tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82920090066872753282024-02-07T22:08:26.579-03:30OverZealousBloga tag line puts it all in perspective.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger165125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292009006687275328.post-39154345713386772462011-10-17T17:13:00.001-02:302011-10-17T17:13:23.771-02:30New Bandwagon: Redirecting Hate in an Effort to Feel Good About Oneself.
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There are new photos sweeping facebook that are shared to express larger women as beautiful (just as thinner
women are). And I agree with that. I’m all for it. Larger women should be shown
as beautiful in the media. There needs to be an evolution of media images, for
real. (How about even putting a stop to airbrushing, and revealing humans as humans and not Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292009006687275328.post-46874703231972842852011-09-23T22:47:00.000-02:302011-09-23T22:47:04.669-02:30How do you look at people you see?
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Isn’t it remarkable how you can subtlety feel when someone is judging, either,
you or someone else?
It’s almost as if there’s a stuck-ness, a clogging in the
air. Something is messing with the flow. Some kind of preconceived theory is getting
in the way of natural rhythm—the conversing, creating, the being.
It’s hard to be yourself around people who Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292009006687275328.post-53415287708756694412011-09-09T16:26:00.000-02:302011-09-09T16:26:12.475-02:30A White Girl Talking About Black People.
After reading Jackie Summers’ article on the elephant journal: Black Boy in a White Land: Urban Safari & the Elephant in the Room about his experience as a black man in white cultured surroundings. I was inspired to write about my little perspective of black people and my first meeting of a black family.
I grew up in a small, rural town in Newfoundland, an island on the east coast ofUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292009006687275328.post-7871571289078455392011-08-29T09:44:00.002-02:302011-08-31T21:54:46.197-02:30The Want-to-run-through-the-woods-naked Urge. Like grass peeking through the pavement.(as appeared on elephant journal)Out for a late night walk.
That primal, want-to-run-through-the-woods-naked urge strikes as I notice grass peeking up through the cracked pavement.
I am that grass.
I am struggling to rise above the layers of asphalt covering my raw earth.
All of me is striving to blossom, to unleash my potential into a full open field of tall, green grass.
But so far, like the earth under pavement, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292009006687275328.post-7225031476782583422011-08-11T13:15:00.004-02:302011-08-31T21:59:00.502-02:30The Secret of the Secret!It takes more than just thought: you have to put work into it!
Yep. Sorry to break it to you. The bearer of bad news, I am.
When I first watched the film “The Secret” I was captivated. I was enthralled at the power of creating abundant lives for everyone in the world!
What!? Human thought can make things happen!? I can attract things in my life!?
Does everyone know this!? EVERYONE HAS TO Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292009006687275328.post-87785926767691034602011-08-08T19:58:00.000-02:302011-08-08T19:58:17.992-02:30The Best "Random Toy Find" of Summer 2011:Clothes-pin-chip-bag-closure-birds!!! (huh?)
I don't really like to buy many toys... especially flashy, blink-y, noisy, plastic-y, overprice-y toys....
so when my kids get drawn to random, inexpensive things that are toy-ish enough to play safely with.. I like to get them for them!
Like these birds the 2 yr old freaked out about (and the 10 yr old likes them too!)...
They are SUPER cute!
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292009006687275328.post-26199588279004567632011-07-30T22:20:00.003-02:302011-07-30T22:32:57.201-02:30Telling my babies to “heal” the boo-boos.Today, the 2 year old has bitten her mouth 3 times, in the same place.
There’s a big chunk of skin that is irritating her a lot.
I told her to say, “heal mouth, please” (and she says it in the cutest way!)
I can tell by how she holds her cheek every so sweetly that she understands what I’m telling her, that she already understands the power of communicating with her body.
I tell her: tell Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292009006687275328.post-77741926642495916432011-07-30T10:22:00.003-02:302011-07-30T10:23:16.836-02:30How I “Combat” Depression…The place I started was removing the idea of “combat” or “fight” or anything that will add defense and resistance.
Years ago, I would start out with the idea of fighting it… I’d threaten it: SCREW YOU DEPSRESSION I WILL FIGHT YOU TO THE DEATH (Its or mine? I could never tell.)
Even more years ago, I would hide the fact (ok, completely deny the fact…) that I was depressed.
Me?
Depressed?
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292009006687275328.post-57599453152327240302011-07-18T00:20:00.007-02:302011-07-18T10:05:29.943-02:30I also have a (newly formed!) green thumb!!Check out the start of my new passion-- growing things!
I have always loved plants and had futuristic dreams of being able to not kill my own garden-y things and actually grow things to eat! (There was a time when I thought: growing food to eat only happened on big farms and by supper market suppliers--not in my own house or backyard!)
I have always wanted to grow my own food, and after doingUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292009006687275328.post-40227314175797311872011-07-17T23:31:00.001-02:302011-07-17T23:41:46.695-02:30green thumb? maybe...But i certainly had a blue thumb for a while...
blue thumb?...
... THUMBS DOWN!
Awesome black-now-blue patio chairs and table?...
THUMSB UP!!
(ok, so this was originally a "thumbs down" shot, I flipped it to show the love for the blue chair ;) *love*
(note: the spray paint came off with a lot'o scrubbing and a lot'o dish detergent!)
love summer days of at-home projects!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292009006687275328.post-36771685198651413132011-07-17T22:58:00.001-02:302011-07-17T23:40:27.334-02:30spider picsI wrote a piece a while ago called: i dont kill bugs... (here: http://overzealousblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-dont-kill-bugs.html).
And, in it, I mentioned that in order to rid my fear of spiders I had to first begin to look at them "from A distance and on the internet"... from there, I realized, I had to also begin taking pics of them... so I could view them up-closer and see them in real life,Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292009006687275328.post-9518671178272929902011-07-15T18:18:00.002-02:302011-07-18T00:41:42.435-02:30I am so confident in my physical ability, that I jump rocks on a beach with a 2 yr old in my arms. (yes this is one long title.)I am confident in my ability to do that and do it safely and efficiently while looking at it for what it is: a beautiful bonding moment, a nature-ful meditation (for both of us!), as well as a great workout and a chance to be next to the ocean with my family!
How can that not be safe?
I know it’s up to me if it’s safe or not. I just have to stay conscious and mindful of my body and trust its Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292009006687275328.post-57477481437013139342011-07-13T15:15:00.002-02:302011-07-13T15:16:49.708-02:30OverZealous Wedding Shoot! {Rachel & Damien}It really took a lot of pressure off having the bride herself say: Oh don't worry too much, as long as you get one or two good shots, we'll be happy! (that's really a photographers dream, at least, for me it was!)
I was worried, this was my first semi-professional shoot... what if I didnt get ANY good shots for them!?
I worry too much.
They are beautiful people! Full of love and smiles! How Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292009006687275328.post-78497983526682962762011-06-20T10:33:00.000-02:302011-06-20T10:33:42.699-02:30What's the opposite of "riot"?This kind of mob-insanity kinda scares the crap out of me.
That people can get so swept up in freaking out that they destroy a part of a city.
How does that happen!? Why does that happen!? (But really, it’s no worse than paid-for-by-the-government wars, though is it?)
Maybe it’s because of the amount of forced control they feel over their lives.
Maybe the rioters were trying to overtly take Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292009006687275328.post-40033181520137787412011-06-16T10:05:00.001-02:302011-06-16T11:40:52.515-02:30You Are What You Think, Especially if It’s Ugly You’re Thinking.I know it’s best to not think about the past. But there are times when it’s useful to go back there, to try and find out a little about how my mind is working now and to make sure I align my mind with the present moment, to be sure it’s not merely running from a subconscious, false belief.
All this thinking was brought on by finding old pictures of me that I dislike looking at. I was 18, in Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292009006687275328.post-71752338797703107792011-06-08T22:43:00.001-02:302011-07-30T20:34:25.752-02:30One of the main problems in our society? (Canada)...Our society hasn’t adopted the siesta!
A regulated 3-4 hour national rest time!
I’m willing to bet it’s the main reason stress levels are so high, depression is so rampant and volcanoes are erupting all over the world! (Sure, why not!?)
When I was in Southern Italy, walking the busy streets, seeing people everywhere, shops and cars and businesses all running at a steady pace, I hadn’t Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292009006687275328.post-63195203490116625812011-06-08T10:53:00.003-02:302011-06-08T11:38:41.826-02:30Random Blog Alert (home, life, parenting and personal evolution)Sometimes I get so overwhelmed by housework I have thoughts of burning the house down and moving into a clay hut in the woods. Well, ok, everything but the “burning the house down” part… I would just give everything away and leave the house for the next poor shmuck who wants to live in such a “modern” house (and I’m not using those quotation marks loosely there! Wtf is modern anyhow? I like huts.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292009006687275328.post-16339983813402448412011-06-02T22:51:00.001-02:302011-06-08T10:43:44.478-02:30I swear to gawd my stomach just said "yellow".It totally did.
And it sounded like a man in one of those barbershop bands,
where they raise the next voice just a notch higher. "yellooow.. YELlooow.. YELLOOOOOOWWW.."
My belly is a soprano.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292009006687275328.post-8842816495971920822011-06-02T13:19:00.000-02:302011-06-02T13:19:50.616-02:30Breast cancer is annoying.
And I don’t just mean because of the pain and devastation it causes- because that part really could stop!
But these new “facebook awareness status” ploys ARE SO ANNOYING.
How in the HECK does making pseudo-sexually explicit statuses make any difference whatsoever to breast cancer awareness? Most people know about breast cancer by now, this crap isn’t helping anything.
It’s just making Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292009006687275328.post-5937593257579346452011-06-01T10:54:00.004-02:302011-06-02T15:34:42.813-02:30It’s OK to be GAY.In order for that belief to be the norm in society, we must start referring to homosexuality as normal and acceptable, early in children’s lives.
When my first child was very young (daycare age!) someone asked her: do you have a boyfriend yet?” To which I quickly added: “or girlfriend” (and gave a supportive smile to the question asker- didn’t want to offend. And she actually said to me Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292009006687275328.post-73388092797916458052011-05-31T14:41:00.013-02:302011-06-16T11:29:02.128-02:30What has our society done to breastfeeding?Better yet: what has our society done to the female mind!?
I believe, the societal thought surrounding breasts is so perverted that some women struggle with the idea of breastfeeding. Women’s breasts have been THAT over-sexualized in the media (and by other people!) that, to a lot of women, their true function seems foreign, unnatural and “rotten” (according to a woman that used to be on my Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292009006687275328.post-66716445470300846462011-05-30T23:52:00.002-02:302011-05-31T00:26:15.631-02:30i dont kill bugs...There was a time, many years ago, when I'd scream "KILL IT!" at the sight of anything crawly, except for maybe babies or drunk people, some drunk people. Anything with more than 4 legs would creep me out to the point of begging someone to end its life. What a waste of energy that was! (Not to mention the waste of a lil life force!)
Then one day, about 6 or 7 years ago, I asked myself: wtf is my Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292009006687275328.post-38294512387086994232011-05-30T22:34:00.001-02:302011-05-30T22:39:59.191-02:30'no, mom, dont take a picture of my berry-juice face!'
(raspberries, cherries, and strawberries: and it didnt stain her face, wow! lol) (it's even on her nose) ♥Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292009006687275328.post-24120993674049179432011-05-30T22:28:00.001-02:302011-05-30T22:38:52.868-02:30caterpillar go potty too?
she thinks: if i gotta do it, the sprinklers gotta do it too...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8292009006687275328.post-59720095453353397582011-05-30T22:23:00.002-02:302011-05-31T08:25:59.046-02:30sister action shot!
when you lay on the floor, it's an open invite to be POUNCED ON!
(see the fear in the big sisters eyes? ;)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0