If you really stop and think about it, the statement: It’s not about the scale, it’s about the weight, is a metaphor that can be used in a couple of different ways. You can visually see that as either a two-sided weighing scale with plates so you can weigh items [OR] A set of weights …
The cloud coverage has settled itself in for the long autumn stay here in the 𝑷̲̅𝒂̲̅𝒄̲̅𝒊̲̅𝒇̲̅𝒊̲̅𝒄̲̅ 𝑵̲̅𝒐̲̅𝒓̲̅𝒕̲̅𝒉̲̅𝒘̲̅𝒆̲̅𝒔̲̅𝒕̲̅. The rain is dousing the ground with some much-needed replenishment. We have been mirroring much of the California weather as of late. I’m here in my sunroom, following behind my one-year-old, feeling cloudy, physically weak, and in pain as my anxiety starts to rise slowly. I can feel it simmering at the top of my spine. Have you felt that before? I can feel the metal in my neck stiffening (definitely in my head), and my heart begins to race. As a working mom, I cannot afford to get sick. But here I am… It has captured me, brutal, but also taunting, while it says “At least I’m not covid!”
Why do I do the above ritual? Why do I happen to think the moon holds some God like power? In Shakespeare’s “Othello,” Emilia tells Othello that the moon has “drawn too close to the Earth” — and driven men insane. The idea that full moons hold power, can disrupt emotion state of minds, and might even cause physical illness or changes, is a very strong belief for generations and even in today’s generation. Here are some recent research that is beginning to confirm some truths to those ancient rumors.
I often times mingle both my real life and kratom life together, sharing with you little pieces here and there. I rarely throw in my spiritual practices in the mix, but as society continues to go down a path that seems to greatly lack this once popular mindset, I am beginning to feel the need to talk about it at least every once in a while.
When you see smiles, epic locations, flawless posing and clips of recorded laughter, do you truly think that all of those people are genuinely THAT happy and overjoyed? It might surprise you, but most are probably not. If social media has taught us anything, it is mastering the art of faking shit REALLY well.
Those of us who live in the Pacific Northwest (PNW), live under a near constant cover of clouds and rain that last over 300 days a year (depending on where you are up here). If you are up here, chances are you don’t mind that. Chances are, you love those rainy days where you smell the wet fir trees while their branches shield you from the majority of the rainfall. Perhaps you might also be a Twilight fan, or definitely have heard of it. Most likely you quietly shame the “out of state” expats who have moved into your town, hiking up your housing prices and causing the majority of the accidents on the road!!—- Oh, excuse me. I got carried away there. Regardless if you love it here or are too pour to move, one thing 90% of us have in common are low vitamin D levels. In fact, it’s a well known thing around here (perhaps only to those from here *insert smug smirk and side eye).
I was always that odd one who always declined coffee when offered. Though when I was trying to impress my boss at a new job, I would always accept it and put on my best poker face when drinking it— Now that I think about it, those asshats didn’t deserve such dedication from me. Never again will I pretend to like something to impress anyone–but I’ll save that for another post. Anyway, the point is, I hate coffee. Always have, always will. Why? No clue. Just not tasty on my tongue/tastebuds. What can I say. Therefore, naturally, I had to find an alternative to coffee so that I could survive that hour commute into Portland or that alternative that would help me survive the 2PM energy crash. Yes, that’s a thing.