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The Yoga of Breastfeeding

Saturday, December 12th, 2009 by Jamie Abrams

I have had a few strange, but often curious looks from people when I have mentioned the topic for this TM column. Understandably so. I don’t think many people see the deeper connection between yoga and breastfeeding or that many people associate a successful breastfeeding relationship with having a supple, strong body and peaceful mind.

jamie-happy-breastfeedingEven though I was in reasonable shape when my breastfeeding career began, I was utterly surprised by how physically taxing breastfeeding could be on my muscles. In the early days, when my babe seemed to suckle for what felt like hours on end, I would wind up with achy arms, shoulders and back. My legs would feel restless like I had just been sat on an aeroplane for 12 hours without moving. I laugh now at my initial weakness of body.

Not only was I tackling the purely physical side of nourishing my buttercup, I was grappling with my cerebral thoughts. During those long feeds or those times when I felt like all I did was have my ta-ta’s hanging out all day, my mind would alternate between the ecstatic bliss of what I was doing and the monotony of it all.

Even with my many years of familiarity with meditating and yogic practices of softness and mindfulness, I still struggled with the monkey living in my mind. I was/am still working at entering my own silent abyss with ease. The stillness of breastfeeding could rattle up my monkey, causing me to feel trapped or like I was being held hostage. When it got all too much for me I couldn’t transport myself out with mind-dulling TV, and my head generally was too full of fogginess to comprehend a good book. My self-love and yogic practices were being put fully to the test! [Personal note: I do not feel that self-love and yogic practices can be separated - rather they are a mutually exclusive entity.] While I can’t speak for every lactating mama, I can only assume every mom has had instances during nursing that weren’t all filled with creamy hues and rosiness.

Fortunately, Mother Nature designed us perfectly to, by and large, experience enormous ripples of satisfaction and love while we nourish our cherubs. While it could be very easy to blame my modern western lifestyle for any short-comings and for all the counter-intuitive messages it gives me every day about raising my child, I would rather not squirt my precious breastmilk on the antagonist. Instead, I tried (I use that word because, after all, I am human, too!) to tap into that peaceful space that dwells within me at all times and not to allow myself to be totally consumed by the guilt of feeling bored or wondering when my nursling would ever release my breast.

jamie-yoga-1For me this is where the ability to utilize yogic thinking truly ups the anti. My interpretation of the meaning of yogic thinking is just that it is another phrase for positive thinking and affirmations: believing in something greater, the law of attraction, meditation, mantra japa etc. Basically, if I remain calm, allow positivity to abound, it is the natural order of the Universe to sort the rest of it out. If I was really in a mental tizzy it is paramount for me to find a mantra to soothe my soul and begin deep yogic breathing. This would eventually bring me back to a euphoric equilibrium.

Of course, I can’t possibly leave out the importance of proper breathing or yogic breathing on my triumphant breastfeeding passage. Like many women in modern society, I had never seen a baby breastfeed (although I was breastfed) and had very little practical knowledge. Everything I knew about breastfeeding was theoretical from books. Although I was aware that I might have a slight disadvantage for not having practical familiarity, it wasn’t enough to prevent me from doing everything humanly possible to make my breastfeeding relationship with my angel work.

In the first weeks after birth I battled to get a proper latch-on. My nipples were severely cracked. I cried at nearly every nursing session. But in my heart I knew I had to march forward – for me there was NO other way to feed my baby. While my midwives and my LLL leader patiently helped us, I would begin deep three-part breathing, fully oxygenating my body, and then I would get on with it. As with any relationship, there is ebb and flow, so later when things became awkward due to teething, toddler titty twirling, tot boobie gymnastics or my own restlessness, I would call in the goddess of yogini breathing to get me through.

Not only had yoga been a crutch for me pre-pregnancy and during my son’s birth, but it helped me create a magical breastfeeding bond between us. You don’t have to have years of experience on a yoga mat to benefit from its healing powers, just a little faith and motivation. I also think it is worth mentioning that it does not matter where you are in the spectrum of life - now is as good as any time to breathe more deeply and realign your body and mind. So lactating or not, mama or papa, old or young, the following yoga postures (asanas), yogic affirmations (mantras) and yogic breathing (pranayamas) will manifest a more easeful body, peaceful mind and blissful life. While I can’t make any guarantees, you don’t have anything to lose unless you call spontaneous laughter a side-effect.

Yoga asanas to nurse a woman’s body into a full-time lactating queen:

  • Eagle (Garudasana – just the arm position)
  • Cow Face (Gormukhasana)
  • Wide Legged Forward Bend – variation w/ hand interlaced behind back and moving towards head (Prasarita Padottanasana)
  • Cat-Cow, Cobra (Bhujangasana)
  • Camel* (Ustrasana)
  • Fish (Matsyasana)
  • Downward-Facing Dog (Ardho Mukha Svanasana)
  • Thread the Needle, Rag Doll, Sun Salutations (Surya Namaskar)
  • Half Locust – Superhero variation (Ardha Shalabhasana)

As with any yoga postures, proceed with care, listen to your body, and if you are a complete newbie seek the advice of a qualified yoga instructor. *Camel ~ the beginner’s variation ~ is suitable for new mamas. Wait until at least six months postpartum to enjoy the full pose (hands to feet) to ensure your uterus has returned to its pre-pregnancy position. [Psst…go to www.yogajournal.com most of the above poses are pictured and thoroughly explained.]

Yoga mantras (affirmations) to quiet your inner-monkey:

  • ~ I am at peace with myself and my surroundings.
  • ~ I breathe in the serenity of my beauty.
  • ~ I am peace (use any descriptive word such as love, happy, exuberant etc.).
  • ~ Om Shanti
  • ~ Om Tat Sat
  • ~ Om Mani Padme Hum

There are a boundless number of mantras/affirmations that can be used to transmute the negative mind-chatter. They all don’t have to be cheesy and new-agey either! The key is to use one that feels delightful to your soul and just keep repeating it (in your mind or vocally – your darling will love to hear such positive vibrations exiting your mouth). Eventually, the constructive thoughts will prevail!

Yogic Breathing ~ Pranayama:

Hands down, my favourite pranayama is deep three-part breathing. From this base of expansive breathing all other breathing techniques become possible and it allows your body to fully unfold in any yoga asana. Safety note: yogic breathing should never be forced or laboured. If at any time you feel shortness of breath, dizzy or faint, discontinue the practice and resume your normal breathing.

Start by sitting in a comfortable position – any position that allows your spine to be long and expanded (you can lay supine on the floor). Place your right hand on to your abdomen and your left hand on to your chest. All exhalations and inhalations happen through the nose. Begin by inhaling through your nose, drawing the breath down to your belly. You should feel your right hand expanding out as the air presses the abdomen out. Continue to draw the breath up through the diaphragm into the lungs and then into the chest/heart. You should now feel your chest expanding into your left hand. Continue the breath up into your collar bones and throat. Now, slowly exhale through your nose in reverse order – chest, lungs, diaphragm, and abdomen. As you exhale you should first feel your left hand soften on your heart and your right hand on your abdomen. With each inhalation you are working to expand and each exhalation naturally contract and relax. Eventually each one of these parts will flow one into the next making it a seamless breath. Continue breathing wholly and completely.

This should be our natural breathing pattern, but stress and modern life have shifted us into shallow chest-breathers. If this three-part breath is practiced often enough it will eventually become your natural breathing rhythm. If you are lacking in inspiration watch any sleeping baby to see how they entirely employ their full lung capacity.

I extend a special kudos to every goddess mama who embarks on a yoga journey at such a precious time in her life. Conceiving, birthing, breastfeeding and raising aware kiddies is a monumental task and by inviting yoga into your family’s life you are coming one step closer to relishing more moments of infinite bliss.

(This article was originally published in The Mother < www.themothermagazine.co.uk > Magazine issue 37.)
If you truly want to see yogini breastfeeding in action follow the link to watch a one minute video ~ this is not to be missed and most likely the best minute you’ll spend all week!!

http://tinyurl.com/ykweute

Jamie can also be found on www.RawYogaTeacher.com .

A Parable For The Heart…

Saturday, September 26th, 2009 by Jamie Abrams

wo-smallA couple of nights ago I had the luxury to sit uninterrupted and read my book Reconnective Healing by Dr. Eric Pearl. I had just finished the section of the book where he tells an abridged version of Lee Carroll’s The Parable Wo and the Suitcase from his channeled Kyron writings. If you have never read this parable I strongly urge you to do so. Its message is so simple and beautiful.

That same evening my little whippersnapper asked for me to tell him a story rather than read him one from a book. Generally speaking I don’t think of myself as a storyteller, but I know how exciting it is for him to hear me tell him a magical tale. As I couldn’t think of anything, I decided to tell him a kiddy version of Wo and the Suitcase. To my delight he loved it and has repeatedly asked for me to tell him it. So this is our version of Wo and the Suitcase:

Once upon a time there was a little being named Wo. He was neither a boy nor a girl, but for the sake of the story I will refer to Wo in the masculine. Wo was getting ready to embark on a very long adventure and needed to pack his suitcase.

But Wo was not very good at packing. He wasn’t very organized and had no idea what to pack. So Wo went to his wardrobe, opened his suitcase and emptied his ENTIRE wardrobe into his suitcase. He packed everything! Wo had bovver boots, skirts, trousers, sunhats – the whole lot in his suitcase. And Wo’s suitcase was bulging! As he tried zipping his bag up he had bits of underwear and socks poking out. In the end he managed to zip his suitcase up.

Then Wo thought he would need to take some books for the journey. But once again Wo couldn’t decide which ones to pack. So Wo went to his bookcase with another suitcase and emptied his entire bookcase into his suitcase. Once again Wo’s suitcase was bulging! He had packed every book imaginable – recipe books, car books, how-to books. As Wo tried to zip his suitcase up, he had book corners bulging out the sides, but in the end he managed to close his bag.

Wo looked at his two very large heavy suitcases and realized he still needed to pack some food for his journey. Wo got out a third suitcase and went into his kitchen. He opened his refrigerator and couldn’t decide what to pack, so emptied his entire refrigerator into his suitcase. And as if that weren’t enough, he emptied his cupboard into his bag, too. Once again Wo’s suitcase was bulging. When he tried zipping his bag up he had cucumbers and apples rolling out of his suitcase, but in the end he was able to tightly fasten the bag.

Suddenly, Wo realized he hadn’t packed any toys, games or puzzles for his journey. Wo got a fourth suitcase and went to his toy box. As he stared at all of his gleaming toys, he realized once again he didn’t know what to pack. He said a little prayer and then began tipping all of his toys, games and puzzles into his suitcase. For a fourth time his bag was bulging. As he tried zipping up his suitcase he had cars roaring out and puzzle pieces dropping out, but in the end he managed to close his bag.

Wo stood up and looked at the sight of his four bulging heavy suitcases, when who should appear but the Angel of Packing. She was a glorious looking angel with long locks, a shimmery gown and big, colourful wings.

Wo greeted the Angel of Packing with such relief. The Angel saw all of Wo’s bulging bags and asked how she could help him. Wo said “Oh Angel of Packing I am going on an adventure and I had no idea what to pack. So I packed everything. I want to make sure I am prepared for whatever comes my way.” The Angel of Packing looked lovingly at Wo and replied “Yes, I see you have made sure that you’ll never be unprepared. But Wo do you know you don’t actually need any of those things in your suitcases? You see everything you will EVER need is right there in your heart. You will always be provided for. Just look into your heart.”

Wo thought deeply about this and understood. He thanked the Angel of Packing and said goodbye to her. Then Wo left for his adventure with only himself, leaving all of his suitcases behind knowing everything was already within his heart.

‘Green’ Camping! (No plastic allowed!)

Saturday, September 12th, 2009 by Jamie Abrams

Recently I went on a five day camping adventure in North Yorkshire with my boy of sweetness and my best friend. We were camping-out with other families and writers from Veronika Robinson’s hugely inspiring magazine The Mother. It was a very ‘green’ camp with composting toilets, a vegan ethos and lots of families parenting with the Continuum Concept paradigm. jami-camping2

One of the golden rules of camp was to NOT bring any plastic toys. At first glance I thought no problem. My babe is totally enraptured with cars, so most of his toys are metal. But as I began packing his small toy rucksack, I couldn’t believe how many of his vehicles have plasticy bits on them. Actually, I was a bit mortified by all of the plastic that had crept into his tiny three years of existence! However, I did manage to pull together some items for him, but I did feel a little nervous at the prospect of not taking some of his preferred favourites.

Obviously upon reflection it was a ridiculous worry. Our camping area was a lush haven of unexplored possibilities. Even though the weather was far from brilliant (as any of you that live or have visited the north of England can tell you) Zenchai was completely absorbed by the nature that surrounded us. There were way too many sticks, forest trails, streams, mud, hills, sunflower valleys and fires to build to even think about his toys. He even lucked out by finding some rusty buckets (rotting cars / tractors etc.), which he quickly adopted as his own. In the end he never opened his rucksack.jami-camping1

Although we live a fairly simple life for a family residing in London our rural outing really showed me how far from nature we really are. All of the countryside recreation was so pure and magical. I can’t wait for the time when fresh air and nature are our daily staples!


Icing On The Cake

Thursday, May 28th, 2009 by Jamie Abrams

Birthdays always conjure up in my head the idea of colourful balloons, pin the tale on donkey games, sugary double-layered cake, dairy ice cream, a bountiful stack of lusciously wrapped presents and children running on a manicured lawn. Funnily, I don’t ever remember having such a birthday or attending a party that matched my fairytale expectations of this birthday celebration.

P1010026I have to say that since becoming a mama my un-lived pie-in-the-sky birthdays have been trying to peep their head into how I think I should ritualize Zenchai’s birthday. It is easy to fall prey to the pressures of having a big do, especially as our culture feasts on the opportunity to let loose, spend a little dosh (money) and revel in consumerism. Even if we don’t give in to the push of the pipe dream party we can get sucked in by guilt ~ that we should be doing things certain ways because it is what is expected or that is what Suzy Jones next door is doing etc.

P1010036But I have to proudly say that so far I have squashed any rising guilt in me about how we jubilate Zenchai’s birthday. Just last week we beat the drum for his 3rd birthday. It was a huge milestone for him. This year he really comprehended what all the whooping and cheering was about. He’ll even boastfully tell you he was born in the toilet! (Click here to read our ecstatic birthing tango.)

P1010008We began our glorious day with Zenchai waking both Claude and I up. Zenchai loves a good morning wrestling cuddle. After jumping on us both, sitting on our heads and loving us like no other child could, we headed downstairs to really get things in full swing. He opened one present from his little girlfriend and one from us. Already he was basking in all the glowing attention.

Zenchai being a real car man, we were in a conundrum whether to take him to his cherished Mercedes Benz World or an outdoor farm play adventure area. The sunny weather made the decision for us. We set off for a day of playing in tree houses, sand and climbing frames. We had many shrieks of delight, giggles and frolics.

P1010044After our day out we surrendered to our home for an evening of family, food and festivity. We had a simple meal (cooked, but one of Zenchai’s favourites) with his grandmere, grandpere, little girlfriend and our friend. It was delicious food and company. The real icing on the cake was THE CAKE. I made a succulent RAW strawberry cream cake. His cake turned out even more splendid than I could have ever imagined. Not only did it look the part, it tasted it, too!!  Topped with vintage cars just for our car enthusiast and it was the perfect cake.

If you are interested in creating a cake like this one, I based it off a recipe in the Café Gratitude book. Basically the cream is made from coconut cream and cashews with the cake dough formed from dates and dehydrated almond pulp. DIVINE!

To complete Zenchai’s day, I read him The Birthday Story ~ a sweet reminder of where we come from. (Click here to read Shannon’s birthday celebration ideas including The Birthday Story.)

Happy 3rd Birthday, My Darling Boy!P1010067

Pointing South Anyone?

Wednesday, May 6th, 2009 by Jamie Abrams

Raise your hand if you feel like your breasts have headed south since:
A) Giving birth Nearly 39 weeks 2
B) Breastfeeding
C) Losing weight from eating a raw food diet
D) Your age
E) All of the above or a combination of the above

I would like to say I still have the teenage girl perk to my bosoms, but growing a baby and boobs, then shrinking down in weight to an even smaller pre-pregnancy size has definitely created a little hooters havoc.

For years I loved my breasts. They were just the right size, shape and really delicious. It has only been in the last few months, since Zenchai weaned himself, that I have had the space to notice and reclaim my breasts. Wow, what a difference pre- and post-pregnancy!

File373I know 100% that breastfeeding is not what causes saggy knockers, but rather the growth and hormones involved with pregnancy that change a woman’s bust line. Unfortunately breastfeeding has been wrongly accused of creating pendulous breasts – the real culprit is pregnancy. Uber-mother and author Veronika Robinson bluntly states that if you want to keep perky boobs don’t have babies and adopt instead.

However, chances are if you are reading articles on this website you have given birth, may have breastfed or are breastfeeding, are eating or trying to eat raw foods and could possibly be dealing with droopy dingleboppers. But there is a perky light at the end of the tunnel.

Since I am on a myth-busting campaign, let’s first understand that the breasts are comprised of connective tissue, ligaments and fat cells. They contain no muscle! Many mamas that rapidly loose weight from breastfeeding and/or eating a raw food diet can create flaccid breasts (as was my case). Losing weight too quickly (however glamorous that may sound) actually doesn’t give our skin and ligaments enough time to adjust, which results in the deflated boobie look.

The best way to prevent your melons from tickling your waist is to loose WIMG_6382weight slowly - that might mean not eating 100% raw straight away. Hopefully you can learn from my mistake. Even though I wasn’t overweight pre-raw or pre/post-pregnancy, I still had a luscious chest curve, but when I combined full-on breastfeeding with near 100% raw food it literally sucked all the fat from my chest.

Some important factors to consider in lifting your bust naturally are proper exercise (remember to wear a very supportive bra for any exercises that jiggle your babas – ie running), yoga (we’ll come back to this in a moment), positive affirmations (I approve of myself and love myself. I am beautiful.) and high-quality nutrition that maintains your skin elasticity from the inside out (you can’t get any better than raw foods!!).

The ultra-sexy Tonya Zavasta reckons that you need at least 2-3 years to see the miracle transformations of a raw food diet on the bust line. She also mentions that if you are older this will likely take longer, but patience and persistence are of utmost importance – that goes for all of us. Tonya also has a “Hollywood Secret” breast-firming masque: Mash a ripe banana with just enough raw honey to make a soft pulp, and smear over your entire breast area, even inside of an old bra if you choose, and leave it on for about a half hour. Rinse and then apply a light natural moisturizer.WIMG_6362

Okay, so since our breasts aren’t made of muscle we’ll need to strengthen the muscles around the breasts. Doing these yoga poses alongside raw foods is a surefire way to create dynamic breasts. But you have to be realistic, too. I don’t think any amount of yoga or proper nutrition will give us a Pamela Anderson look!

Here are my recommended yoga poses to get your jugs looking buoyant. All yoga postures are fantastic for sculpting our bodies, improving our posture and our health in general. But the following poses are specific to building chest muscle, which will help give our racks a lift without surgery:WIMG_6325

  • Cobra – Bhujangasana
  • Shoulder Socket Rotation – Skandha Chakra
  • Cow’s Face Pose – Gomukhasana
  • Camel – Ushtrasana
  • Bow Pose – Dhanurasana
  • Full Locust – Poorna Salabhasana
  • Fish – Matsyasana
  • Standing Head to Knee – Uttanasana
  • Standing Half Moon – Arda Chandrasana
  • King Dancer – Natarajasana
  • Wheel - Chakrasana
  • Any inverted poses such as head or hand stands*
  • Swinging Pose – Lolasana*
  • Sleeping Thunderbolt – Supta Vajrasana*
  • Locked Lotus – Baddha Padmasana*

*As with any yoga postures, proceed with care, listen to your body and if you are a complete newbie seek the advice of a qualified yoga instructor. The poses marked with an asterisk* are advanced poses.

Be sure to let me know how you get on with your ta-ta erecting crusade. I am off to do some yoga now!

Psst…Go to www.yogajournal.com if want to see visuals of the above yoga asanas.

Mama Knows Best

Saturday, April 25th, 2009 by Jamie Abrams

p20400051Wednesday I had a really intense emotional experience with the motive being ambiguous until after the event. Let me rewind a few months to give some background…

Back in December I started looking into playgroups for Zenchai to attend a couple times a week. With all the winter weather I felt like we were always cooped up. We were both getting bored, but in very different ways. I was feeling like I wanted to spread my wings a little and have a bit of space to myself. For him I had an inkling he might be ready for more stimulation and interaction with other children. I looked around at several groups, asked the opinions of some mothers I knew and did a little internet research.

Finally, I found a little Montessori group near to my house. We booked in a visit. Everything seemed nice enough on first appearances. But then after some more thought I sensed it might be better to wait a little longer. I had apprehensions over completely handing Zenchai’s care over to a stranger, plus we had some traveling planned in the New Year.

Okay so now fast forward to the near present moment…

p8130096A couple weeks ago there were two specific occurrences that made me see Zenchai in a whole new way. It was observing those two situations that made me know on a gut level that Zenchai was definitely ready to join a group. I approached the Montessori again. I got him registered and ready to go.

On Wednesday morning we set out for our first day of ‘school’. As part of his initiation I was able to slowly acclimate him by being present with him. The idea being with each session I would spend a little less time in the room until he was confident to be there without me.

Zenchai was at first unsure of what he could and could not play with, which of course is totally normal. But as more children came in (there were only six kids in total) the sickness in me became more palpable. I became aware of the tears lingering on the brims of my eyes. In the moment I just couldn’t rationalize my tremendous emotions. I really had to dig deep to not let Zenchai see I had lost my centeredness. I didn’t want my energetic disposition to rub-off on him.

As the morning progressed I just kept getting waves of red light signal afflictions. There was just something fundamentally wrong. I couldn’t put my finger on one thing, but recognized the environment was way off the mark.

My head was buzzing with disbelief. Every toy I saw was plastic with batteries to make it flash, sing or do whatever. There were even remote control cars (not that Zenchai minded!). This is of course not to say I have been totally able to escape having some plastic toys in our home for Zenchai. I think I have just been “spoiled” by the Steiner atmosphere of wholesome, natural toys. My mind kept wandering to the lush gardens and tree houses at our Steiner school only to be snapped back into the reality of seeing big plastic outdoor cars on a small patch of fake grass. My heart was rapidly breaking.

p1040005When we departed I was in such a disturbing tizzy. Acutely in my core I knew I was not going to be able to continue a relationship with the Montessori school. I drove to my mother-in-law’s around the corner. She took one look at me and wondered what had happened to shake me up so badly. I explained as much as I could to her. She totally supported my intuition. Then she handed me the phone so I could call Steiner school.

I have been taking Zenchai to our local Steiner school parent and child playgroup since he was six months old. I absolutely love it there. It has a purely magical atmosphere with heavenly fairy energies present. We have always said that if we still lived near the school when he became of age we would send him there. They don’t take children into the kindergarten level until 3 – 3 ½ . Zenchai is just short of three so I had thought he wouldn’t be able to start there until September.

I made the phone call and much to my relief all going well he should be able to attend at the start of June after their midterm break when he is three.

Even though I had resolved the situation my spirit was so profoundly effected I remained on the brink of tears for the rest of the day. The mother in me had really been put to the test. I had two options: 1) ignore the colossal sensations that were coursing through me or 2) listen to my heightened discernment. Obviously I chose the latter.

p1010029Upon reflection I determined why I had been incredibly sensitive and perceptive in relation to this particular state of affairs. Unintentionally I had been eating very lightly, nearly fasting for a few days prior to this event. I had become so visceral emotionally without realizing it that my ethereal being had an almost vulnerable quality to it. My sixth sense had become brightly polished.

One could view this unconscious creating of clarity as a quirk. But personally I don’t believe in coincidence. To me the Universe guided me into sparse eating in order to help my motherly intuition blossom for this circumstance.

I love the way we are always taken care of!

PS. My eating has naturally returned to normal.

Raw Kiddie Energy

Thursday, April 16th, 2009 by Jamie Abrams

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Everyone always talks about the boundless and robust energy children exhibit. But when we refer to raw children it is like experiencing a whole other kettle of fish. I am not referring to obnoxious, out of control or rambunctious energy. Raw kiddies have unimaginable endurance, focus and an unwavering supply of pure vigor. These raw moppets that overflow with zest require a ton of fresh air outdoors and mental stimulation (most children thrive on these and not just the raw ones).

In the raw world there is lots of chatter about how crucial exercise is to this lifestyle. The same theory applies to our dumplings. They already have an organic supply of vitality that compounded with a fresh, wholesome raw diet is explosive. If we don’t give our chicks an outlet for this dynamism then we are putting the writing on the wall for rowdy behavior.

Let me paint a picture for you from my experience. Zenchai is a very busy boy. He rarely sits still, is very involved in his car play and isn’t naturally the kind of boy that runs around (not yet any way). I kind of liken him to more of a mentally active child. But having said that he does have tremendous amounts of raw gusto to spread and expel.

As he doesn’t spontaneously run around (quite possibly due to lack of confidence from a couple of past falls down steps) he started to show some very aggressive and unacceptable behavior. His wee pot was bubbling over and he didn’t know what to do with it. He would become intensely frustrated and/or angry then lash out at us with head-butting, biting or hitting. As one can imagine, this was incredibly difficult to deal with. I started by reassuring him, letting him know that his BIG feelings are always allowed but the furious behavior was unacceptable. I tried having him draw pictures of how angry/sad/frustrated he felt. These things do work to some extent.

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The one thing that has made the chief difference to his use of unacceptable behavior has been having more exercise. For Christmas we bought him a lovely wooden bicycle without pedals, which at the time was just slightly too big for him. However, he has since grown and he fits on it perfectly. Although he still isn’t walking or running much, he rides his bicycle for hours a day. Since his bicycle doesn’t have pedals he is effectively running. The real kicker is I have to briskly jog to keep up with him! His bicycle has given him renewed confidence to be physically active. Finally we discovered the perfect outlet for his abundant energy and resolved a tricky dilemma.

The moral of the story is to get your bumpkins moving using whatever strategy suits their personality. While their expending some punch you can get shaking too!! Now that is what I call win-win.

Here’s to groove’in (rain or shine),
Jamie x

Back to reality…

Sunday, April 5th, 2009 by Jamie Abrams

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My skin is missing the sun-kissed feel of the Costa Rican rays, while my body is wishing it had the bath-warm waters of the salty ocean caressing it and my appetite is longing for the gorgeous tree-ripened tropical fruits. But really I can’t whinge can I? After all I did have a slice of paradise for 10 days.

However, since coming back I have felt myself slipping into a slump regarding food. While in Costa Rica it was so easy to eat fresh, raw, organic foods. The variety was abundant, costs were minimal and tastes were out of this world. It has been totally uninspiring walking through my local grocery store looking at all the over-priced sad produce, unripened fruits and lack of selection.

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Another huge discovery that made its way into my consciousness was how simple it was to feed Zenchai all-raw foods. In our little sultry heaven there were so many things to choose from and they were either just off the tree or out of the ground. He was absolutely over the moon eating the luscious fare there. Not only that but he was quite adventurous and willing to try all sorts of exotic fruits and vegetables. Something I would say he is less keen to do here in London.

Claude and I were both so thrilled to see Zenchai thriving. We also noticed he had a big growth spurt while we were away, which could of course be coincidence, but the raw vegan mama in me wants to think it was all the sunshine and raw cuisine.

Interestingly, a lot of people have asked me was it hard eating raw while we were away. They are very surprised to hear my answer “No!” On this occasion I have found it much harder feeding the family all raw at home than away. The clear-cut reasons as mentioned above. Of course here it is much easier procuring all the raw trimmings like goji berries, nuts, lucuma powder etc. Then again these things become a bit redundant in the face of the real stuff: pure raw fruits and veggies. You can’t get any better than that!

Yoda's Magical Power Shake

Wednesday, December 10th, 2008 by Jamie Abrams

Yoda’S Magic Smile

Most of Zenchai’s clothes are hand-me-downs from Claude’s cousin who has three boys. It is really fantastic to have these gifts of clothes. I am really grateful for these donations. It just feels so much more eco-friendly and less consumerist. I have never been one to buy brand name children’s clothing. It just seems silly and a bit wasteful. So we are often given items of clothing with characters on them that Zenchai isn’t familiar with (mainly because we do not watch any TV or allow ourselves to be sucked into the commercialism.)

Here is a little excerpt from yesterday morning as I was dressing Zenchai.
I start putting a top on him when he says:
Z: I don’t like my superman top it is too tight in the neck.
M: I think you mean your Yoda top and this isn’t your Yoda top.
Z: Who is Yoda?
M: Yoda is a little green man with magical powers.
Z: Mommy I have never seen magical powers before.
M: Do you know what magical powers are?
Z: What are magical powers mommy, I have never seen them before?
M: Hmm…Well magical powers are when you lift something super heavy with your little finger or can heal someone that is really sick. There are lots of magical powers, but I can’t really think of any. I’ll tell you more as I think of them.

Later that night at dinner time:
M: Have your broccoli. That is how Yoda got his magical powers.
Z: That is how Yoda got green.

This morning pre-breakfast:
Z: I want another one of those shakes that you made yesterday.
I make him a hemp shake, but today it is much greener than yesterday’s version.
Z: This is how Yoda gets his magical powers.
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
Z: I am going to have magical powers now like Yoda.

Yoda’s Magical Power Shake
½ - ¾ C hemp milk
1 medjool date
1 tsp mesquite powder
2 tsp raw carob powder
½ tsp spirulina powder
½ - 1 ripe banana, fresh or frozen

Place all magical ingredients in blender. Whiz it around and presto you now have Yoda’s magical powers.


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