Ciorba de Perisoare

Azi, am facut ciorba acra cu perisoare de carne. In faza prepararii, la inceput, cind taiem legumele, am fost temptata sa pun o cantitate mai mare de telina, pur si simplu ca taia-sem mai mult. Si am auzit Duhul Sfint vorbind usor.

“Pentru ca ti-e usor, asta nu inseamna ca e idee buna. Daca vrei mai multe legume sa umplii oala, taie mai mult si din celelalte feluri. Oala asta e ca viata omului, sa faci o ciorba buna trebuie sa pui, in cantitati aparte, anumite ingrediente. Daca urmezi reteta, iese ceva bun si hranitor, sanatos, gustos si care mingie atit stomacul cit si sufletul, atit al tau cit si celor din jur, daca imparti. Dar daca te grabesti sa o umplii fara sa bagi deseama ce bagi in oala, oala va fii plina, dar ce va iesi la sfirsit nu va avea gust bun, nu te vei putea hrani nici tu si nici cei din jur, cu ea.” Am zimbit, i-am multumit si am urmat reteta. Ce a iesit, e foarte bun si hranitor, producand o stare de multumire celor ce au manincat.

M-am gindit sa impart cu voi acest moment mic dar important. Duhul lui Dumnezeu vorbeste cu mine in bucatarie mult sau in pat, cind nu ma simt bine. Imi tine de urit si stam la palavre mai tot timpul. Nu am fost niciodata o persoana care sa stea pe genunchi la rugaciune ore. De fapt, cam atipeam dupa doua minute. Dar am gasit modalitatea de a vorbi cu el zilnic, ca si cum ar fi cel mai bun frate sau sora, si palavragim tot timpul cind de una cind de alta. Sint momente cind mi se pare ca palavrajesc de una singura, dar imi pun nadejdea in faptul ca ceva se intimpla, chiar daca nu inteleg eu pe deplin. Sau, cealalta varianta, am ajuns la nebunie si vorbesc de una singura, fapt care, dupa ceva timp de meditatie, nu ma deranjeaza de fel;)

Amu, cu stomacul plin de ciorba de perisoare si poate o latura de nebunie (mai stii?),eu va doresc o noapte buna sau spor la treaba si ne mai auzim curind.

P.S Nu m-as supara daca v-ati ruga pentru Chet, are dureri de cap de ieri, dar macar stomacul e plin de ciorba de perisoare:)

What?

I just saw the photo with Kathy Griffin holding a bloody and decapitated replica head of President Donald Trump!!!!! That is way out of line, lady! You took it too far. I used to see those type of images from terorists back in the Middle East, with captured, then decapitated America soldiers or reporters. But an American doing this to another American? Has she swollen stupid pills coated with imbecility?

Way out of line, lady! Way out of line! And here’s my two cents.

God Bless even the imbeciles, but that does not mean there are no consequences for their actions.

Actually, that is a pretty traumatizing image. And lacks… so many things I won’t even start addressing them.

Good night

La Revedere

Sa zici ‘La revedere’ este un lucru greu si usor, depinde de natura circumstantei. Dar inainte de a incepe, va pot zice ca musafirii (alergia de piece), si-au impachetat catrafusele si au plecat de buna voie, lucru mult apreciat. Acest ‘La Revedere’, nu a fost greu de fel, precum va pute-ti imagina:)

Amu, toti sintem plini de nevoia de a ne lua ramas bun, fie ca vrem sau nu, de anumite persoane sau circumstante. De obicei, dupa ce stam la taifas cu Bunul Dumnezeu ceva amar de timp, descoperim de la cine trebuie sa ne luam ramas bun; fie rautate, fie suparare, fie invinovatire, fie ura, fie deznadejde, fie boala, si lista-i tare lunga asa ca ma voi opri aici. Nu-i nevoie sa ne ascundem dupa deget, fiecare din noi avem nevoie de o despatire-doua si de o usurare sufleteasca macar o data pe saptamina, daca nu zilnic. Amu, eu cam vreu sa-mi iau ramas bun de la deceptie, manipulare si boala asta, ca nu-ar strica de fel.

Deceptia unui om care se numeste Crestin dar traieste un exemplu de viata mai inegrit decit cei care nu cred in Dumnezeu.

Manipularea facuta ‘in numele lui Isus si a lui Dumenzeu’ care nu-i de fel in linie cu caracterul Bunului Dumnezeu, dar mai degraba se aseamana cu traditiile, si ura unui om plin de intuneric.

Si boala… mai trebuie sa explic de ce?๐Ÿ˜‚

La revedere Deceptie, Manipulare si Boala. Inchide-ti usa dupa ce iesi-ti afara si sa nu va mai intoarce-ti veci.

Amu am sa fluer un cintec de la Bunul Dumnezeu sa spal locul care a fost ocupat recent de atita risipa si-l voi umple iara, dar de data asta cu zimbetul si bunatatea Bunului Dumnezeu.

Va doresc spor la treaba luandu-va la radul vostru ramas bun de la anumite vechituri, si mai vorbim sper cit mai des. Mi-e dor de voi, toti, dar intr-o zi vom sta la taifas, cu sigur.

Doamne multami de toate:)

What will be, will be

The Devil has been busy lately. If fact, he’s been working overtime and in my opinion he’s overdue for a vacation- a non-paid vacation. His benefits should suffer a bit as well, and a period- non-specific period- of time-off. Better yet, he’s fired! I’m sure most of us will benefit from that and for once, in his miserable existence, he should roam the streets, homeless and confused, dazed and ignored, loveless.

I’ve woken up yesterday covered in spots, not the beauty spots type, the other kind. The type usually followed with a gasp and a ‘what the heck?’. Or, in my case: What now? These spots came with a healthy dose of fierce and angry inflammation and a whole lot of itching. It began purchasing more and more property on my body like a greedy investor in pursuit for a grand return. The Zoom Care across the street diagnosed it as an allergic reaction. To what exactly? Well that was just too much to expect from them. I needed to settle -preferably with a smile on my face- for a lame excuse with an even lamer remedy. So I did. ‘Take Claritin.’ (It’s the answer to all your problems.) Come back if it does not go away. Why? Next time are you magically going to know what’s wrong with me? Is this a game? How many times do you want to see a doctor and hear the lamest diagnoses that comes with it’s own lame remedy?

I left with the usual disappointment I expected to get, yet, when it actually happened I felt worse than expected.

The IV treatment went as expected. The naturopath was surprised by the large rash and we went down the possible causes: diet? Nope. Medicine? Nope. Cleaning products? Nope. Sun? Hmm… that’s a new one. Pollen? Another new one. Grief? Hmmm…possible. A homeopathic medicine promised to re-settle my system. We’ll see.

The best part was Chet’s response, who was getting a cold-sore.

‘I see how it is, you saw me get a cold-sore so you had to “one up me”.

‘Yep, you got it.’ ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

So even though the Devil does not seem to like vacations (one look at the news to see the evidence of that), we can still ‘one up him’ with lots of humor in the midsts of our troubles.

God Bless.

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Ce-o fi o fi

Azi am chef sa scriu in limba Romana, lucru rar, dar placut.

Iaca, ieri m-am trezit si o buna parte din corpul meu era ocupat de oaspeti nedoriti. Mincarimea era o latura neplacuta si, binenteles, nedorita. Am mers la clinica de peste drum. Diagnostic? Reactie alergica. La ce? Nu se stie. Probabil sint alergica la prostia omeneasca ca in ultimul timp am avut o doza prea mare in viata de zi cu zi de la citeva (una in particular) persoane :))))) Dupa medicamente de anti-histamine sa ameliorat un pic situatia, oaspetii sau mai calmat ca erau deja prea inflamati si infuriati, dar seara din nou au dat navala, sa mai povesteasca si ei cum e cu mincarimea si cu alergiile si cit de fain ii sta la Carmen cind se scarpina:) La perfuzie, tot ieri, doctorita naturalistica a ramas mirata, si mi-a zis poate de la soare, pollen in aer sau suparare sufleteasca.

Amu, suparare sufleteasca a tot fost in ultima perioada, ca Dracu nu doarme, si in ultimul timp a cam facut ore suplimentare;) Cred ca o iesit iara la vinatoare si si-o pus tinta pe familia noastra si o zis: pai eu trag si ce-o fi o fi. Si el o tras si noi am zis:

“Doamne iarta-i.” A trebuit sa repetam asta cam de 70 de ori pe zi, dar te mai uiti? Amu numai asa mai raminem si noi cu mintea intreaga, sufletul linistit si cu Domnul impacati:) Dar de la o vreme incepi sa te intrebi: Dracule, dar de o pauza tu nu ai auzit? Mai fa una, mai lungeste-te si trage un pui de somn ca ar mai vrea lumea sa se mai hodineasca. Dar nu ai cu cine… ca el tot da, noi tot ne ocolim si iertam, pina la un moment dat cind punem palma sus si zicem: Atit. Si frumos, frumusel ne intoarcem roata in prejur, ignorindul complet dar fluierind o cintare Dumnezeiasca. Cind ne dam seama ca nu mai are putere asupra noastra, ne stapineste pacea Dumnezeiasca si iaca mergem la brat cu Bunul Dumnezeu vorbind de ale noastre.

Si cam asa stau lucrurili pi la noi, dar nu va face-ti voi necaz, chiar di loc, ca amu noi stam toti la taifas cu Bunul Dumnezeu si el ni sfatuiesti ce vom faci de-acum inainti.

Cit despre musafirii mei nedoriti, le mai dau o zi si daca nu pleaca di buna voie le fac papucii print-o noua vizita la doctor si un nou medicament (sper nu steroizi cum mi-au zis ca v

or face daca nu merge anti-histamina). Si uiti asa mergi viata mai diparte si cu buni si cu cele coapti rau di tat.

Bunul Dumnezeu cu noi toti:)

 

The Power of Peace

My upbringing lacked peace just like a garden lacks water during a drought- a mercilessly long drought. The peace I lacked was foreign to me- a notion I read about it now and then or heard of it from people’s mouths- and would remain foreign for years to come.

What is peace? I’ve asked myself often but never seemed to quite understand the answer. Soon I gathered, I wasn’t alone in my search. We all want peace. Very few find it. What is it? Where do we get it? Why do we feel it’s necessary to our wellbeing?

I found out, when one’s mind is clouded with many uncertainties, one can’t recognize peace. Peace is the opposite of fear, just as love is the opposite of hate, yet hate, has it’s roots planted in fear. We fear ourselves more than anyone else. We fear our vulnerabilities, our weakness, our worth, our lack of endurance, our inability to react properly according to the situation etc, and those fears chase the peace out of our hearts and minds quicker than a store owner chases a thief out. We fear far too much with far too little evidence to do so. Also, there’s a neurological mystery here as well, knowledge newly discovered but not entirely understood and highly rejected by the western medicine. I’m writing a book, a Part Two, so-to-speak, where I’ll go in greater details to what God’s shown me during my prolonged time of frail health regarding the connection between our thought and our health overall.

Peace is void of fear. Good luck with that, right? Void of fear begins with forgiveness-a continual and exhaustingly satisfying process- a necessity of life. The power of peace begins with the willingness to forgive. And the need to do it. Period. No buts, ifs or whys.

Above it all, we fear death. And there’s nothing we can do about it, yet we still fear, cutting our life span shorter and, inevitably, meeting the faze we fear so much that much sooner-death.

Forgive everyone and start with yourself, than go live life well, enjoy it’s blessings and don’t hurt others. Choose life; it’s something God advised us to do. Just choose. And be thankful:) In all of this you’ll begin to find peace, but the moment you decide you’re more ย important than the human next to you- a fear of self-worth reaction- you’ll lose it. There’s more to say yet, not much more for those who see it.

God Bless:)

Swab sample under the microscope (gum infection)

For all the mothers- or parents- out there that can’t get your kids to brush their teeth, this may help, or this could simply gross them out yet scare them into action. The video is a sample swab-view under the microscope- of active gum infection. A high risk sample. 4/25/2017

I’ve added this simply because I can’t add it in the, Home page, where all the medical details of my whole healing process are listed. Lots of flossing and rinsing with water and baking soda to bring a normal PH level in my mouth. Also oxygenated Olive Oil paste, a PH balanced tooth paste with baking soda and a oral irrigator are part of the treatment. I do have fun killing them all. My gums are no longer bleeding and the pain has reduced by half. Happy brushing and God Bless.

Because I’m chatty today:)

I don’t like dogs. Not really. Some dogs, have a pleasant -even cute- exterior appearance with great personalities. Others, quite the opposite. They possess an ugly face and an even uglier personality. Despite what their owners say.

So it may come as a surprise -both to you and I- to tell you that I have a dog. Rocky, is a mix of Jack Russell and chihuahua (someone had a twisted idea there), but he may as well be a mix of trouble and stubbornness. Shockingly, I like him. Some days, at least. The trouble-maker part within him is both endearing to me (yeh, we all have issues) and obnoxious. Among many things (he enjoys licking his testicles and other dog’s urine, smelling other dog’s buts, eating vomit, going through the trash, ripping toilet paper just because, looking you in the eye and going for the very thing he’s not suppose to do, etc), one thing in particular I don’t get; the trouble he goes to to find the absolute nicest spot of the lushest lawn, only to deficate on it. As if to say ‘here’s what I think of all your hard work’.

Well, today I’m chatty.

Coming from another IV (back on weekly IV treatments due to the dental necessary that began last month), where I had the privilege to be poked three times, before victory was silently celebrated within my soul. I have been high on fever the past four weeks or so, a fact easily ignored these days by me. I’m making new friends (not intentionally), but it seems a camaraderie must be built once one’s hooked to a needle and a tube full of medicine. So I join in, somedays half heartedly, other days full of life as if it’s my destiny to be their leader, or something like that:) I feel pain all around me, and I’m not exaggerating. I do have the previlage to feel other’s pain, something I find more troublesome that pleasant. I am aware of the pain my brother Iuli’s going through due to a kidney stone he has not passed yet, or my siste-in-law, Adina, who hurt today, or my mother who’se weekly dialysis are another reminder how her own body is failing her. However, despite it all, we -the family- laugh often, (united by our pain), mostly making fun of our own weaknesses and troubles, with such vibrancy it catapults us forward and right smack in the heart of life. But most importantly, to us anyway, God’s there too, everyday, laughing with us while enjoying our strenght and beautiful lives and at times, when the situation demands it, crying silently beside us, simply present through it all.

Why am I telling you all of this? Because I’m chatty today. Simple as that:) Have a great day today and God Bless:)

 

The Message

Let the tears be of nothing else, but joy.

I got a message few minutes ago. It didn’t arrive through the internet, or regular mail, not through a text or a card. It came through man, from God’s heart. I’m aware some of you have doubts regarding this subject. It makes no difference to me; I still believe. In man I once lost trust in, clearly God’s trying to rebuild that. In this particular instance the man I’m talking about, I trust. But man -as in humanity- has a vast thirst of tearing its own specie apart, and simultaneously has the vast ability of building it back up.

The message was clear: there’s more pain behind me than ahead, the coast line is now in view and the vast waters once full of treacherous waves of pain are mostly behind me. I look back now and than only to reflect through how much I’ve traveled, and the ship I’ve been on for far too long has entered calmer waters. The coast is in view. Healing is within reach.

Let the tears be of nothing else, but joy.

Starting dental work is taking me on another spin, strangly familiar, and far too painful to call it victory. Old symptoms resurface and old doubts can, if I were to let them, cause a substacial amount of damage. But I don’t, regardless. The pain will not define my future, I will define my future, despite the weary soul. The message came, like fresh water in a desert, to heal, to encourage and to bring hope. And for that I have no one else to thank, except God.

Thank you, GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now and forever.

The coast line is in view:)