A little snapshot of a poem I wrote recently.
From the sacred
Mania and domination
History and habit
I have seen the unseen
The same blindfold
Fallen from grace
Mother Earth gives life to energy
Blindfolds falling off
I opened my heart
That my breath
Is my spirit
Journeying into transcendent realms
Into a distant heaven
Illusion is our blindfold
I was recently talking to a Bay Area native about music. Do you know how rare it is to meet a native of the Bay Area? Well, a native of anywhere? We are constantly all moving, and wandering the planet for one reason or another. Our talk? Music.
Now I can get down with most types of music. So open your ears, and open your eyes. Sometimes you may just find something that you’ll really like. His goal… turning me on to some Pat Metheny.
The man… silver hair pulled back into a braided pony tail. Apple cider vinegar a day type. His cousin learned guitar from Jerry Garcia. He protested with black panthers in Berkeley and Oakland. He lived through the crack epidemic brought on my you know who, and lives to tell about it.
The movie, “Soul” by Pixar brings up the recent Jazz topic too. Perhaps the newest hot button lately? Escaping your conscious into subconscious with jazz. Look at the painters who lose themselves in jazz while painting, or the writers who lose themselves in writing… with a beat rolling and jumping and flying and diving.
It is now that I really know what this guy is talking about. So… forget your typical sound baths with crystal bowls. Well, don’t forget about it, if you like it … then keep on keeping on. But the point I guess, is that you can get the same feeling from this that you can of that. Because sometimes it is nice to just escape to another planet of sound, and land back on earth soundly.
My generation. I am not a millennial, and I am not generation X. Us late 70’s and early 80’s babies did not grow up with social media keeping tabs on everything we did. We played Oregon Trails, and watched Mary die of dysentery. We climbed trees. We took candy from kind neighbors. We rode our bikes. We yelled over the tall trees to our other friends to come out to play. We threw down our bikes where we pleased. We played time machine in the closet. We paid a nickel for a lollipop at the corner market. We would go swimming, play telephone, and dress up. Do dance routines, croon overs to pop stars played at level 13 on the boombox, and swoon over Johnny Depp’s Cry Baby poster in the corner.
Our parents were products of growing up in the 50’s and 60’s and partly 70’s for some. They lived through a lot of change, the Vietnam War, voices of liberation, breaking freedom, and the ever emerging music scene surrounding rock n roll. Their parents lived through the Great Depression, and World War II. The evolution of rock n roll, blues, country kept spinning into some of the best music our little world has ever seen in my humble opinion. Mom and Dad would run off to an AC/DC concert. Grandma would sing along to the Supremes, and teach me the hand signs to the music. What about Great Grandma? Did anyone ever notice those older older generations didn’t act the same as the rest? They were more reserved. They acted “old”. Maybe it is because they were kind of old?
What is it to act old or older anyways?
Q-tips as my Grandfather called them. You know…that couple who walks about with white hair and white trainers. Those are Q-tips. My grandfather who I like to think is pretty cool told me that little definition. Were the Q-tips acting “old”? Maybe? It is hard to say without talking to one from the Q-tip tribe. My grandfather still acts young…actually no… he acts like himself! This is probably the most important thing to do, right? When you look in the mirror, what do you see? Do you see the wrinkles, and the whole life you have led? All of the stress, and challenging lessons you have endured? Do you see the happiness, joy, and love you have experienced? Do you think about all of that at just a glance? Chances are you do not reminisce every time you look at your face in the mirror. Do you see the twenty something? The thirty something? The forty something? So on, and so forth? Or do you just see, “YOU”.
I met a man recently who was close to 90 years old. He looked like he was in his 60’s. I asked him what his trick was. He said that he supposed he didn’t “act his age”. He asked me, “What is it to act your age anyways?”, and I said I didn’t really know? He said he remembered his parents, and how they were cranky, depressed, and serious all the time. Is that old? Is that acting your age? When an adult is acting like a child, and we say act your age what do we really even mean? I guess to act more responsible. He went on to say he just does what he wants, and what he feels like. He doesn’t really think about his age. He just does what makes him happy. Maybe that is why he looked so young. He didn’t act old and serious like his parents who both later died of cancer.
I talked to another woman today about aging. What is it to age, and act our age. Are we actually ever done developing? When is a person done learning everything they can? The truth is that no one is ever done developing. We are all half baked. We are never really done learning things in this world. You can fight against learning new lessons. You can think your mind is done developing, and wait around to die. But what quality does that give to your life? I have seen first hand the people who we think are toast, burnt ends, overcooked so to speak, and they still are the last to accept impending death. Again, the mind is ever evolving, and ever developing. Some of us accept death, and some do not. It happens to everyone though. All we can do is try to enjoy this ride whether is be incredibly messy, or with the grace of a butterfly balancing on a blade of grass. If we did what we wanted all along would it make dying easier? Who knows! But it honestly couldn’t hurt in most circumstances.
So we all do the best we can. We are the Fool card in the tarot deck with the innocence of children. We are lucky that we are from previous generations that want to be themselves, listen to the music they want, wear the clothes they want, and be the people who they want to be. THIS is what makes people appear younger than they really are as we age. We have fought for these freedoms in the past which had lead us to this very spot. Todays grandparents can be hippies, rockers, artists, eclectics, and whatever they damn well please. That is something that is pretty fucking great to me. Also how about freedom of speech! (wink, wink). It is great that our previous generations have set us up to live our best lives. Just remember, we all are a work in progress, and we are all just half baked. So… keep on cooking good looking. You got this thing called life. Don’t waste it. It’s your own recipe.
-K. K. Powell
When I lived in Austin, Texas I was very healthy. I partied a lot… but I made sure to eat all of my vegetables, and went to the gym frequently. I visited one of the largest Whole Foods that I have ever seen in my life while living there. I hoped to see Matthew McConaughey there, but no luck. Anyhow, while Austin can throw a hell of a party, it is a very health focused city. It was like everyone I saw was exercising, eating their vegetables, etc. People also had their tacos, and some of the best barbecue in my opinion. I still dream of Salt Lick, and J Mueller’s. In Austin incorporating art, health, and exercise was the norm that I saw when I lived there… as well as letting loose when one needs to. Eventually when letting loose gets a little too loosey goosey, one needs to pick up all the pieces and move forward. I like to think of, “Death Becomes Her”… at the end while Goldie + Merrill are picking up their body parts. In all attempts to stay as beautiful as Isabella Rossellini… a detox is the best way to start! Goodbye meat sweats, and distillery level blood…and hello a fresh start back to the wealth of health!
A take away from Texas that I just recently purchased again that kept my skin looking good while I lived there in 2012 was this Aztec Secret Healing Clay Mask. It deep cleans your pores like crazy, and gives you the detox that you feel like you may need once in a while. I mean… I need a good detox here and there to just feel balanced. They recommend that you use apple cider vinegar to mix the powder in. If the smell bothers you, then water is optional. My skin is sensitive so my face is sitting bright red as a write this. The tomato face effect lasts for about 30 minutes. Make sure to give yourself some time to let you blood divert back to the rest of your body! A little coconut oil to moisturize with also helps in the end. I use coconut oil everyday. Its easy, and if you put too much on you can put it on your arms and neck. Grandma always said to moisturize. Both of them had great skin all the way to the grave. Bless their hearts. I digress. Anyways…you can also jade roll or ice roll your face to cool it down a little. I learned about some pretty great rollers from the Forever35 podcast. They also reminded me of the mask, along with another friend while talking about skin care regimens. Anyhow, this little roller helps to de-puff, clear your sinuses, AND can also be used to roll away the pain for achy muscles.
The other thing I just got turned on to was the detox foot pads that you can wear at night. I was with friends, and I wasn’t careful about what I was eating. Having a very sensitive digestive system can really be annoying. Every so often I get the feeling of, “I will do what I want!!”… then I pay for it later. Ahhh aging is beautiful, isn’t it? That night I was exhausted, and my feet felt hot. Not like athletes foot hot, but what I am thinking is eastern medicine you f*cked your tummy up hot. I put on some detox pads with mugwort in them. I had some of the most lucid dreams in a month that night. Turns out mugwort can also do that to you. My guts most importantly felt better. This could be placebo effect, and I could be crazy… but it seems like it worked! So once in a while I will continue to treat myself with these detox foot pads. The packaging isn’t fancy, and nothing is really labeled. It is cheap though, and makes you feel good which is what matters most, right? Click the link below if you want to check them out!
By the way… I am by no means making a buck off of this. I am not an aesthetician. I am just a regular person sharing things that I like that make me feel good!
Because after all…
Sharing is caring.
-K. K. Powell
I do dabble in astrology pretty much every day. Today’s new moon reminded me of what I am grateful for. I remember sitting at the dinner table with my family as a kid. Before we would start to eat there were no prayers in the later years. Maybe that was because my folks had three teens that they were dealing with? Who knows! What we did do a lot was start out by saying what we were grateful for and/or what we learned that day. I don’t know if people do this kind of stuff anymore… but they should! Why leave it for just new moons?
I have never been a rich person. My family and I have worked hard for everything that we have done in this world, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. To be humble is what helps to build character. I like seeing all walks of life in all different situations because it’s what keeps this world interesting. I believe Rick Steves said something about getting out side, and being with the people while traveling Europe. He goes on to talk about how if you are in fancy room with fancy cars that will take you everywhere, then how exactly do you see the world? You get a different view. You miss out on things. Cracks, imperfections, eccentrics, type A personalities, laissez faire personalities, people who are down right crazy, people who are just normal Joe Schmoes, people with FLAIR, these are the people that make the world go round. Why miss out on that?
This is I guess what I am grateful for. All the different people, and being able to notice and appreciate it while being right in the thick of it.
What are you grateful for?
Okay, okay, it is safe to say I felt more scared in the hyperbaric like chamber of the airplane these past few days than running around in the Emergency Department. People hacking up probable viral droplets which were recirculated and recirculated. I ordered my sparkling wine, and tried to forget about it between washing my hands for what seemed like ten million times over.
As I reminded myself, I also hope to remind others. Don’t wipe your nose with your hands. Sneeze in your elbow or armpit. Douche your nose with sterile saline. Most importantly, there is a tonic I have been drinking and thinking of. Sometimes it will give a laxative effect…but I highly doubt anyone would mind that after eating for two or three all holiday season. You see, living in northern California makes all of this quite easy. Lemons grown right off a friends tree. Maple syrup from the refrigerator. Cayenne pepper from the cupboard. Ginger root, and turmeric root from the local grocery store. Add some apple cider vinegar for an increase in digestive motility. There you have it. Haven’t been sick yet. Knocking on wood, every time I say it. But the tonic seems to work…so far. This also helps for awful allergies by replacing maple syrup with local honey if you aren’t vegan. If you are vegan, then stick with the maple syrup. This will still clear you up!!
Powell’s Winter Tonic
1 quart measuring glass
1-2 tablespoons grated turmeric
1-2 tablespoons grated ginger
2 Meyer lemons or regular lemons juiced, keep three wedges in water
1 teaspoon cayenne
1 tablespoon maple syrup
1/2 tablespoon apple cider vinegar (optional)
Enough boiled water to fill quart measuring glass
Let sit for about 5 minutes, then strain into mason jars. It is best to be able to shake or stir it up to get a good dose of cayenne up in there!
An old man with long hair, and a feather in his hat serenaded me…
“Loving Her Was Easier (Than Anything I’ll Ever Do Again)” by Willie Nelson
In a bar, while I drank rye whiskey…after a very long crazy day in the ER.
While slightly embarrassed, and a hot red face…
It was the most romantic moment of 2018…so far!