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The blessing of the sweet tangerine and the rain...

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The rain Rain is drizzling and I am trying to position the camera to get a nice picture of the tangerine on the wet wood. Drops of water are falling on the camera and me. There is a lot of real work to be done, things to be fixed and created but I am trying to get a picture which I could write around even though I had said that I would close off blogging and wait until I had intelligent things to write about things that matter. The tangerine..   The belly wuk (diarrhoea ) was the worst I can remember experiencing.  Normally I am okay, eat all kinds of things from all over. It is the second time this year. The year has been good in ways in that while I have not fixed any things which were broken, or healed any damaged things, I have not broken things further and I have not made more things which need healing. I have also accepted that some things will not be fixed. The belly wuk though has no nausea or fever and I am grateful for that. I am also thinking that the depr...

Yoga under the window through which rain comes in sometimes..

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430pm and I am dropping off in front of the computer. I had read that genip/quenepa could help you sleep. Place is humid and rain is falling and I think, come on go and have a nap. It is a stupid time though to have a nap and I know that even if drop off in front of the computer, the humidity will make sure that I don't really drop off on the bed. Body is paining as stress has taken over.  Watching as another loved one succumbs to the ugly racial politics of Guyana as I thought that the politics was not their thing.. and wondering if I ever lie to anyone about my values. Something about the rain though and I think come, go do the yoga routine. Go , go..  and for a moment I think heck would be good to go if I had a waterproof mat thing to go out on the wet mossy concrete and do it in the rain.. But closest thing is to open the window and go under the window.  The rain is weird though, it falling but no breeze though.  One or two times I have done this and ...

Frozen banana and oats...

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Two women told me that when the bananas are ripening and you want to keep them, slice them and put in the freezer and then you could make smoothies with them.  I know bananas tend to go mushy in the fridge so this is all new.  I sometimes end up baking muffinsf but I didn't want to do sugar because I was binging already on sugar. The frozen banana is nice to eat too, kind of like a custard block without the iciness. It wouldn't melt in your mouth. So I  blend up the thing with oats and some milk. Is like a nice cold milkshake thing.   All good except the lil grains in the mixture from the oats could make you cough.  And having to wash the blender parts after. I aint a smoothie person really. I see another thing say when you blend up the frozen banana it could come out like ice cream. There is another set of frozen one in the fridge so I might do it with peanut butter and see what happens. This is the frozen banana blended up.. it is like ice cre...

Doing feminism on and off the Internet...

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The work.. I am feeling embarrassed. The invitation to the Caribbean Cyberfeminisms Conference says "We have reviewed your relevant work and we find it an experienced voice that will potentially add much to our conversations" The invitation refers to this blog. I have written  more about dealing with the mental health issues and about food on the blog than about loving women/loving men which is the label I use for writing about gender. And I have not done much offline for gender justice.  The writing on the blog is kind of my rambling, a kind of cop out in the recent years as I had to deal with other things and could not deal with organisations, movements or people.   Last Navratra I wrote to my Hindu brothers because in real life, I am not engaged with the Hindu community , especially the men, to challenge the community to overcome sexism. I also write to food, to the moon and to myself . Writing when you know that no one is really listening. Carib...

Life lessons from the avocado pear in season...

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Abundance The man said that the young tree was so heavy with the green pears that it fell over so he had to sort them out. Avocado (pear) season is on but I don't buy because as it is with people, I make a lot of mistakes and I make bad judgements and the pears that I buy are not good inside. Sometimes though, it is possible to cut out the bad bits, and enjoy the remainder and I do that a lot with some people, stay far away to enjoy the good bits. So I wait for gifts of the avocado from the owners of trees or from those who are skilled in buying.  Pineapples, oranges and passion fruits are the other things which I can never be sure when I buy, but I buy every time as a kind of gamble, I also do that sometimes with people. The 'meet up' that would not happen.. "Meet up" is the subject of the email.. short email, few sentences. I am excited. It has been 15 months or so since I had asked that the sender and I meet up, face to face.. try to work out or ...