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helen.
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mystic freedom mama seeking scifi and fantasy book recommendations raising my babies with wolves, mountains, and bitcoin.

i have a cold. it was given to me by the relatives we had stay with us recently;

the family that makes me feel more solid in my decisions and my life and my children and my husband.

it has me thinking about the spiritual symbolism behind being sick.

we drink raw milk., we do not believe in recycling plastic., we are not vaccinated., we believe red meat and fat are healthy and sustaining on salads is not., we are vehemently against circumscision...

and we only share some of these views with our family because every one is a battle and we can only fight on so many fronts and because i do not want to offend the peaceful space we share between those stances.

but on the backside of time spent together i always end up sick.

a sore throat, a cough, sinus pressure...

an injured throat chakra and a blocked third eye.

i do not have a solution other than awareness.

i will grow beyond this paradigm.

i will live peacefully in my self and in my views and will be able to stand in them undisturbed no matter the response of others, no matter their relation to me, and in a way that does not invite a fight... in a manner that simply is.

i am closer all the time. i am more my self today than ever. and have been trending beautiful.

so.

i am aware. i am awakening. and i am grateful for the lessons i learn, if not the colds that come with them.

i am doing beautifully. i moved my family to somewhere with winter and could not be happier. i was thinking about the falafels the other day actually! and how now that we are settled it is a next recipe to jump into. enjoy your end of ski season!

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spring snow is my favorite. not only because i never want it to end, but the quality of light (a higher angle) on the snow covered trees is a unique sight. happy to live somewhere this happens.

eufy is better.

it was a harder decision for my husband than for me, but it was not a hard decision.