I am looking for a small spot of calm in the eye of the storm and actually feel ashamed to use that metaphor when the folks in Oklahoma have been dealing with the reality. Nevertheless, it is true. I need to decompress, de-stress and defuse. What I'd really love is a spa day complete with a calorically correct and beautifully presented luncheon plate, a facial, a full body massage, a haircut, a manicure and a pedicure. I can just see myself, swathed in pristine white terry cloth, delicately sipping cucumber water. A foolish dream since I can afford neither the time nor the cash for such an idyll.
When stressed, I tend to eat all the wrong things and consequently, really have messed with my glucose numbers. Type II diabetics need to be careful and careful is precisely what I have not been for the past five weeks. Now I have to restore a proper balance ... happily, it is summer and fresh produce will help. All the lovely fruits and vegetables currently available will go a long way toward correcting the over-indulgence in bagels, Dunkin' donuts and quick meals dependent on pasta or processed foods.
Soon, I'll even be able to harvest some lovelies from my own garden: fresh peas, mesclun lettuce mix, baby spinach and radishes. The zucchini, pattypan squash, green beans, carrots, and tomatoes will come a bit later on. But there is nothing better than vegetables still warm from the sun ... I go out to my garden every morning, literally willing my plants to grow and ripen. I talk to them, surround them with good thoughts and positive vibrations. It's become a morning ritual ... before you know it I'll start planting according to the phases of the moon and strategically placing crystals round about my garden. I don't know what it is about gardening that brings out my inner pagan ... perhaps it is my Celtic heritage that leaves me particularly sensitive to the pull of Mother Earth.