The Furious Spinner

I am home sick. Not homesick. But home sick. I'm a sickie. I'm annoyed. I'm usually annoyed when I'm sick. And anxious. I'm not as anxious as usual. Perhaps the mindfulness-based cognitive therapy is working. I'm listening to the House Hearing on Accuracy of Battlefield Information (about Pat Tillman and Jessica Lynch, etc.). Beside me is a bowl of broth I made. It's got (all organic everything) chicken broth, seaweed, shitake and crimini mushrooms, my rosemary, onion and garlic. Yes, a chicken died for my cold. Some time ago, actually. I'm not sure how long the chicken stock has been in my freezer. I honor the chicken. I shall do it proud.

I'll try to sleep soon. But in the meantime I looked at some blogs. I stopped by Will's It's All One Thing. He's a sickie, too. He's kind of cute when he’s sick and amusing—relaxed or something. I got this essay from him. Wouldn't it be great to have such a life and then such a death? All the deaths I've witnessed have sucked big time. Going peacefully at 102 years old is pretty cool.

Okay. I don't want to think about death right this minute. Peaceful or not. I need to tell myself this is just a chest cold and it'll go away. You're wondering how I cannot know whether I have a cold or not. Remembe, until I had my surgery last year, I felt like I had a cold for fifteen years. No lie. If I actually got a virus, the only change usually was that I might get dizzy. Now I've got a cough. So either I'm having an asthma flare or I've got a cold. Time will tell.

Gawd. This is boring even to me.

I'll have my broth.

Mmmm.

Yes, that's my description of my broth.

By the way, if you're interested on some online courses and you're an Earthy and or Goddessy kind of person you might be interested in the courses Starhawk and Patricia Monaghan are facilitating this year. Starhawk's Earth As Teacher, Earth As Healer started yesterday. I've done workshops with her in "real" life, and she's very good. Patricia Monaghan's The Goddess Path starts in July. Patricia was a goddessmother to my magazine (years ago) Daughters of Nyx. I've got all her books and use the New Book of Goddesses and Heroines for reference all the time. She knows her stuff. The prices is more than reasonable.

I've been looking around as I think about going back to school. I'm interested in gastronomy. (One of my next novels, Eating Beauty, will involve cryptogastronomy.) I thought about going to Boston for their Masters program in gastronomy. A couple of things stopped me. One, have you seen the cost of going to school these days? Geez Louise. It would cost me in one year more than I paid for all my other schooling. I don't think I'm even exaggerating. (And I've got a BS, MA, and MLS!)

Secondly, I'm not a true foodie. I'm not interested in meat or dairy dishes—or in writing or reading about meat or dairy. (I don't eat either.) I'm not interested in beer or wine. (I don't drink either.) I'm very particular about what I want to learn about gastronomically speaking. So I'll learn about the gastronomy on my own and maybe take an occasional class.

As far as actually cooking, I've asked my friend, Michelle, who is an artist and a great cook, to create cooking classes for me. I want to learn more options for my way of eating (on my vegetarian non-inflammatory, gluten-free diet). I gotta have a title for everything, so these cooking classes will be called The Unified Field Theory of Spices. (Mario gave me the title.)

There is The Natural Gourmet Institute which is a natural foods vegetarian cooking school. But it's in New York. I don't want to even think about trying to find a place to live in New York City. And it's expensive, too. And I don't really want to go to cooking school. I don't want to be a chef. I just want to have a better relationship with food. And I want to be able to eat enough food to be able to feel better and write about the food.

I’ve also considered getting a degree in ecopsychology. I may still do that one day. But not yet. Again, I'd need quite a bit of money. I actually like the looks of Naropa's Ecopsychology program. But even if I had the money, I don't know what I'd do with a degree like that. I'm not at a point in my life when I can do something like that, spend that kind of money, without me being able to bring money back into our lives. And I don't want to be a therapist. Makes me shudder just to think about it. (Because I wouldn't be good at it, and I'd hate having to deal with insurance companies, etc.)

Have I babbled on long enough? I think so. I've had three bowls of mushroom broth. Now I'm watching the documentary Wait 'til Next Year: The Saga of the Chicago Cubs. I'm a sucker for baseball stories.

So you've read through this post. You'll never get those minutes of your life back again. I do apologize. Next time I will attempt scintillation.

Now I'll try to sleep.

Ta!

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