Healing Poems 133

Great Things Have Happened

We were talking about the great things
that have happened in our lifetimes;
and I said, “Oh, I suppose the moon landing
was the greatest thing that has happened
in my time.” But, of course, we were all lying.
The truth is the moon landing didn’t mean
one-tenth as much to me as one night in 1963
when we lived in a three-room flat in what once had been
the mansion of some Victorian merchant prince
(our kitchen had been a clothes closet, I’m sure),
on a street where by now nobody lived
who could afford to live anywhere else.
That night, the three of us, Claudine, Johnnie and me,
woke up at half-past four in the morning
and ate cinnamon toast together.

“Is that all?” I hear somebody ask.

Oh, but we were silly with sleepiness
and, under our windows, the street-cleaners
were working their machines and conversing in Italian, and
everything was strange without being threatening,
even the tea-kettle whistled differently
than in the daytime: it was like the feeling
you get sometimes in a country you’ve never visited
before, when the bread doesn’t taste quite the same,
the butter is a small adventure, and they put
paprika on the table instead of pepper,
except that there was nobody in this country
except the three of us, half-tipsy with the wonder
of being alive, and wholly enveloped in love.

~ Alden Nowlan

Healing Quotes Littles 394

“Picture yourself when you were five. in fact, dig out a photo of little you at that time and tape it to your mirror. How would you treat her, love her, feed her? How would you nurture her if you were the mother of little you? I bet you would protect her fiercely while giving her space to spread her itty-bitty wings. she’d get naps, healthy food, imagination time, and adventures into the wild. If playground bullies hurt her feelings, you’d hug her tears away and give her perspective. When tantrums or meltdowns turned her into a poltergeist, you’d demand a loving time-out in the naughty chair. From this day forward I want you to extend that same compassion to your adult self.”
~ Kris Carr

Healing Poems 132


Make much of something small.
The pouring-out of tea,
a drying flower’s shadow on the wall
from last week’s sad bouquet.
A fact: it isn’t summer any more.

Say that December sun
is pitiless, but crystalline
and strikes like a bell.
Say it plays colours like a glockenspiel.
It shows the dust as well,

the elemental sediment
your broom has missed,
and lights each grain of sugar spilled
upon the tabletop, beside
pistachio shells, peel of a clementine.

Slippers and morning papers on the floor,
and wafts of iron heat from rumbling rads,
can this be all? No, look — here comes the cat,
with one ear inside out.
Make much of something small.

~ Robyn Sarah

It Happened in 36 Hours

Sunday morning at 3 am it was 50 degrees! I even rode my bike to the library and the store in the late afternoon and actually said to myself gee 44 degrees, that feels kind of cold.

Then this afternoon it was 22 degrees with a windchill of 8, so it feels like 8 degrees F. outside. Seriously it was too much for my precious little bod to handle.

Thank God that I had my brand new winter coat that I bought for $8 and was toasty inside it. I forgot to wear socks and didn’t have warm enough pants, cause I forgot to check how cold it was outside online before leaving the apartment and I didn’t know the polar wind was here, but will be properly dressed for polar weather the next time I go outside to wait for a bus and/or ride my bike.

What a horrible difference 36 hours can make. I’m inside and still warming up from my forays by bike/bus to therapy this afternoon. Not quite toasty yet, but working on it.

I don’t care how many poets can write great poems about winter and I’ve read a number of them in the past month or so, I am not thinking poetically about it right about now.

Dealing With Family and Friends Food Police


One of the best blog posts, in my opinion, on Ragen’s excellent blog.

Originally posted on Dances With Fat:

Don't Judge just nomThis post is a danceswithfat tradition, offered for those who may have to deal with inappropriate friend and family behavior during this “holiday season” (whether they are celebrating any holidays or not.)

Ah, is there anything more fun than being under surveillance by the Friends and Family Food Police?  There are only a couple of things that I can think of – root canal, shaving my head with a cheese grater, a fish hook in the eye…

This happens to almost all of my fat friends, but to be clear it happens to thin people too – food judgment and shaming happens to people of all sizes and it’s never ok.

I think that we need to remember that fat hate and body shaming is modeled for people all over our culture, fear of being fat is a driver of a lot of behaviors.

First, I always suggest that you…

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Holiday Diet Tips To Skip


I wanted to include this blog post, since the holiday season is upon us, and this post brilliantly reminds us all that the person in charge of our food choices is ourself and no one else.

Originally posted on Dances With Fat:

facepalmThe approach of the “holiday season” means being bombarded with ridiculous diet advice (the holidays being one third of the Dieting Axis of Evil along with “New Years Resolutions” and “Bikini Season is Coming”.)  Since you’re likely to have to deal with this whether you celebrate the holidays or not, I’ve compiled a list of so-called holiday diet tips from actual serious online articles, with thoughts on why we might be better off skipping these tips:

10 Holiday Diet Tips You’ve Never Heard Before!

You’ve totally heard these tips before, probably in the same forum in which you are currently reading them, exactly a year ago, and the year before that, and the year before that, and the year before that.

Start Our Program Now and Get a Head Start on Your New Years Resolution

If you start earlier, you can fail at weight loss sooner while giving the diet…

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Healing Quotes Littles 392-393

“The voice of the sea speaks to the soul.”
~ Kate Chopin, The Awakening
“I am rooted, but I flow.”
~ Virginia Woolf, The Waves