been the same. I really feel that way.
I need to do that more.
I sat on the couch because when I opened the blinds there was one section of sunlight, and that's where it rested. I lit some incense, brewed a pot of coffee, collected the four books I'm currently reading/wanting to read, and sat down in my most comfortable mens sweatpants.
It was the healthiest thing I did all week. For two hours I sat in silence, soaking up the intermingling and lingering smells of coffee and incense, the sun, the moment of being very still, very quiet, very alone, and very very warm. It was beautiful and it was right. Had I not had those hours my coming week would not have been the same. I really feel that way.
I need to do that more.
These are a few of my favorite things
I have a really messed up stomach. After being told I had extreme acid reflux by a doctor and put on some pills a few years back I decided not to go to get anymore consultations about my stomach issues. I don't like the idea of taking a pill for something that could be solved by small changes in my diet. Okay so maybe the changes have been kinda big, but I feel so much better it's absolutely worth it.
I also happen to be living off $10/week for groceries. Not nearly as rough as it sounds.
I've found some things I truly love. If dairy makes you all sorts of sick, acidic foods make your stomach tighten, high doses of sugar give you heartburn, and meat stops you up for days, and/or if you don't have tons of money but like to enjoy good, clean, healthy food, you might like some of thissss:
*Hot soy or almond milk with cocoa powder and local honey
The splurge here is the local honey. Soy and almond milk are more expensive than regular milk (about $2.75/1/2 gallon) but they're rich and I've found that adding a little water to thin them out doesn't hurt one bit. Store-bought honey doesn't come close to natural local honey. Honey local to where you live has been proven to prevent plant allergies, as the bees will be pollinating on the plants that would typically be causing the allergies. All in all, totally worth the money. And the market experience (where you'll probably have to go to find it) makes it that much better.
*Oat Groats
Use 1 1/2 cups groats to 6 1/2 cups water. Cook overnight in a slowcooker on LOW with blueberries, bananas, apples, cinnamon... a little brown sugar if you feel it's necessary (yeah, I ate 6 servings in two days)
Check a healthfood or bulk store. I get mine for $1.50 for a big bag in a bulk food store. They expand almost 4X when cooked so you're really getting a ton of food!
*RICE!
I laughed when my mom got me a rice cooker for Christmas. The truth? It's rocking my world. A ten pound bag of rice sure can last a long time. A little butter and garlic salt, maybe some PEANUT SAUCE (peanut butter, water, lemon juice, brown sugar, soy sauce and garlic simmered on low heat for about 10 minutes..ooo boyyy), perhaps a can of beans and you have yourself a nice little meal- easy on the stomach and MAD cheap!
*Hummus
I actually prefer to combine a can of canellini or kidney beans with a can of garbonzos. The can/kidneys give it a much smoother texture. In a food processor: process two large cloves of garlic, then add two cans of beans (rinsed and drained), a little olive oil, a little lemon juice, a pinch of salt, and process away!
*BEER BREAD
3 cups whole wheat flour, 4 1/2 tsp baking powder, 1 1/2 tsp salt, 3 Tbsp sugar (not necessary, but good), 1 12 oz can of beer. Mix it all together, pop in the oven at 350degrees for an hour. AMAZING.
And I have a granola recipe.. kinda.. it's kind of a secret. And deserving of its own post.
I'll think about it.
I also happen to be living off $10/week for groceries. Not nearly as rough as it sounds.
I've found some things I truly love. If dairy makes you all sorts of sick, acidic foods make your stomach tighten, high doses of sugar give you heartburn, and meat stops you up for days, and/or if you don't have tons of money but like to enjoy good, clean, healthy food, you might like some of thissss:
*Hot soy or almond milk with cocoa powder and local honey
The splurge here is the local honey. Soy and almond milk are more expensive than regular milk (about $2.75/1/2 gallon) but they're rich and I've found that adding a little water to thin them out doesn't hurt one bit. Store-bought honey doesn't come close to natural local honey. Honey local to where you live has been proven to prevent plant allergies, as the bees will be pollinating on the plants that would typically be causing the allergies. All in all, totally worth the money. And the market experience (where you'll probably have to go to find it) makes it that much better.
*Oat Groats
Use 1 1/2 cups groats to 6 1/2 cups water. Cook overnight in a slowcooker on LOW with blueberries, bananas, apples, cinnamon... a little brown sugar if you feel it's necessary (yeah, I ate 6 servings in two days)
Check a healthfood or bulk store. I get mine for $1.50 for a big bag in a bulk food store. They expand almost 4X when cooked so you're really getting a ton of food!
*RICE!
I laughed when my mom got me a rice cooker for Christmas. The truth? It's rocking my world. A ten pound bag of rice sure can last a long time. A little butter and garlic salt, maybe some PEANUT SAUCE (peanut butter, water, lemon juice, brown sugar, soy sauce and garlic simmered on low heat for about 10 minutes..ooo boyyy), perhaps a can of beans and you have yourself a nice little meal- easy on the stomach and MAD cheap!
*Hummus
I actually prefer to combine a can of canellini or kidney beans with a can of garbonzos. The can/kidneys give it a much smoother texture. In a food processor: process two large cloves of garlic, then add two cans of beans (rinsed and drained), a little olive oil, a little lemon juice, a pinch of salt, and process away!
*BEER BREAD
3 cups whole wheat flour, 4 1/2 tsp baking powder, 1 1/2 tsp salt, 3 Tbsp sugar (not necessary, but good), 1 12 oz can of beer. Mix it all together, pop in the oven at 350degrees for an hour. AMAZING.
And I have a granola recipe.. kinda.. it's kind of a secret. And deserving of its own post.
I'll think about it.
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