Sunday, December 23, 2012

If I were to send a Christmas card . . .



When James and I got married, we sent out artistic, handmade wedding invitations thanks to my dear friend Leilani and her boundless creativity.

When James and I moved to Uganda, we created a beautiful newsletter with the help of our talented friend Jonathan and mailed it to practically everyone we knew.

When Judah was born, we sent out a birth announcement--again, with the help of Jonathan for the fun photos.

When Judah was around 18 months old, we had family pictures made by our budding-photographer friend Lillian. She designed a fun Christmas card, which we sent out along with a "Happy Dances" DVD that her husband Chris put together for us.

When Miriam was born, we sent out a birth announcement--again thanks to Lillian's photography and graphic design skills, now already at a professional level.

When Nadia was born, we didn't even send thank-you notes.

What happened?

I had fully intended to mail a birth announcement. I even had some newborn pictures made by Sandy Shaffer, who took my first-ever maternity pictures when I was pregnant with Judah. I fully intended to hand-write thank-you notes and send them with the announcement. I have a list of dear friends who blessed me immensely with gifts and visits and meals and words of encouragement and acts of service . . . but I failed.

I failed to do much at all the year after Nadia was born.

Honestly, I was facing some pretty tough postpartum depression. It didn't lift for an entire year. I started to feel a little better after about six months, but it was fully a year before I felt like myself again.

I've thought for the past two years about sending out Christmas cards that say something like this:

We had a baby!

She's almost three.

Nadia Ruth Todd
born April 7, 2010

http://wjphotography.net

I don't even remember how much she weighed or how long she was. Truthfully, I don't always remember her birthday. Like my friend Lisa, who was also born on April 7, I want to say April 6. And often do. It's embarrassing. All I really remember is that she was my breech baby who needed to be born via C-section and it took a ridiculously long time to recover. We snuggled a lot that first year. Rested and snuggled. And read books. And played dress-up.



The Christmas card would continue with a list of things that have happened in our lives since the birth of sweet Nadia Ruth . . . things like the trips we made this year to visit family in Florida . . . how the kids got to meet their great-grandma for the first time . . . how Judah has taken an interest in fencing as well as acting . . . and how Miriam is still dancing with Rejoice and has started taking another dance class with a former student of mine from New Song Christian Academy, Isabella Kearny . . . how she is LOVING her one-day-a-week kindergarten tutorial . . . how much we're enjoying the home education journey and reading lots of great books . . . how this year marked 20 years since I graduated high school and my parents' 40th wedding anniversary . . . how my family, instead of doing theater this year, appeared in a commercial and a documentary . . . how I discovered Beyond Organic and did my first cleanse and got hooked on all the nutrient-dense, high-probiotic yumminess, and love it more now than I did a year ago . . . and it would most certainly include a personal note of thanks for the cards, meals, visits, gifts, etc. that were bestowed upon us during the weeks following Nadia's birth, nearly three years ago now. And, of course, it would wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

I never do it.

As my mom and sister will tell you, I'm an all-or-nothing kind of gal. If I don't have something professional-looking to send, I won't send anything. If I can't sit down to write all the notes at one time (and have everything I need to get them out--the list of people to thank, what I'm thanking them for, the beautiful cards, the envelopes, the addresses, the stamps . . . ) It will never happen. It remains an unmaterialized idea indefinitely.

I have a gorgeous picture of sweet Nadia Ruth with our very first Christmas tree ever. It would make a tremendous Christmas card. I think. But what if the print quality is off? What if it only looks good digitally on a lighted screen? These are the things that lead to my creative paralysis.

And then I feel like I need to explain why we never had a tree. Never had the desire. Never saw the point. Never had the space. Didn't care. Until I had children and moved into a house with 1) space to put up a tree, and 2) space to store a tree. And my parents gave me their tree--and all the decorations to go with it. So the year that we moved into our new house (exactly one year ago this month), I put up my very first Christmas tree ever (as a grown up). My dear friend RoseMarie came over to help, and I even called my dad for help as I was putting it all together. It looked lovely. The kids were visiting my parents and came home to their very first Christmas tree ever. The excitement was tangible. That night I got a picture of Nadia in a tutu, reaching for an ornament on the tree. It's magical.



This year Miriam asked me, "Mom, why do people put up Christmas trees?"

I said, "I don't know, baby, but the tradition had to start somewhere with someone, didn't it? Maybe we could find out."

She replied, "Maybe it's because the bad men who killed Jesus nailed him to a tree. Do you think that's why? So people will remember?"

This child asks questions and offers some of the most well-thought-out answers . . . just the other day she asked me why Daddy was so much more stern with them than I was, and, of course, I said, "I don't know, baby" (my standard answer for deep questions like these), and she says, "I think it's because you still have your mother, but Daddy doesn't have his mother anymore."

She thinks. She wonders. She offers some of the most beautiful and grace-filled explanations. She melts my heart. She turned six last week. Two-hands needed for that number. Sweet, sweet Miriam. I love that girl.



And Nadia. A friend described Nadia last night as "very advanced for a four-year-old . . . but she's two." When I told my mom and sister what my friend said, they both remarked that Nadia doesn't "baby talk." I'm always in awe of how expressive she is and how articulate. I seem to produce highly articulate children. I like that.

My first-born auditioned for a play and landed the role of 9-year-old Jesse in "Distracted" with the Tennessee Women's Theater Project. This will be his first paid role. He is THRILLED. I do need to offer a word of caution, however, that this play, while it is certainly for families, is not family-friendly. Please don't plan to bring your children to this one. Seriously. Your teenagers or college-aged students, maybe, but no kiddos. Too many mature themes and coarse language.

We auditioned together since TWTP was looking for both a mom in her late-30's to early-40's and a 9-year-old boy. Thanks to the utterly remarkable Kristen Chipman, we had same-day headshots, homemade pumpkin soup, childcare for the girls, and Costco prints in hand as we headed to our audition. She made that entire day possible, and I don't know what on earth I would have done without her.





January and February will be very theater-centric months for us because not only did Judah land a role in a play, but so did Miriam! She auditioned for "The Barefoot Children of the City of Ward" with The Theater Bug, and was cast as Little. This show actually has two casts--Which cast and What cast--since she is in Which cast, she will be performing from January 31-February 3.

Judah's play runs February 22-March 10, and right in the middle of that, he will turn nine.

A month later I will be the mom of three children: 3, 6, and 9.

The year will be 2013.

In October, I will turn 39.

So many odd numbers. I wonder if it will be an odd year.

Back to the Christmas card. If I sent one, I would also want to include a picture of our family. This one was taken last year by Jill Batson. It hangs above our fireplace and makes my heart happy.



So, here's to an odd 2013 and the materialization of creative ideas.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

By the way, we're having an open-house on New Year's Eve if you'd like to stop by for some fun, food, fellowship, and other things that don't begin with the letter "F." Games, for instance. And cheese.









Thursday, November 15, 2012

On Apples and Arrows

On the recommendation of a trusted friend, I took Judah and Nadia to the Linden Waldorf School "Elves Faire."(Miriam was busy with her Daddy doing all sorts of other things--a kettlebell class, a Publix run, a visit to the Farmer's Market, etc.)

Armed with $15 worth of $1 tickets, Judah took off toward the archery booth. After shooting five arrows with his first two tickets, he moved on to the rope ladder. After that, he was off to the climbing wall.

Nadia and I cheered him on as he made his way up the wall with some serious spider skill. He was up in no time. The volunteer dad offered to let him climb it a second time. When he asked for the most difficult part of the wall, he was routed to the other side. This one took a little bit more time to scale, but the volunteer dad assured me that he was doing a great job. In fact, several kids who were taller than he was weren't able to get up that side. Beside him, a little girl had made it to the top but was too afraid to let go and belay down. Scared, she cried and cried and just kept holding on. Judah climbed up (again) and showed her how to let go and ease down. He climbed back up and offered to hold her hand. He climbed up a fourth time and showed her how slowly she would come down if she would just let go. She never did.

I was so proud of that kid.

Then we were off to have a little snack, which Judah paid for in tickets.

Now, out of tickets, Judah began to climb other things. And . . . he found a $5 bill. So he bought more tickets. I found another ticket, which I gave to him. By the end of the day, he had found at least 12 more tickets, nearly all of which he spent on archery.

He was told that if he were to hit the apple with an arrow, he would not only get to keep the arrow, but he would also win a pie. He might be a little bit motivated by competition--and rewards.

Since he never hit the apple, he finally came to me.

"Mom, if I give you two tickets, will you shoot an apple and win a pie for me? I'll buy another treat for you and Nadia."

Sure. I'd try. I think the last time I shot a bow and arrow, though, was when I was 12. That was . . . too many years ago.

By this time, James had arrived with Miriam, so I convinced Judah to let her have some tickets, too. We lined up at the three stations: first Miriam, then Judah, and then me.

The volunteer dad behind me coached me through loading my arrow and standing properly. "Good form," he says. "Ready?"

I let the arrow fly.

Right into the apple.

On the first try.

I am my father's daughter.

I had four more arrows to launch, but only the second one hit another apple. I think I had too much nervous energy after that. Poor Judah didn't get his pie, though. They ran out too quickly. He did, however, get to walk to the van holding an apple with an arrow through it. He made eye-contact with everyone he met on our way out and felt like the envy of every (very impressed) little boy on campus. I have to admit, I was pretty delighted to walk out of there knowing that not only did I offer to shoot the arrow for my young son, but I also hit the apple with the first shot. Makes me feel like my own little apple didn't fall far from his tree.


He might have been a little younger in these pics. Hee hee hee!

Wednesdays are for Writing

Wendy reminded me that today is Wednesday. That means I'm to write.

I actually have two memories I want to capture from the past week. I'll post them separately.

The first one happened the night Miriam lied to me (again) about brushing her teeth. She's mostly a truthful child. She has very few character flaws. She is, to be quite honest, nearly perfect.

But when I ask her, "Did you brush your teeth?" She nods. Whether she brushed them or not.

Usually I keep asking questions:

Are you sure?
Can I check?
Come here and let me smell your breath.

She sighs. Then pivots around and heads back to the bathroom. This scene may play out more than once before I call in reinforcements. I can rest assured that she has brushed her teeth if Daddy is in there to supervise.

Once we get to the part of the night that teeth are being brushed, I'm ready for a break.

This particular night, I just stopped and asked her, with sincere sadness in my voice, "Why are you lying to me?"

She broke down. She ran into the other room and cried. And cried. It took her several minutes to regain her composure, and when Daddy told her she needed to make it right with Mommy, she lost it again.

Finally, she came over to me, I took a break from washing dishes, sat down on a kitchen chair, and forgave her. I told her that I wanted her to be honest with me and that I would always try to be honest with her.

We embraced.

She says, "Mom, I got a picture of that man who was going to sacrifice his child and then the angel came and said not to do it and offered him the sacrifice. And then they hugged for a really long time."

Precious girl.

Photo by Plaid LLama Studios



Saturday, November 10, 2012

My de-stress surprise.

My dear friend Ruthie posed a question on her blog that I kept thinking about even after I commented. She asked, "What do you do with the stress in your life? What are some of the things that you’ve found, that help you de-stress? "

Not so long ago, about a month or so, I felt like I needed to get the heck out of the house. I just needed a break--a moment of quiet. Peace. I felt over-stimulated and edgy. I just wanted OUT.

Now, let me preface this by saying it's rare--extremely rare--for my 8.5 year old son Judah to ask for music. In Daddy's car (Mommy's car no longer has a radio), he prefers talk radio to music stations. At home, he'd rather listen to an audio book than anything else. But on this particular day--on the day I needed OUT--he asked for a song. 

"Mom, I NEED to hear that song, 'Uncontainable.' Could you play it for me?" I've never played this song. Ever. I don't have a CD for it. I don't even really know all the words. But I know that we sing it sometimes at our church fellowship and maybe that's where he's heard it. (I found out later that he listens to it in the car with Daddy sometimes. That made me smile. I thought they mostly listened to NPR . . . which makes for some interesting conversations with my globally-minded son.)

I found the song on my fancy phone and handed it to Judah, who played it AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN. He belted out the words at the top of his lungs. He got on his knees and lifted his hands in worship to his Great God. 

Watching him give himself fully to The King of Kings in worship in my dining room/living room/kitchen, I melted. I started crying. I joined him. I was transported OUT: out of this realm and into another. All the stress left my body and I was at peace. 

Judah said to me, "Mom, I feel like I'm in another world when I'm singing this song." 

I offered, "That's because your spirit is connecting with God, who is also spirit. You're communing with God in a different realm."

He replied with tears in his eyes, "This is true happiness."

You are amazing, God. 




Thursday, November 8, 2012

On Contentment

We visited my grandma (my mom's mom) and Aunt Vicki (my mom's younger sister) this week in Ocala, Florida. The kids had never met their great-grandma and Aunt Vicki had never met her nieces. We ended up calling Grandma "Peacock Grandma" since we already have a "Coffee Grandma" and this Grandma not only loves coffee but also loves peacocks--and ice cream.

Aunt Vicki is affectionately named "My Favorite Aunt Vicki," which is what she trains all of her nieces and nephews and now great-nieces and great-nephews to call her. Judah asked me how she could possibly know she was his favorite since she didn't know Aunt Sarah or Aunt Heather, but it didn't take him long to chime in, too. Sweet Nadia Ruth not only loved her Favorite Aunt Vicki, but also MFAV's dog Nacho. Little Nacho is 18 years old. The first time Nadia met him she literally squeezed the poop out of him. Nothing like being "loved" by a 2 and a half year old.

Miriam connected beautifully with Peacock Grandma. I'm convinced that if we lived closer, she'd ask to visit her every day. Judah had a lot of fun with the residents at the assisted living home where Grandma stays. Ms. Lee and Ms. Pat were his favorites (see pictures on the next post). They got almost as many hugs as Grandma before we left. If not for Miriam, the hugs would have been evenly distributed. Miriam just didn't want to let go. Precious girl.

During our Sunday afternoon chat on her beautiful front porch, Aunt Vicki asked if I'm content being a stay-at-home-mom and homeschooling. I was able to answer honestly, "Yes." I'm not only content, but my current occupation fuels many of my days. Today, for instance, I read a Facebook post by a dear woman who is navigating the world of staying at home with a 3-year-old highly sensitive son and a 6-month-old daughter (it wasn't that long ago that I was doing the same!) She posted today about some anxiety he experienced at a gymnastics class. That got me to thinking about the anxiety I experienced just registering my children for their Sunday School classes at Aunt Vicki's (HUGE!!!) church. Then, in between reading children's books aloud to my three littles, I snuck in a few pages of some of the books that I pick up as encouragement along the way.

So often in our busy and hurried American culture, we attempt to adapt the child to new situations instead of adapting situations to fit the child (this is also why I enjoy homeschooling so much--each child is so different!)
This particular mom was asking about essential oils as a possible remedy for her son's social anxiety. I'm thinking, "Just don't take him to gymnastics and forego the prescription! He's just not ready!" But I remember how hard it is to want to do as much as possible--to fit in an array of opportunities and educational experiences and provide a full life for your beautiful little toddler--and how heartbreaking it is when it doesn't work out as expected. So I forwarded to her a private message that I wrote three years ago and e-mailed to another friend who was experiencing similar struggles with her son and his preschool.

In that e-mail, I reference Susan Schaeffer Macaulay's For the Children's Sake: Foundations of Education for Home and School. Since I was first introduced to this book by my dear friend and veteran homeschool mom Valda Christensen, I have tried to read it every year to help shape and then reinforce my educational philosophy. Parenting is tough. It's full-on. It's all day and sometimes all night. And I'm in it for the long-haul. But I need encouragement, and Ms. Macaulay has it for me--as does Carole Joy Seid, who introduced me to Dr. Raymond Moore, whose books I pick up and re-read from time to time.

In Chapter 2 of For the Children's Sake, entitled "Children Are Born Persons," (penned first by a certain Charlotte Mason, who lived well over 100 years ago and pioneered an educational movement in England which continues to ripple through 2012 all the way to Nashville, TN), we read: Look well at the child on your knee. In whatever condition you find him, look with reverence. We can only love and serve him and be his friend. We cannot own him. He is not ours (p. 13). I forget that. These children are entrusted to us by God. They are His. And what a mighty responsibility that is.

Macaulay goes on to say on p. 14, "Charlotte Mason rejects the utilitarian view of education and the conventional educational standards of her day. She challenges us instead to identify the child's actual needs and capacities; to serve him as he is, on the basis of what is right and good for him as a person. Will this perspective not produce a selfish, nonuseful member of society? No indeed. Not if we serve this person with true education.


Our journals ask with scorn, --'Is there no education but what is got out of books at school? Is not the lad who works in the fields getting an education?' and the public lacks the courage to say definitely, 'No, he is not,' because there is no clear notion current as to what education means, and how it is to be distinguished from vocational training. But the people begin to understand and to clamour for an education which  shall qualify their children for life rather than for earning a living. As a matter of fact, it is the person who has read and thought on many subjects who is, with the necessary training, the most capable whether in handling tools, drawing plans, or keeping books. The more of a person we succeed in making a child, the better will he both fulfil his own life and serve society (from Towards a Philosophy of Education, pp. 2, 3, quoted in For the Children's Sake, p. 14). 

It took some time and a quite a bit of reading and chatting with other parents and educators before I began to develop my own philosophy of education. "Charlotte Mason . . . a great educator . . . not only said that she treasured a child's mind, but she acted upon that belief. Charlotte Mason enjoyed sharing the good things of life with the eager minds of children" (p. 16). Ah. As do I: three in particular. And that makes these days fulfulling. Yes, I am content.

After college, I spent a few years teaching at a junior college. I didn't realize it then, but I was employing some of Ms. Mason's philosophies with my adult students. I knew most of them would never read any classic literature, so I read it to them. We didn't finish the entire book, but I had a few of them tell me later that although they were resistant at first, they loved the story and bought the book to be able to read it on their own. It was  A Separate Peace. Later, I taught at a homeschool tutorial two days per week. We read some rich literature, discussed it, fiddled around with grammar and syntax, wrote several different pieces, and I fell in love with homeschoolers. My heart opened up to children again. I warmed to the idea of being a Mom.

Now that many of my students are adults, I've asked them if they think I should homeschool my children. They know me. They know my children. They know what it is to be homeschooled. Every single one has responded with a resounding, "Yes."

I truly love these three little people whom God has entrusted to me and my husband, and I desire to serve them--not only with good food to eat and clothes to wear but also to nourish their minds and clothe their hearts. As Macaulay closes her first chapter of For the Children's Sake, "What Is Education?" I will close this post:
Let us really and truly be courageous. . . . One day we will stand before the Creator. Were we willing to give, serve, and sacrifice "for the children's sake"?

("For the Children's Sake" is the motto of the Charlotte Mason College, Ambleside, England.)

Is my life marked by giving, serving, and sacrificing for the sake of my children? Indeed, I hope so.

Photo by Beth Berger

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Kind: like you.

My friend Wendy and I occasionally encourage each other to write more. Last week we had one of those "we should write more" conversations. She sent me a blog post about journaling, and the next day, I happened to park next to a car that had a sign on the side of the door that said, "Why aren't you writing?" Of course I sent Wendy a picture.

I told Wendy I could commit to writing on Wednesdays since Wednesday starts with "W" and so does "Words"; therefore, "Words are for Wednesdays," which means I shall write. Ah, another "W." My computer says it's Wednesday even though I feel like it's Tuesday night, so here we are.

I've been thinking a lot lately about writing down how I describe my children to people who don't know them yet. I wonder if my current descriptions are going to be indicative of their future selves. We shall see. It's always interesting to find out how someone else describes you. In fact, little Miss Miriam surprised me recently with this little interaction:

Upon picking up Miriam from her kindergarten tutorial which she attends one day a week, she said, "Mom, my teacher was especially kind today. Most days she's kind of stern, but today, she was really kind. Like you." I was on the phone (with Wendy--I realize it seems like I'm in constant touch with this woman, but in reality, months can sneak by without communication, not unlike my blog . . . May??? I posted last in MAY? And it was a recipe. Wendy's right. I do need to write more. I digress . . . ) Because I was on the phone and needed to get through the pick-up line quickly, I thought she said, "UNlike you." I didn't say anything. I just wondered. Later on, she told me about how kind her teacher had been that day--again--but this time, there was no doubt. "Like you."

I could have hugged her and kissed her and cried and turned into a big wet sloppy puddle. But I didn't. I just smiled and said, "Thank you," in my sweetest voice and thought, "Is that really how she sees me? Really?" Now, I personally know Miriam's teacher, and she happens to be one of the sweetest women I've ever met. And yet, Miriam says she's "kind" . . . "like me." I think I need to let that one sink in: deep.

Granted, sometimes I'm fun (I do love theater and acting and dancing and being silly), but I can be pretty stern. I can be downright mean and scary. But Miriam sees me as kind. Even more so than her super sweet, lovely, one-day-a-week teacher. If I let myself, I could start crying even now.


OK, I have to mention one more Miriam story. (By the way, this photo of her was taken just a few hours ago at Olivia's Good News Cafe in Cool Springs. She's very intentionally eating a fruit crepe drizzled with dark chocolate. She just looked so . . . sweet--like Miriam--that I had to take a picture. She asked me later if that's what I was doing. She simply pretended not to notice. I love that girl.)

I had a few things I needed to return to the mall, so Miriam and I made a quick stop on our way home tonight.We passed by the mannequins at Charlotte Russe, which are particularly costumey right now and somewhat risqué and Miriam says, "Mom, I know you would NEVER dress like that." Then she pauses and says, matter-of-factly, "Well, maybe for a play." I had to laugh. Just last year I was in a play and dressed very similarly . . .

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Easy Black Bean Dip

Yet another recipe that I don't want to lose:

http://pinchmysalt.com/easy-black-bean-dip-with-whole-wheat-pita-chips/

I made the black bean dip (oh, so easy) but didn't make the chips. Turns out, it's really good turned into something of a seven-layer dip, served with corn tortilla chips or wrapped in a coconut wrap like a burrito, or tucked inside a quesadilla with a little Beyond Organic Green-fed Beef and melted cheese.

I made the dip in my blender, shredded some Beyond Organic Green-fed Really Raw Cheddar Cheese and sprinkled that on top, spread on some Eco-Garden's Salsa, then chopped some of my CSA veggies--green onions and beautifully colored lettuce, added a diced tomato and a little salt and pepper and took the dish to a homegroup cookout. What I had leftover, I ate for both lunch and dinner today. Each time it was a little different, but super yummy. And so easy!

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Gluten-free Crackers

I absolutely do NOT want to lose this recipe!


I first tried "Boo Boo's Gluten Free Crackers" at the West Nashville Farmer's Market. They're made by Lucy's Kitchen (if you've ever tried any of Lucy Rizzo's delightful kitchen concoctions, you know you're in for a real treat! She is most famous for her Lucy's Cheesecakes, which can be found at Whole Foods in Franklin and Green Hills, oh my!) Inspired by Lucy's crackers, I found this recipe online and modified it based on Lucy's ingredients list, adding flaxseed and rosemary, EVOO, and lemon zest. They were a huge hit!

And they're made with nuts, so they're a longer-burning fuel for your body. A few of these half a container of Lucy's famous chicken salad makes a terrific lunch!

Friday, March 30, 2012

Dr. Weston A. Price would be proud.

I have exciting foodie news to share and a reminder about the Eco-Gardens CSA . . .

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What if you could find greenfed beef and greenfed dairy--cheese and whey and yogurt-like beverages that are alive, lacto-fermented, cultured, and delicious . . . chocolate infused with probiotics, Omega 3's, and toasted flaxseed so that it's actually good for you . . . shipped directly to your door, saving both time and money . . . would you want to know more?

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Saturday, March 17, 2012

Life-Giving Food--at a discount!


You know how some people get so excited about something that they have to tell pretty much everyone they know? Well, I'm one of those people. I love to share a good thing, and I just got an e-mail about a promotion that Beyond Organic is running that would allow you to try most of their foods and beverages at a substantial discount . . . without any commitment. We are LOVING everything we've tried so far.

If you know anything at all about Jordan Rubin, then you know that he's all about excellence--no cutting corners and no nasty ingredients in ANYTHING. Everything in this Value Pack comes directly from his farm in Missouri except for the chocolate, which is done in small batches by 5th generation Italian chocolatiers. Jordan isn't willing to outsource the processing of the beef or the cheese, the whey beverages or the cultured, lacto-fermented yogurt/smoothie-like drink (the Amasai, which is like liquid gold at our house). Now is a great time to try it!

Oh, and if you're local, I'm helping to host a Beyond Organic tasting along with my friends Karissa and Amanda at The Good Cup in Franklin, TN. Come check it out at 6:30 this Sunday (tomorrow). It's going to be informative, fun, and super tasty!



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Monday, March 5, 2012

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Why I'm helping the American Center for Law and Justice (ACLJ) in their fundraising campaign against the Freedom of Choice Act (FOCA).

Repost from December 17, 2008.

"Legitimize this statement" re: Genocide

An open letter to my long-time friend and compatriot Patrick Layne:

Dear Patrick,

I had a dream about you a couple nights ago which reminded me that I have yet to respond to the comment you left on my blog. This might sound weird, but thank you for disagreeing with me—and not just in your head, but out loud. You are one of the friends I’ve had the longest, and I’m so honored that we’ve continued to remain friends even through major disagreements. My response to you has turned into another long blog post. I’m sure you’re not surprised.

This is the comment that you left on my post "A matter of life or death and a decision impacting generations":

While I have every option not to voice my opinion here as it is unlike all the rest posted here, I can't help but one million percent disagree with the notion that a "vote for Obama is a vote for genocide." Um, legitimize this statement. Roe v. Wade was legalized in 1973. Like it or not, it is the law of the U.S. I struggle to see how Obama will make abortion more legal than it already is. Abortion would almost certainly continued to have been legal had John McCain won the election. Would that have made a vote for McCain a vote for genocide?

In a nutshell, I believe I did legitimize my statement in my post, but I'll happily expound. In a nutshell, abortion was legal in the U.S. pre-Roe v. Wade. It would continue to be legal in some states if Roe v. Wade were overturned; however, other cases have opened wide the door to not only abortion, but also to infanticide, and that's where I believe genocide begins (as in the case of Nazi Germany which gradually moved from killing infants to three-year-olds to 17-year-olds to adults in fewer than ten years). I'll repost that section in this response.

President-Elect Obama supports not only abortion, but every form of abortion including partial birth abortion, which congress found to be "a gruesome and inhumane procedure that is never medically necessary and should be prohibited." Most partial birth abortions have been performed on babies during the second trimester, or after 20 weeks (five months), which is when the gender of the baby can be determined. Dr. Martin Haskell, the author of a paper outlining partial birth aboriton,"performed over 700 of these procedures" and in 1992 wrote that he "performs these procedures up to 32 weeks or more." A full-term baby is one who reaches 40 weeks on average, give or take two weeks; therefore, 20 weeks is half-way through the pregnancy.

Obama also opposed the Born Alive Infants Protection Act four times, which would proposed medical care for babies born alive during abortion attempts (that is outlined in my previous post, but I'll expound on it here, too).

Finally, he promises to sign the so-called “Freedom of Choice Act,” which would legalize partial-birth abortion and eliminate current restrictions on abortion, including requiring doctors who choose not to perform abortions to begin offering abortion services.

In January 2003, congress passed an act "to prohibit the procedure commonly known as partial-birth abortion":

SECTION 1. SHORT TITLE.

This Act may be cited as the `Partial-Birth Abortion Ban Act of 2003'.

SEC. 2. FINDINGS.

The Congress finds and declares the following:

(1) A moral, medical, and ethical consensus exists that the practice of performing a partial-birth abortion--an abortion in which a physician deliberately and intentionally vaginally delivers a living, unborn child's body until either the entire baby's head is outside the body of the mother, or any part of the baby's trunk past the navel is outside the body of the mother and only the head remains inside the womb, for the purpose of performing an overt act (usually the puncturing of the back of the child's skull and removing the baby's brains) that the person knows will kill the partially delivered infant, performs this act, and then completes delivery of the dead infant--is a gruesome and inhumane procedure that is never medically necessary and should be prohibited [boldface mine].

Before I go on, let me say that I sincerely hope and pray that I’m wrong. I really do. But I wholeheartedly believe what I wrote in my previous posts. I really do believe that our country is on a path toward socialism and, yes, even genocide. Maybe I’m crazy. I can live with that. But when I look at the cycles that other countries have experienced and when I consider that history repeats itself and when I think about the gradual changes that have been made with regard to the “pro-choice” movement, I can’t help but visualize our country, as early as 10 years from now, progressively legalizing horrific and barbaric “procedures” beginning with abortion and killing infants who are born alive during abortion attempts to eventually killing unwanted toddlers, teens, and adults. Remember the Nazi Germany example? I'll re-post it in a minute.

Back to Obama and his position on infanticide. His supporters like to point out that he said, with regard to the Born Alive Infants Protection Act, “if these are children who are being born alive, I, at least, have confidence that a doctor who is in that room is going to make sure that they're looked after." However, that statement is taken out of context. He uses clever semantics to distinguish between a "live birth" and an "abortion" before he references "children who are being born alive." You can read the full context of his statement on pages 31-34 of the State of Illinois 92nd General Assembly Regular Session Senate Transcript here:http://www.ilga.gov/senate/transcripts/strans92/ST040402.pdf.

If you will, just hang with me for a minute while I lead up to my point . . . on page 29 you'll find that the "Induced Birth Infant Liability Act," which became known as the "Born Alive Infants Protection Act" would "create a cause of action where medical care, as provided for in Senate Bill 1663, is not provided"http://www.ilga.gov/senate/transcripts/strans92/ST040402.pdf. In other words, babies who were born alive during abortion attempts in Illinois were not (and still are not), offered medical care.

Some of the quotes that really stood out to me as I read through the transcript are as follows: Obama states, " . . . one of the things that we were concerned about, was what impact this would have with the respect to the relationship between the doctor and the patient and what liabilities the doctor might have in this situation" (p. 31) . . . adding a--an additional doctor who then has to be called in an emergency situation to come in and make these assessments [confirm that the baby was, in fact, born alive and is also considered "viable"], is really designed simply to burden the original decision of the woman and the physician to induce labor and perform an abortion . . . this issue ultimately is about abortion and not live births . . . because if these are children who are being born alive, I, at least, have confidence that a doctor who is in that room is going to make sure that they're looked after" (italics and boldface mine).

Here you have a great example of clever legal semantics. When Obama refers to “children who are being born alive,” he is not referring to babies who are the product of a “botched abortion.” Look at the previous sentence. He says, “This issue ultimately is about abortion and not live births.” He makes a distinction between the two before he offers his “confidence” that babies who are "born alive" in hospitals will be looked after by doctors. Of course those babies will be looked after. They are not under contract to be killed. The babies that will not be looked after—the ones who will be left to die even if they are delivered alive--even if they are considered viable—are those who are under contract to be delivered dead. A woman seeking an abortion signs a contract essentially asking the doctor to produce a dead baby. If a live one is produced, as Obama pointed out, “what liabilities [might] the doctor have in this situation”?


My question is, "What liabilities might we as a nation have in these situations?" If we do not make laws to protect the most vulnerable in our nation, what then? Laws are designed to protect the innocent, not the wealthy.


Can abortion become more or less legal? No. However, the next link in the chain is infanticide. And then what? Remember Nazi Germany? Have you read or taken time to consider the following section of my previous blog post?

The Unimaginable Becomes Imaginable;
Then It Becomes Common


. . . Acceptable thought changes throughout time. History continually repeats itself as in the examples set before us by Christian Overman, the author of Assumptions that Affect Our Lives,"Infanticide was commonly accepted and widely practiced in ancient Greece. The Spartans tossed unwanted children from the side of Mt. Taygetus, and the Athenians exposed them to the elements in earthen jars placed next to the temples of their gods." Now fast-forward to the early to mid-1940s in Nazi Germany where"there was a special agency set up for the purpose of child termination. It was made up of psychiatric and pediatric experts, whose function it was to decide--entirely on their own--which children were to be eliminated" (1996, p. 67) [boldface mine].

In his book The Sign for Cain, Dr. Fredric Wertham writes of the agency that Overman described:

The children slated for death were sent to special "children's divisions." ... They were killed mostly by increasing doses of Luminal or other drugs either spoon-fed as medicine or mixed with their food. The dying lasted for days, sometimes weeks. In actual practice, the indications for killing eventually became wider and wider. Included were children who had "badly molded ears," who were bed-wetters, or who were perfectly healthy but designated as "difficult to educate." The children coming under the authority of the Reich Commission were originally mostly infants. The age was then increased from three years to seventeen years. Later, in 1944 and 1945, the work of the commission also included adults (quoted from Assumptions that Affect Our Lives by Christian Overman, 1996, p. 69) [boldface and italics mine].

In case you need help with the math, in less than 10 years, the killing went from “mostly infants” to unwanted children who had “badly molded ears,” who were “bed-wetters,” who were perfectly healthy but “difficult to educate. Those who were slated for death went from infants to three-year-olds to 17-year-olds to adults in less than 10 years.

Couldn't happen in America? Consider this: while abortion was unthinkable in the 1950s, today it's embraced by many as a "right" or a "choice." Infanticide is currently unthinkable to many Americans. We have a hard time believing that babies who are aborted couldn't possibly be born alive. They're just a blob of tissue, right? My dear friend and former employer Gianna Jessen, who was born during a saline abortion, is proof that a baby is not a blob of tissue and that babies who survive abortion attempts can go on to live full and prosperous lives given proper medical treatment at birth.

What if the abortionist had been present during Gianna's birth in 1977? She would have received proper medical treatment, right? Not so. The truth is, she would have been strangulated, suffocated, or left to die. Sadly, infanticide has been a reality in our country for years. In states like Illinois, infanticide is still legal.

"Even as far back as 1982, legal infanticide hit the headlines when the Indiana Supreme Court officially sanctioned the deliberate withholding of medical treatment and the subsequent starvation of a newborn child known to millions as 'Infant Doe.' Born with Down's Syndrome, the baby suffered from a blocked esophagus that could have been easily corrected through routine surgery. But the court granted the parents authority to withhold food. After six days, Infant Doe starved to death, not in an earthen jar, but in a modern, sterile American hospital" Assumptions that Affect Our Lives by Christian Overman (1996), p. 69.

Sobering, isn't it? The law protected the parents from being tried for murder. They let their baby starve to death, and the law protected them--not their baby. As a believer in the Most High God, I am commissioned to stand up for and plead the case of the orphan and the widow—to give a voice to those who cannot plead their own case. This is my plea.

Why did I say that a vote for Obama was a vote for genocide? One of the main reasons is this:

In his July 17, 2007 speech to the Planned Parenthood Action Fund Obama said,

"We know that a woman's right to make a decision about how many children she wants to have and when— without government interference—is one of the most fundamental freedoms we have in this country. . . . I have worked on this issue for decades now. I put Roe at the center of my lesson plan on reproductive freedom when I taught constitutional law. . . So, you know where I stand. . . The first thing I'd do as president is sign the Freedom of Choice Act. That's the first thing that I'd do."

Do you know what the Freedom of Choice Act states? Have you taken the time to read it?

According to Wikipedia,

“The bill is described by NARAL Pro-Choice America presidentNancy Keenan as a bill to ‘codify Roe v. Wade’ which would ‘repeal the Bush-backed Federal Abortion Ban,’ referring to the Partial-Birth Abortion Ban Act, ‘and other federal restrictions.’

Similarly, opponents of the bill assert that[2] it would, if passed, invalidate every restriction on an abortion before the stage of viability, in every state, even those previously found consistent with Roe v. Wade by the United States Supreme Court, such as parental notification laws, waiting periods, requirements of full disclosure of the physical and emotional risks inherent in abortion, and the Partial-Birth Abortion Ban Act. Opponents further assert that it would challenge the right of religiously-based hospitals or clinics to refuse to perform abortions, and that it would force the repeal of theHyde Amendment, which restricts the use of Federal funding for abortions. Conservative legal scholar Douglas Kmiecdisagrees with the latter assertion, noting that the Hyde Amendment is renewed annually by Congress and argues that this legislation would not supersede it [3].

In other words, minors seeking abortions would not need parental consent. Waiting periods would be eliminated. Physical and emotional risks would not be disclosed. Doctors who currently refuse to perform abortions would be required to perform them by law. The partial-birth abortion ban act would be reversed. Taxpayer dollars would fund these "gruesome and inhumane" procedures.This is not a bill about abortion. It is a bill about infanticide: government-protected, and perhaps eventually government-legislated infanticide.

Let's go back to Wikipedia for a moment:
The U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops (USCCB) has been vehemently opposed to the Freedom of Choice Act. According to the USCCB's Secretariat for Pro-Life Activites, FOCA would not only "codify the Supreme Court's 1973 decision in Roe v. Wade" but "in allowing and promoting abortion, FOCA goes far beyond even Roe."[9] On November 12, 2008, Francis Cardinal George, president of the USCCB, warned that FOCA would limit the right of Catholic hospitals and doctors to not offer abortions adding that, "those who support FOCA must realize that if Catholic hospitals are ever required to perform abortions, the bishops will close every one of them; no one would be hurt more than the poor."[10] Drawing on Pope Paul VI's encyclical Humanae Vitae, the Catholic apologist Frank M. Rega, S.F.O., writes[11]:

The Freedom of Choice Act (FOCA) is legislation co-sponsored by Barack Obama which would nullify all state laws that in any way attempt to limit or regulate abortion, including partial-birth abortion. Ironically, it specifies that government will not interfere with a woman’s choice to keep or to kill her unborn child.Nevertheless, FOCA would be a major move towards the dangerous precipice of government-mandated abortion, since it would consolidate all power over birth control into the hands of federal law and authorities. From there it would only be a small step to amend it in the light of overriding national health interests, environmental or population concerns, or any other reason deemed appropriate. Thus the FOCA clause in section 4.b.1.a, stating that a woman has the “right to choose to bear a child” could conveniently and easily be changed to, for example, that a woman has the right to choose to bear up to two children. More ominously, it could be amended to state that a woman has the right to bear a child, except in cases of rape, incest, Down syndrome, etc. [boldface mine].

The pro-life organization Americans United for Life (AUL)began a petition called Fight FOCA to collect signatures to oppose FOCA. AUL also wrote an open letter to SenatorBarack Obama on FOCA.[12] As of Friday, December 5, 2008, at 22:39:00 UT, the Fight FOCA petition has 311,013 signatures.[13]"

My signature is included among the many.

In her conclusion to "The Freedom of Choice Act: A Radical Attempt to Prematurely End Debate Over Abortion," Denise M. Burke, the AUL Vice President of Legal Affairs writes:

“Clearly FOCA will not make abortion safe or rare – on the contrary, it will actively promote abortion and do nothing to ensure its safety – so, abortion advocates’ unrelenting campaign to enact FOCA is a “wake-up call” to all Americans. If implemented, FOCA would invalidate common-sense, protective laws that the majority of Americans support. It will not protect or empower women. Instead, it would protect and promote the abortion industry, sacrifice women and their health to a radical political ideology, and silence the voices of everyday Americans who want to engage in a meaningful public discussion over the availability, safety, and even desirability of abortion.”

Can abortion become more or less legal? No. However, our President-to-be has made some promises to a very large, wealthy, influential organization that, if fulfilled, will open many doors to frightening places. I believe with my whole heart that we are a nation waltzing toward genocide. PRAY. SPEAK. ACT. Now is not the time to be silent. Remember, acquiescence means to agree in silence. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. warned us all against acquiescing. Stand up. Make your voice heard. Pray. We are a nation hinging on a great comeback or a great fall.