The Color of the Gods

Deep, rich purple. More purple than you see here.

Today’s Smoothie ingredients:

one banana

one orange

a handful frozen blueberries

a handful spinach leaves

6 small carrots

1 cup coconut milk

2 capfulls flax seed oil

a shake of stevia

8 ice cubes


And with it~ my version of Chipotle’s burrito bowl made with last week’s left overs.

Ground turkey meat with Trader Joe’s GF taco seasoning

Jasmine rice from last night’s meal

Corn from taco night

a bit of soy cheese, sour cream, avocado, lettuce and crumbled left over taco shells.

Simple. And for me Gluten Free has to be, or I probably won’t eat- well, then I’d eat gluten. 


Take a try with homemade peanut butter cups? They aren’t so difficult to make the result is a larger cup than the packaged kind.
Serving Size: 12 cups
Bag of gluten-free, dairy-free, soy-free chocolate chips
1 cup peanut-butter
1/2 cup powdered sugar
pinch of salt
Line a muffin tin with muffin cups
Melt half bag of chocolate in a heavy bottom sauce pan or double-boiler
Add two tablespoons of chocolate to muffin cups
With the back of the spoon, cover bottom and 1/4 of the way of the cup with chocolate
Put in fridge for 20 minutes
Combine peanut butter, powdered sugar and salt
Add large tablespoon of mixture into each cup, and flatten so mixture fills cup.
Put in fridge for another 20 minutes. 
Melt rest of chocolate
Spoon melted chocolate over pb mixture and freeze for 30 minutes or refrigerate for one hour. 
If frozen, let cup thaw a few minutes and paper will come off easily.
Simple. Enjoy.

To Be Fit

Maybe I have told you- I’ve claimed 39 to be my fittest year ever (so far, that is). I don’t know what this will look like, or how my body will transform, but I’ve got a year (actually 10 months now) to find out. So far, I’ve gained weight and my pants are tighter. But- I’ve set the intention. I will not quit. I’ve quit before. Spent many years quitting and than starting again. Now, my curiosity wins- what might life be like if I don’t quit….?

Firmer calves, as I noticed while sitting on the front stoop stroking my legs the other day. Sweat pouring off my face, down my chest allowing me to see my heavy workout through my shirt. I see smoothness where there was dimpled skin and there is this line of definition showing in my shoulders. The flabby underarms wiggle less. The garage door can be opened with one arm.

I know I am really working out this time. The treadmill incline is at an 8, not a 0. I do 3 slow reps of 12 with the weights, instead of hurrying up to get it over with. And I think the difference is, this time it is coming purely from me- not an insecure idea of what’s wrong with me that I must fix or from the advice of some expert. It’s all me. Results are occurring (other than weight loss and loose pants). I am stretching. Not forcing. Curious to see what I will look like and how I feel on my 40th birthday.

I’m a bulky girl, a bit like Rocky Balboa in the first 2 Rocky’s. I’ve been afraid to see what my body might look like. I’ve been advised to do yoga and pilates to be more lean. This may come later, but for now why deny what my body’s potential is. In building my muscles, I envision them eating away the fat and the lethargy that has been my experience, and creating a solid and strong place for me to dwell. The other day on the treadmill I felt like I broke through the weight and fog and to a place of ease and lightness. I was still sweating but the effort wasn’t as hard. This is what I’m noticing as I continue to stretch beyond my comfort.

I’d say simple, but I know the back story is anything but.  But life is cyclical- it doesn’t stay hard forever. 

A Smoothie A Day

When I first began my gluten-free journey, I started my day with a smoothie filled with fruit and veggies. I did not eat any bread- gluten-free or otherwise. Stayed true to protein, fruits and vegetables. Than, I began to become more conscious of gluten-free and found all sorts of products. I must say, I felt clearer and looked better by living by the basics.

In my intent to return, I had a week of making smoothies again. Here are the ones I made:

mango, orange, carrot, coconut milk, ice & blend

mango, strawberries, blueberries, banana, coconut milk, ice & blend

Honey Colada
pineapple, honey, coconut milk, ice & blend

grapes, pineapple, spinach, banana, water, ice & blend

mint leaves, pineapple, coconut milk, ice & blend
Added benefit: leaves your breath nice and fresh

The Message

As each one of us reaches our dreams that is one more to inspire the rest. 

Deadline is May 16 at 5pm PST
*If you are not on Facebook there is a comment box at the end of the post to cast your vote.

Brian Tracy, a part of his blog contest, asked what message, if we had the chance to touch many, would we want to share with the world. My husband sent me the link to participate in this opportunity and right before the deadline, I turned in my 800 word message. Out of 500+ posts received, mine was picked. It is now going live with 59 others who are looking to spread our message and get votes.

I’ve been blogging for almost 7 years. It has taught me how to write, and challenge myself for language to describe the complex inner journey so I can share it as clearly as I can with you. I realize my message isn’t trendy or popular. And it’s probably not fun either. I guess I can testify to that because the inner journey I’ve been on for at least 20 years has been rough, but truly I cannot think of a better way to spend at least some of our time (hopefully more) than learning the most interesting subject there is, our selves. Underneath our boring, hum-drum regular lives, there lives a dynamic and roaring life force that is just ready for us to dig deep enough to find it.

I guess that is what my message is- dig, and be curious about who you are. Who you meet, for remember everyone is you (Face to Face With the Guru). What you experience. How you feel. For everything you hold inside creates the life you have. For many of us our lives are not expressions of our fascinating guru within. Instead they are expressions of who we think we are. How we think we should live. But, we are waking up. Many more than ever before. I want us to keep going for our own inner happiness because there are breakthroughs and amazing discoveries as we dig. And most importantly I want us keep going so we spread the wisdom we gain to our brothers and sisters.

Getting my message from the inside out is my dream. Will you help another being get there?  There is room enough for us all to live from our authentic space.

To vote, go to this link and post a comment. I’d love to see those of you I don’t know personally, but know on a soul level. And please pass it on.

Brian Tracy Blog Contest 
Voting ends at 5 pm PST on May 16

Our Gluten-Free Easter Dinner

Gluten-Free Ham from Costco
Homemade Scalloped Potatoes
1 small onion
3 large baking potatoes
1/2 stick of butter, cut into little bits
salt and pepper, to taste
1-1/2 cups cream
  • Preheat oven to 425
  • Dice the onion. Peel potatoes and slice thinly
  • Butter bottom of baking dish. Overlap potatoes around dish. Sprinkle with some onion, bits of butter and salt and pepper. 
  • Repeat layering 2-3 times until all ingredients are used. 
  • Pour cream over potatoes and bake for 35 minutes
Serve with your choice of vegetables, and finish with a gluten-free cake

The Simple Perfect Meal

I’ve poached an egg. I’ve never poached a salmon. It was simple, and eaten with a lemon-butter sauce- I’m in LOVE.

I believe I’v mentioned- the best meal I ever had was in Windsor. A small cafe near the castle. A piece of steamed salmon and vegetables. This compared, and I don’t have to go to Windsor to treat myself to it, although I’d like to.

Here is the recipe:

Salmon filet(s)
1 TBLS butter- or more depending on how many filets
salt and pepper
  • Place filet in pan, add water to cover half of the filet. Bring to a boil, then simmer for 10 minutes, depending on thickness. Flip over when side is light pink.

  • While salmon cooks, melt butter, add a squeeze or more of the lemon. When filet is opaque in the middle, transfer to your plate and the lemon-butter sauce over your salmon. Add salt and pepper. Garnish with lemon wedge. 
Served here with asparagus. 
So Simple.

Banana Bread

The great thing about making a loaf of banana bread over the weekend is, if there’s still a slice left, you can add flavor to your Monday morning. 

2 cups sifted GF flour
1 tsp. baking soda
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 c butter
1 cup sugar
2 eggs
2 bananas
1/2 cup buttermilk
1 large loaf pan, greased and dusted with GF flour
Preheat oven to 350.  Mix dry ingredients, and set aside.
Cream shortening and sugar until light and fluffy. Add dry ingredients in 3 parts, alternately with bananas, mixing well after each addition. Add buttermilk last, and mix well. 
Pour into prepared pan and bake in center of often for 50-60 minutes, making sure center is firm. 
Enjoy. Simple. 

Quite Simply Eggs

The other day, I visited a woman who lives in an English cottage in Southern California. She has four chickens, three goats, one dog and one cat. She gathered eggs from her chickens and placed them on her granite counter, saving a half-dozen for me. I said, “I wonder why the eggs don’t look like this in the grocery store? What do they do to them because these colors are exquisite.” 
“Where are you from,” she asked? Yes, I am from Minnesota, but I did not grow up on a farm. I, like most of us are disconnected from our food. I aspire to have an English Cottage and call the chickens and watch them come to my back door, but I’m not there yet. I get the cheap eggs from Costco. They are white. And when you hard boil them the shells don’t come off easily. 
The eggs from my new friend’s chickens came off like magic. Smooth. Effortless. Simply. The yoke was deep yellow. The taste, real. raw. true. At first, I wasn’t even sure how to treat the egg. To be quite honest, I was a little afraid of the egg. Would it make me sick? Is it a “normal” egg? After my three eggs of pale peach and off-white were hard boiled and perfectly peeled, I found myself thanking the chickens as I cut and chopped their eggs. Thank you, dear chickens, for your offering. 
Unfortunately I do not normally feel so much gratitude for an egg, but I met their mothers. I loved how they came to the back door and looked in the window at us, hoping for food scraps. Their colors of brown fascinated me. The little red fleshy part on their head, which I am sure has a name. 
My new friend is rather educated about many things, but definitely food. She is in the process of being self-sustaining. Growing herbs for certain maladies. Vegetables and fruits for eating. Chickens for eggs, of course, and goats for milking. However, she said their nipples are a bit small so they are pets. But- she said with a goat you can have milk, cheese and butter.  But- did you know goats were slaughtered by the Roman Catholic church ions ago because they looked like the devil. Perhaps it is also because they offer the opportunity for self-sustainment. 
Did you also know that there is a federal law that has yet to be passed disallowing personal gardens? Can you imagine? Probably not, but the federal government has along with the food companies they are in bed with that want to control our food. Did you also know there is movement by big companies to take over seeds, making the heirloom seeds non-existent? Monsanto is taking over with their version of corn and sugar beets, that are genetically modified. They are taking what is already perfect and making it profitable- only for them. 
When I lived in a small town, I’d walk through the perfect little neighborhoods. One yard in particular caught my attention. It was adorned with rows of flowers and an artificial stream. I thought, how strange- the natural rawness of land is torn away to plant something else in its place that is manicured, taking out the wild. The real. The raw. Here is what the f’ing food companies are doing as well. We can’t let them. We just can’t. Our lives. Health. Children. Planet. Everything is at stake if we do. 
The more open I am to receive the truth of what is going on- and to experience the realness- like that of those eggs- I cannot participate in what isn’t real. What is being created artificially for power, money and control. I cannot. Am I perfect? Hell no. I still eat beef and chicken that isn’t organic. I don’t own chickens so I will be going back to Costco- because yes, right now it is a cost factor for me. However, as my economics change, who gets my money will too, and it won’t be big food and seed companies. I’ll be taking my money to the “little guys,” and to my own garden. They will have to arrest me if that law passes. 
There is a lot that is messed up in our world right now. It’s overwhelming, but we can do a little bit everyday to be more awakened and conscious. When I went gluten-free, I became a label reader. I cannot buy the food I once did because it isn’t real.  I cook more at home, and the more conscious I become the less I want to eat and when I do, I want to eat lighter and simpler. 
We, the people, always have the power, not the big companies, but we have to all do our part and OWN our power. When we do, we will find being disconnected from our nourishment is a heavy price we are paying, and we will be inspired to reconnect. For me, it took eating a real egg to reconnect me on a larger level. I now commit to no more cow’s milk, not that I drink it, but I buy it for others in my family. I will now be supporting coconut or almond milk. It’s another step, and….
…one step at a time, makes it Simple.