Archive for May, 2009

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

THE DREAM WE CARRY

Friday, May 22nd, 2009 by Lisa

LoveWhy is the Beauty within and all around us become so difficult to see…? Can we just re-member how fun it was to stick our tongues out in the rain, to jump in puddles, to see a rainbow, or catch a grasshopper…? Mother Earth has something to say about living in Paradise…If I were Queen of the Universe, I would wave my wand and instantly unburden us of our fears and doubts, and inspire by being inspired/ In Spirit; and in the mystical web of Life we would ALL know that we are ALL Royalty… Each precious babe would be born into her honoured Birthright of Divine Protection, Sovereignty, and pure Bliss; We would all be consciously conceived, then received into a sacred Welcoming Ceremony that is supportive of the Mother’s and Baby’s needs and intentions

newborn260x148…And little Children would be OUR great Teachers, healing us with their un-conditional love and laughter which recalls our true Ecstatic Essence, and we would live more in their world, than strive to have them live in ours…If what I desired could be manifested, and it can, and it IS, the shame-full word ’should’ would overnight vanish and the hope-full word ‘could’ would be spoken instead, opening up potential and possibility…There wouldn’t need to be a sad, defeated word like ‘can’t’ because we would all understand that if our children say that it simply means ‘I’m not ready’ or ‘I don’t know how’ or ‘I don’t want to’, and when they say ‘I want’ it means ‘I NEED’…Our orientation to each other would be softer, with heart-felt empathy, compassion and kindness as we would Universally ‘real-eyes’ that we are literally ‘all ONE’, planetary Sisters and Brothers with each other and with all plant and animal fellow Earthlings…It would be impossible to judge one another for we would know what we think of anyone is what we will think of our self…We would ALLOW OTHERS and HONOUR OURSELVES and live from happy hearts and relaxed minds and passionate vision…Fresh, clean air and pure, sparkling water and scrumptious, living food would be our path…Beauty by Nature- the shimmer of a Dragonflies wings, the rapture of a sunset, the power of a thunderstorm, the whisper of a breeze…would be cherished as our way of life…We would all joyfully share our Bounty with one another for there would be no borders, and our magical fruit trees and glorious gardens would be Harvested and shared in communal CELEBRATION.

…Meditation would be the first step in any conflict where mediation was needed be it internally or externally, which of course would automatically shift our perspective so that what first seemed a problem was actually just a mis-take or illusion; In its place would now be an opportunity, a call to love even deeper…Our Purpose would be our HEART’S DESIRE, whatever that is for each one of us, and the fulfillment of that calling would create TRUE HAPPINESS for everyone, for that is how magical Life is when we live in alignment and follow our Bliss…Hunger and pollution and greed and poverty would not exist because this world is a Well-Spring of ABUNDANCE and PROSPERITY~ Beauty, Truth and Goodness overflow here, and everything we need we can have if we BE-LIVE it…I play and tell my children that Life is like Playdough~ We make of it what we WILL…All the forces of Goodwill, all the Angels stand at our attention just waiting be asked to assist us…If I were Queen of the Universe, LOVE would be our COMPASS and worry, stress, dis-ease and fear would fade away as the golden Sun melts the silent frost under which Spring flowers bloom and smile up at us their radiance…I AM a Queen of my Uni-Verse, our ONE SONG, which is sung by the rain, the waves, and the shiver of leaves in the wind which carries the scent of apple blossoms and lavender sprigs over the fields and plains and majestic mountains; We all are Queens and Kings, Goddesses and Emperors…Paradise IS everywhere…Delicious and sensuous, alive and free, resonating within every one of us who is unencumbered and inviting, gleeful and grateful…Bask in the full moon, lay on the grass, talk to all creatures and sit with the trees…Its a beauty-full world, with everything we need, Here and Now. This is my Paradise…What is yours..?
Woman on Beach

Extreme Self-Care

Tuesday, May 19th, 2009 by Stacey

Do you look after yourself? I mean really look after yourself? Extremely well?

Do I? Well, aah, no, I don’t. But I am in the process of very, very positive change.

My tendency, for many years, has been to immerse myself thoroughly in my work - work that I love (including the “work” of mothering). I adore working passionately on something that thrills me; in fact, most of the time it doesn’t even feel like work.

But that somewhat narrow focus has often resulted in me neglecting other areas of life; namely, my health.

With health being a cornerstone for almost every other area of life, this ended up being a problem for me. Cue back surgery in November of 2007. Ouch.

What is it they say? That if you don’t listen to messages from Universe/God/the Divine that first come as a tickle, and then a tap, you end up getting a sledgehammer? Yuh, well, that’s what happened to me.

The worst part was, I knew this wasn’t the example I wanted to set for my daughters. Better than that, I also knew I wanted to be an inspiration, not just a good example.

Listen to me, seriously. Looking after yourself is your most important job. Yes, you are a mother, you might be a wife or partner, you might have work outside the home, you might have a million and one other hats that you wear, but it is only by being the “best you” that you can truly give to others.

If you’re a regular reader of Raw Mom, this is something you’ve heard before, but has it really permeated your consciousness? Do you feel that you have to be all things to all people and that you must always put yourself last?

For me, being your “best you” isn’t just so that you can serve others - what about the fact that you’re a human being (or, more accurately, a spiritual being in a human body)? What’s wrong with caring for yourself just… because? Because each and every one of us is a unique embodiment of Source, and deserves to live a rich, wonderful life?

If this is an issue that you’re struggling with, I highly recommend a gorgeous book by Cheryl Richardson, called  The Art of Extreme Self-Care: Transform Your Life One Month at a Time (recently published by that wonderful, enlightened publishing company, Hay House). Cheryl takes you through 12 strategies - one for each month of a year - to help put yourself back on your priority list.

One of the most valuable lessons I’ve learned from this book is about adding a sense of nurturing rhythm to the days of your life - I love that! Other topics, among others, include learning to really love yourself; reducing contact with negative/toxic people; making your home a sanctuary, listening to your body and taking charge of your health (a well-thumbed chapter for me); finding and expressing your passions; and effective, respectful ways of  saying “no” (a biggie for some of us!).

At the end of each chapter, Cheryl lists a few resources - websites, audios, or books - that she’s found helpful.

The idea of looking after ourselves shouldn’t need to be called “extreme”, but, for many of us, it’s a radical concept. Until recently, it’s been that way for me, but I’ve gotta tell ya - it feels SO good when you look after yourself properly.

I like to think that my girls will thank me for this, in years to come…

Love, hugs & wishes for the very best for you.

Till next week!

Jo

Getting Candid With Mama Diva: Veronika Robinson

Monday, May 18th, 2009 by Jamie Abrams

Robinsonfamilymay16th2009GlassonbyI have been familiar with Veronika Robinson’s motherly handiwork for quite some time.  She is a vivacious wife to Paul and mama to Bethany (13) and Eliza (11), based in Cumbria, UK.  However, her integrity and loving commitment to raising children surpasses any of her other worldly achievements. Veronika has even been labelled as an “Extraordinary Breastfeeder” in the UK.  She is author of several books including The Drinks Are On Me : Everything your mother never told you about breastfeeding, which is a superb read. But I think Veronika is most popular for her international-selling magazine The Mother, the ethos of which is one of supporting a holistic attachment parenting style (fertility awareness, conscious conception, peaceful pregnancy, ecstatic birthing, natural immunity and more!). Without further adieux I introduce you to Veronika Robinson ~ Über Mama.

Veronika, briefly how did you come to embrace your Earth-loving lifestyle?

As a toddler, I could be found playing among the plants in our garden. We lived at the edge of a city in the suburbs, and my older siblings would take me to a place called Dead Horse creek (awful name, beautiful place), and we’d spend hours jumping from the trees into the pond. Our garden had a large passion fruit vine and I would literally spend hours sitting there, breaking each fruit open with my teeth, and sucking the seeds out.

At six, my parents moved us to a 700 hundred acre property (on the Darling Downs, Queensland, Australia), and my love affair with Mother Earth became my life. I was always up trees, riding horses high into the  mountains and camping overnight, swimming in creeks, picking fruits and herbs from our huge garden, sucking the end of honeysuckle flowers. My mother’s love of the Earth was pivotal in shaping me. She spent every day outside ~ easy to do in sunny Australia! ~ nurturing our garden. She fed us foods she’d grown, tended any ailments naturally, and never took us to doctors.

Becoming a parent meant drawing upon a lifetime of Earth wisdom passed to me from my mother. I’m always learning, and have so much more I’d like to learn, but on a day to day basis, being able to get outside and just ‘be’ with my plants, soil and the visiting wildlife is sustenance to my soul.

In your book you mention that you eat a plant-based diet, but don’t say whether your two beautiful girls and hunky hub go along the same approach. Can you elaborate on this? How long have you nourished yourself / family in this manner? How easy/difficult have you found it?

Yes, they do. Just before I met my husband, I’d drawn up a long list of what Mr Right would be like, and near the top of the list was ‘vegetarian’. You can imagine how thrilled I was when I discovered he didn’t eat animals. Over the years I’ve alternated between being vegan and having the odd egg or cheese, and although I was vegan for my pregnancy with Bethany, the second the sperm and egg collided at Eliza’s conception, I couldn’t eat enough eggs and cheese.

We’re all vegan. There’s no difficulty in eating this way at home, but when we go travelling it requires a lot of forethought, in either looking for places online before we leave or taking plenty of our own food. We love to make food in this house, and eating out is increasingly becoming a disappointment.

Nutritional supplements tend to be in hot debate in the health field. Which do you and your family use – if any?

No doubt it’s hotly debated because it raises the issue of the awfully unnatural lives we lead, and beggars the question: why don’t you attend to the root, rather than the symptom?

We start our day (breakfast) with a smoothie made from E3 Renew Me. It’s ridiculously expensive, and I always breathe deeply when I buy it, but it’s both a short and long term investment in my family’s health. I’m constantly disappointed by the quality of fruit and veg in this country. We’ve a great organic fruit and vegetable farmers’ market in our local town, but even there I find myself not buying things because I doubt they’ll ripen fully. When you’ve been raised in the sub-tropics and actually know what ripe fruit tastes like, it’s instinctual to decline certain fruits in the UK. I don’t know why, but I’m still shocked that the English can think a rock hard green mango is ripe! No, a ripe mango is yellow/orange, can be smelt from several paces away, and is so lush and juicy that the only place you can eat it is naked in the bathtub. Anything that doesn’t involve such measures is not ripe. Unfortunately, mangoes are my favourite food in the world ~ and a pleasure I rarely have.

Who inspired your plant-based diet?
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I chose to become vegetarian when I was five. One morning I woke up and declared that I was no longer going to eat animals.
Although we had cooked food growing up, my mum squeezed us a fresh orange juice every morning, and we always came home from school to a large plate of salad.

Who do you especially admire in the gastronomic realm?

Sadly, very few, including the raw food world, as some of them really don’t walk the talk. They tell their admiring public one thing, and live lives that are at odds with that information. I do, however, feel that Gabriel Cousins (author of Conscious Eating) is authentic and always enjoy his writings.

What does your family eat on a typical day?

There’s no typical day, and it depends on the day of week. The further away it is from Tuesday (fruit and veg market day) the fewer greens there are, for example, though I plan to have plenty in the garden from June to October. I really dislike buying fruit and veg from a supermarket, even the organic ones ~ laden in plastic.

This morning we started the day with blueberries and strawberries, and had our breakfast smoothie (algae) for morning tea instead. At lunch the family had a plate of various dark leafy greens, grated carrot, yellow pepper, tomato, cucumber, grated broccoli and alfalfa sprouts. I had a juice with greens, ginger, carrot, apple and pear.

I’ve got my eye on a lovely ripe avocado, which I’ll include in tonight’s salad, and we’ll have grilled aubergine to accompany it.

No pun intended, but how do you nurse your spirit and keep motivated? What spiritual disciplines do you practice – if any?

There’s no typical day, and like life, disciplines and practices change.
I start the day with about half an hour’s quiet, contemplative time. This morning I wrote Morning Pages (3 foolscap pages based on the Artist’s Way to unleash one’s creativity), I went for a brisk one hour walk with the family, did 70 minutes of Yin yoga, and had a vegetable juice for lunch to give my digestive tract a bit of space. During the rest of the day, I’ve got to find the time and space to do a full-time job (editing The Mother magazine ~ answering emails is a full-time job in itself!), there are home educated children to nurture, a husband to smile at from time to time, and I’d like to visit a friend up the road. She has two toddlers and I know how very long the day can seem when you’re ‘home alone’ with children. In the evening, I will most definitely read a book to keep me inspired, such as Romancing the Ordinary.

My family and I have fortnightly chiropractic. This is to keep the nervous system open and responsive.

Music is one of the greatest foods for my soul, as well as solitude.

I love to learn more about others and myself through the Enneagram and psychological astrology. It’s made an extraordinary difference to how I see others. Rather than putting people into a box, it allows us to step out of the boxes we create for ourselves: in short, to take responsibility for how we act.
As a child, I practised yoga with my mother, and again when I was pregnant. It’s a recent addition to my life, and I regret not having kept it up after my pregnancy. I was ‘forced’ into yoga because my body increasingly ‘yelled’ at me to do something to compensate for all the computer hours I’m required to do for my job. Day after day I’d come to the computer chair and my body said ‘no’. I’ve ignored this for so long, and ended up in excruciating pain for most of the past seven years.

The beautiful side-effect of yoga is that although the benefits to my back are immeasurable, it’s also brought a deep calmness to me and in the way I see things. Every mother deserves this in her life, especially when her children are young.

How would you best describe your life philosophy?

Live simply, so that others may simply live.

Veronika, you whole-heartedly embody attachment parenting. What are your thoughts on the disconnected parenting that has become so prevalent in our Western society?Tm_34

It breaks my heart. Every time I go to town and hear a baby crying, or see a toddler being slapped or bullied by a parent, I die inside. The vast majority of people have no concept that the way we parent our children is the foundation of the society we live in. If you don’t have the time to love, cherish, nurture and meet the biological needs of your children, then you should leave population growth to someone else. It may sound black and white, but the bottom line is: disconnected parenting is EVERYONE’S problem. We all pay the price for such abuse and neglect.

The trouble is, in such an emotionally backward country like Britain, you can leave your baby in a pram or car seat all day with a dummy in the mouth, and topped up with formula milk and no one says a word. Put the focus on a woman who naturally nurtures her child with full-term breastfeeding, and the whole country cries ‘paedophile!!’ How we begin to put back the pieces to creating whole, happy human beings happens one baby at a time, one mother at a time. It’s like starting to build humanity all over again ~ dismantling prejudices and ignorance.

What are your feelings / thoughts on dummy/pacifier use?

Agggh. Do I really have to answer that? They’re called dummies for a reason. They ‘dummify’ us. It’s not just the baby who has to ‘shut up’ (AND CLOSE DOWN) ~ it’s also the mother.

There’s an amazing circuit of energy that disintegrates between mother and child when we start using artificial substitutes.

Dummies take 750 years to decompose. If a mother isn’t moved by the impact of that on this Earth, she’s pretty unlikely to be connected to her baby either. Cultures which hold the mother and child bond as sacred, also hold the Earth as sacred.

Sometimes even breastfeeding mothers will say that their child needed a dummy because s/he wanted to ‘suck all day’. Yeah, that’s what little babies do! I find that the more connected a mother is to her baby (i.e. emotionally and physically present), the less likely babe will want to suckle all the time (unless the baby is teething, in which case they’ll seek out this natural analgaesic). Babies have their own ways of seeking attachment, and learning to surrender to the art of conscious mothering makes the job a whole lot easier.

How would you best describe the link between breastfeeding and sexuality?Drinks_front

Cor, the last time I attempted to answer something like this I was shot down in flames. People don’t want to hear that breastfeeding is linked to sexuality, because they think it means ‘sex’ and that you want to have sex with your baby/child or partner.

We are sexual beings, from top to toe. There’s no denying it, though most people sabotage, abuse or denigrate it in all sorts of ways. We have a ‘creative energy’ into something with evil, deadly or dangerous dimensions.
Breastfeeding is designed to be pleasurable ~ for mum and baby. That it’s not for so many women is a good indication of how warped we are, culturally, when it comes to body pleasure.

Michel Odent’s book The Functions of Orgasms is vital reading. He thoroughly explains the ‘orgasm’ of breastfeeding ~ the beautiful, biological ability to experience climactic transcendence due to the hormonal surges of breastfeeding. These words, powerful and true as they are, are unlikely to fall on listening ears for many years.

What words of wisdom you would share with moms who are going raw and raising families in the area of breastfeeding and attachment parenting?

Always listen to your own instincts. They’re there, they’re powerful, and they’ll always guide you if you get your ego out of the way, and blank out our culture’s messages.

In terms of how much raw food you bring into your life, remember it’s not a religion and it’s certainly not a competition. Some of the biggest names in the raw food world are not ‘all raw’ behind the scenes, either in their own diet or what they feed their children, so don’t use them as your yard stick.
Always make your decisions on what feels right for you and your family, and never because of what someone else might think.

We’re all human, and there are times when our hunger goes way beyond food and into old, old emotional wounds. These are the times we seek out less than nourishing products and habits. Nurture yourself lovingly through these times. This can be especially true as a parent, because our children bring up all our childhood wounds for healing.

Beware of gurus, especially those within the attachment parenting field, e.g. proponents of Aware Parenting, who espouse controlled crying but within a mother’s arms. This is biologically wrong and very harmful to the baby.

Any recipes or food tips you can share with us?

I love salads, and shy away from raw foods that are sitting in dehydrators for days on end ~ which have me drinking water for Britain ~ or require industrial strength food processors. I love leafy green salads, and like to play with them by adding something unexpected, like strawberries or borage flowers. Often when we have visitors, even if there’s cooked food on offer, they’ll always comment on the salads, probably because most people think of iceberg and cucumber.

We had a potluck last night at a friend’s house, and the salad contained lots of rocket, baby pak choi, red bartlett pear, strawberry, and sunflower seeds.
I love variety and different textures, such as thinly sliced cucumber, lemon juice, fresh spearmint leaves and a sprinkle of sesame seeds or grated carrot, sultanas, sprouted chickpeas, and a dash of pineapple juice.

Lastly, what new projects are in the pipeline that you would like to share with us?

I’m working on a few books at the moment. One is our home educating journey as a family, particularly the aspect of autonomy and freedom in learning. Another book is on natural weaning (child-led weaning and biological expectations) and the third is on the spirituality of breastfeeding. There are some other books I’m plodding along on, such as holistic menstruation, natural remedies and living with the continuum-concept in the modern world. Now, where was that 48 hour day?

Veronika, thank you so much for taking time out of your busy schedule to get candid on topics that are so important to us as mothers.

For more information or to keep up with this hardworking Mama’s luscious  work visit: www.veronikarobinson.com or www.themothermagazine.co.uk

A REAL TREAT FOR US BUSY MOMS!

Wednesday, May 13th, 2009 by admin

Deserts by Ani PhyoI received a copy of Ani Pyo’s new recipe book for Mother’s Day and I am so excited about it because of how amazingly mom and kid-friendly it is! The recipes are undeniably delicious, but even more importantly is how easy and fast they are so we are more likely to actually find time to use this book.

I am in the middle of preparing everything for our exciting RAW MOM SUMMIT
(see below our special MOTHER’S DAY ANNOUNCEMENT video for a SNEAK PEAK)
and yet I just made one of Ani’s recipes and in a JIFFY!

Deserts by Ani PhyoLandon and Liam arrived home and had a slice for their after-school snack and were so happy at the look and texture and flavour of it (they don’t always like nut-based raw desserts, especially chocolate ones) yet they LOVED this.

Ani is currently doing an online book tour and you can listen to our 10 minute interview:


Here is the recipe:

RASBERRY GANACHE FUDGE CAKE~


CAKE
3 c walnuts
2/3 C cacao or carob powder
1/4 t salt
1 C pitted Medjool dates
Process the nuts into a fine ground, add everything and mix well but do not over-process. Form into two round cakes

FROSTING
1/3 C Medjool dates
1/4 c agave
1/2 ripe avocado
1/3 cacao powder
(I also used 1 T coconut oil)
Process until creamy

FILLING
berries

Its that easy!

To order your own copy of this sweet little treasure, go to www.aniphyo.com

xo Raw Mom Shannon

A Special Mother's Day Announcement

Sunday, May 10th, 2009 by admin

The Invisible Mother: Happy Mother's Day from Shannon Leone

Saturday, May 9th, 2009 by Lisa

Happy mother’s day, you gorgeous gals!!!
How many of us un-sung Sheroes can relate to this…

It started to happen gradually…

One day I was walking my son Jake to school. I was holding his hand and we were about to cross the street when the crossing guard said to him, “Who is that with you, young fella?”

“Nobody,” he shrugged.

Nobody? The crossing guard and I laughed. My son is only five, but as we crossed the street I thought, oh my goodness, nobody?
I would walk into a room and no one would notice. I would say something to my family, like “Turn the TV down, please.” And nothing would happen. Nobody would get up, or even make a move for the remote. I would stand there for a minute, and then I would say again, a little louder, “Would someone turn the TV down?” Nothing.

Just the other night my husband and I were out to a party. We’d been there for about three hours and I was ready to leave. I noticed he was talking to a friend from work. So I walked over, and when there was a break in the conversation, I whispered, “I’m ready to go when you are.” He just kept right on talking.

That’s when I started putting all the pieces together. I don’t think he can see me. I don’t think anyone can see me.

I’m invisible.

It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I’m on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I’m thinking, “Can’t you see I’m on the phone?” Obviously not. No one can see if I’m on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.

I’m invisible.

Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more.

Can you fix this?

Can you tie this?

Can you open this?

Some days I’m not a pair of hands; I’m not even a human being.

I’m a clock to ask, “What time is it?”

I’m a satellite guide to answer, “What number is the Disney Channel?”

I’m a car to order, “Right around 5:30, please.”

I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again.

She’s going…she’s going…she’s gone!

One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out of style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean. My unwashed hair was pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package and said, “I brought you this.It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn’t exactly sure why she’d given it to me until I read her inscription. “To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.”
In the days ahead I would read, no, devour, the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I would pattern my work:

  • No one can say who built the great Cathedrals-we have no record of their names.
  • These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished.
  • They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.
  • The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.

A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, “Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.”

shannon-carrying-liamAnd the workman replied, “Because God sees.”

I closed the book, feeling the missing piece just push into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, “I see you Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one else does. No act of kindness you’ve done, no sequin you’ve sewn on, no cupcake you’ve baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can’t see right now what it will become.”

At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn, pride.

I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who will show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.

When I really think about it, I don’t want my son to tell the friend he’s bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, “My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for 3 hours and presses all the linens for the table.” That would mean I’d built a shrine or monument to myself. I just want him to come home. And then if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, “You’re gonna love it here.”

As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we’re doing it right. And one day it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.

Excerpt from The Invisible Woman  By Nicole Johnson

Excerpt shared with permission. The Invisible Woman, Nicole Johnson, 2005,
Thomas Nelson Inc., Nashville, Tennessee.  All rights reserved. For more
information, check out the author’s Web site at www.freshbrewedlife.com


If that one brought a tear, these will make ya smile!


Answers given by 2nd grade school children to the following questions:

nusing-landon-with-momWHY DID GOD MAKE MOTHERS?

1.  She’s the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
2.  Mostly to clean the house.
3.  To help us out of there when we were getting born.

HOW DID GOD MAKE MOTHERS?

1.  He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
2.  Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.
3.  God made my mom just the same like he made me.  He just used bigger parts.

WHAT INGREDIENTS ARE MOTHERS MADE OF?

1.  God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.
2.  They had to get their start from men’s bones.  Then they mostly use string, I think.

WHY DID GOD GIVE YOU YOUR MOTHER AND NOT SOME OTHER MOM?

1.  We’re related.
2.  God knew she likes me a lot more than other people’s mom like me.

WHAT KIND OF A LITTLE GIRL WAS YOUR MOM?

1.  My mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff.
2.  I don’t know because I wasn’t there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.
3.  They say she used to be nice.

WHAT DID MOM NEED TO KNOW ABOUT DAD BEFORE SHE MARRIED HIM?

1.  His last name.
2.  She had to know his background.  Like is he a crook?  Does he get drunk on beer?
3.  Does he make at least $800 a year?  Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?

WHY DID YOUR MOM MARRY YOUR DAD?

1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world.  And my mom eats a lot.
2. She got too old to do anything else with him.
3.  My grandma says that mom didn’t have her thinking cap on.

me-n-me-boyzWHO’S THE BOSS AT YOUR HOUSE?

1.  Mom doesn’t want to be boss, but she has to because dad’s such a goof ball.
2.  Mom.  You can tell by room inspection.  She sees the stuff under the bed.
3.  I guess mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.

WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN MOMS AND DADS?

1.  Moms work at work and work at home and dads just go to work at work.
2.  Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.
3.  Dads are taller and stronger, but moms have all the real power ’cause that’s who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friends.
4.  Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.

WHAT DOES YOUR MOM DO IN HER SPARE TIME?

1.  Mothers don’t do spare time.
2.  To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.

WHAT WOULD IT TAKE TO MAKE YOUR MOM PERFECT?

1.  On the inside she’s already perfect.  Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.
2.  Diet.  You know, her hair.  I’d diet, maybe blue.

IF YOU COULD CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR MOM, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

1.  She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean.  I’d get rid of that.
2.  I’d make my mom smarter.  Then she would know it was my sister who did it not me.
3.  I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head.

Xo Raw Mom Shannon

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.

HAPPY KIDS ARE BUSY KIDS! by Shannon Leone

Monday, May 4th, 2009 by Lisa

Sometimes being a raw mom feels like double-duty- doing everything on top of making everything we eat from scratch, and then trying to get our brood to eat it!  I can say from experience ‘been there done that’ so I can honestly say #1 IT GET’S EASIER and #2 IT’S TOTALLY WORTH IT! First of all, it pays of in so many ways: I literally haven’t had a sick child in YEARS!  They are both crazy active, and completely free of any health complaints.  Next, EMOTIONALLY it is the difference between night and day between raising a child on the Standard American Diet with an over emphasis on protein and cooked foods not to mention all the processed food like ‘pizza’ or worse, junk food which is mostly just chemicals as opposed to simple, natural, real food. Poor kids.  They get a bad attitude because they feel sooooo crappy, and then they get low grades in school and have socialization problems, and just cannot function properly.  It has happened that during holidays or other times when we would ‘fall off the wagon’ for a party or celebration, and naturally go overboard on sugar and cooked options, we all notice the difference immediately.  We all become agitated and restless and bored and moody- not natural for us usually.  In fact, its ridiculous how calm, caring and fun to be around both the kids are when their diet is excellent and we are all just enjoying life. By the way, Moms, this works best as a lifestyle and not just a diet per se.  So, ensuring enough exercise and outdoor time and enough rest/sleep and the right kind of stimulation out in Nature and not too much media, etc., makes a BIG difference too. The amazing thing to remember is that kids LOVE to help, to be involved and to participate in whatever is happening.  I have made it really clear that although I take-on most of the shopping and food prep, that I am not running a hotel or restaurant and their help is needed and appreciated.  It’s a family or team spirit to makes sure that Mom isn’t overworked or feeling really resentful and tired.  I consider children after the age of 5 to be great additions to the ‘workforce’ within the home.  A household just doesn’t run well with ONE PERSON doing all the work!  It isn’t fair or just, and no one would be able to feel good about it.  Having chores and looking after our home together is a bonding experience and a great skill to learn.  LAUNDRY, FOOD PREP, TIDYING, VACCUMING, SWEEPING, DUSTING, FILLING SPICE RACKS, everything is an opportunity to contribute and make a difference.  Let your family know all the different daily and weekly chores, and start asking for input from everyone on a regular basis.  Moms are precious and important too!  And kids whom are given real-life opportunities to contribute and be involved are proud of their efforts and feel good about themselves.


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