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Ever try to quit smoking cigarettes? OMG! I didn't realize how addictive they are, or even what addiction is. I loved smoking. There used to be all these amazing loose tobacco stores in NYC. So many different kinds of tobacco! So many smells. You just had to roll your own. NP. These tobaccos were tasty and satisfying.
Ready rolled are not nearly as satisfying. In fact, they make pleasure a sin. They are designed to deliver pleasure that lasts a few minutes, then has to be stimulated again by another cigarette.
We need pleasure. We long for it. This need is exploited by the chemicals in manufactured smokes that hook us and keep us addicted.
I've tried lots of ways to quit. Sometimes successfully for years. And acupuncture treatment was the most long lasting. Recently though, I fell into the trap of relieving my tension by taking a cigarette. Acupuncture is just so expensive. I turned to Chantix.
My neighbor gave me some. I didn't really research this, nor did I follow the instructions. What an experience! I had some serious allergic reactions. In one, my throat closed up and I couldn't breath or move. My guts clogged up, too. OMG. But...I quit smoking.
This is an amazing drug. Powerful beyond my wildest imagination. What it leads me to believe is that the chemicals put in cigarettes are equally powerful if it takes this kind of drug to overcome the addiction. What a shame. Smoking natural tobacco is fun and done in moderation is satisfying. We need satisfaction without it causing addiction.
I can't believe how expensive fresh food is. Fresh fruit, fresh vegetables, fresh bread cost a lot more than canned food and wrapped bread. Every time I go shopping I get mad. Even a meat diet is less expensive than a vegetarian/vegan diet.
Why would it cost more than a meat diet?
I think of actuarial studies. Before a CVS will open in a neighborhood, there has to be projected proof of future substantial financial benefit. So how can a CVS pharmacy decide to invest? They have to know how profitable they will be depending on the measured and projected illnesses that would be expected.
It seems to me that a diet of meat, cheese, processed food and canned food guarantees certain illnesses and the use of certain products to alleviate predictable discomforts along the way, like bloating, gas, indigestion, diarrhea, constipation, bad skin.... Based on data collected about a neighborhood's habits, an actuarial study could recommend the profitability of a local CVS.
There is a Hindu expression that says we are food. When my grocery bill is higher than my meat eating friends', I am convinced that I am food! Food for our interwoven industries. Fresh vegetables usually taste so good, smell so good. I do, however, have to hunt for tomatoes that taste good, but generally, fresh vegetables taste better than canned. I remember my mom's penchant for canned peas and canned green beans. I can't believe I actually ate that. Even if you add spices, these peas have no taste and certainly no texture like fresh peas.
So, in order to stay alive and healthy, I have resorted to brown rice plus. A bag of brown rice costs a lot less than spaghetti and lasts longer. There are so many benefits to brown rice: vitamins, roughage...And you can be very creative to make a dish with brown rice as the main ingredient. Cabbage is also cheaper than other vegetables. Brown rice, cabbage, carrots, yes, black beans and freshly picked herbs from my garden makes a great main meal and stretches the budget! It's all about food combining, too. We do need protein, and brown rice and milk with spices helps to meet our needs. I really enjoy being healthy. I refuse to be food. One way or another, I know how to afford a healthy diet.
When I think of three little birds, I think of Bob Marley's song. I think of peace. It's such a large concept. How can we achieve it? Small acts help create the energy of good will. Christmas and the holiday giving season is around the corner and giving someone, a neighbor, a colleague helps spread the intention .
These three little birds have an interesting story. I used to practice various techniques to open my creative juices. This particular day, I placed my hair cutting scissors over my paper three times. I drew the holes for the fingers, and the space just below. Eyes and beaks popped out. Then the rest of them popped out: three little birds. They had to have something to sit on, so I held up a branch and drew its shadow.
People love this design. Showing here is a set of ten 2.25" magnets for less than $30. If you go to the store, www.cafepress.com/risaspieces, you will find the design on other items: mugs, shirts, hoodies....you could just buy yourself one magnet! I have a few I keep on my refrigerator.
In any case, go to www.cafepress.com/risaspieces and find something unique for the holidays, or for just any reason. Peace!
Piece O Kake
Published by Risa Roberts · 9 mins ·
People from all over the world come to out beaches in South Florida. The beaches are not crowded at all; there is room enough to play ball, or just relax under a palm tree. Take something home of this paradise. Reproductions are available at reasonable prices.
Christmas is around the corner. — in Hollywood, Florida.
The Art Students League of NYC is a place that serious art students go, and have gone; many well known artists started there. I was fortunate to study there. No one left my home town for NY; I don't know why. It was only a 45 minute bus ride away.
I remember when we crossed the line in the tunnel between NJ and NY. My heart would race. I was free. I left the demands and duties and obligations to experience a freedom that was unavailable anywhere else. It was a sin to study art on Saturday. It was against the orthodox Sabboth rules of what was allowable and what was not. And New York itself was almost a forbidden world, yet, at the age of 15 I was allowed to explore this world.
Mr. Fini was the master teacher in our nude study class. Nudity was another of those forbidden subjects. Our models were of all shapes and sizes. It wasn't just the art that I learned there. During break, we would all assemble with the other classes, sitting on these wooden benches and around long wooden tables. Mr. Fini sat at the head.
I remember looking at Mr. Fini. He was 81. His eyes sparkled. He would talk about world events, art. He was doing his best work. I determined I would be like him. Whatever he was doing made him one of the most alive people in my world. I wanted to be alive like him. My parents were half his age and not nearly as alive. Mr. Fini's existence changed my world more than anything he taught, more than anyone else. I am forever grateful.
Several years ago, before mother passed, she thought to come down here in Florida to live out her days with me. I love my neighborhood and started looking for a place. Just a block away, there is a two level cottage that looked cute. It was a beautiful, balmy day and I got dressed and went to meet the landlord. I was early, not knowing how close the place was. I left the house with only my keys.
A car passed and slowed down. I thought he might have been the landlord, but he was looking for some action. Of course, I brushed him off. I felt the time was passing too slowly and asked a bike driver what time it was. Then...a horde of masked police descended on me. I was shocked. I asked why they were bothering me and they said they had been alerted to some terrorist activity. The frisked me. They put me in the capture car and took me away, along with the bike rider.
We drove around and picked up some other girls.
As events unfolded, it became clear that the police were doing a sting. As much as I love the complex I live in, it is a gem in the middle of some unsavory activity. We are on the border of the east side of a main highway. There are lots of motels, and our two bordering streets are known for hookers and drugs. The eastern part of this section of town is the historic district. Lots of unique and older Mediterranean houses. The hookers were out of hand and neighbors had complained prompting this sting. I think the driver who propositioned me and was rejected was working with the police to help them clean up the neighborhood. The bike rider had been in trouble for drugs prior to this arrest.
This adventure found me in jail. No one read me my rights. I was processed and put in a cell. I must have lost my mind. I screamed. I yelled. I cursed. Eventually I was put in solitary. I continued to be crazy until I passed out. Everyone else was quiet. They had gotten their meds, were relaxed and ready to sleep.
I felt like I must have fallen down the rabbit hole. When I was brought before a televised judge, the hookers told me to plead no contest or I would be in for more days. I had a cat that needed to be fed, I didn't have my blood pressure medicine and no one knew where I was. I hadn't gotten a phone call. I pleaded no contest just to get out.
When I collected my stuff, I did get a phone call. I called my friend to come and get me.
This whole experience was hardly believable. I never leave home anymore without my ID even if it is just around the corner. I can't believe how offensive it is to be arrested for no reason. Yes, I should not have resisted arrest. I don't understand that. I felt like I was being raped by a band of masked men. Scream and fight when you are being raped. At least that is my ingrained behavior.
People said I could have sued the police department. I decided against that. I would never have peace if I did that. I love the little beach town I live in. If I sued, I would have to leave the state!
It has taken me years to write about this event. I sometimes see some of the hookers I was locked up with. The police station is just up the block, right across from the shopping center; all hookers, all drug peddlers and all the police know each other and everything continues as usual, except for a once in a while sting. I am sure the arresting officers see me. I don't recognize them since their faces were hidden.
I don't often think about this or remember it. I love our little complex, the people who live here, the landlord, the cats! I am much more careful not to stay anywhere for too long. And always carry my ID!
I love going out on my porch and picking some fresh herbs. With everything wrapped in plastic, there's hardly a chance to experience the wonderful smell of organic plants. Natural perfume! Nothing compares.
We have a farmers market at the beach on the weekends. You can bath your senses in the aromas.
When I was in Bangkok in the early '70s, the open air market was an unforgettable experience. Sacks of spices, piles of fruits, tents filled with fresh delights. Supermarkets are great, yet, they are so neat and clean the aromas are all wrapped up.
Our moods respond to odors. Aromatherapy was once and is one of my passions. The world is not antiseptic! I love smells.