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meditation sleep; market morning; swimming with kids

18 Aug

I did it again. On Saturday morning I stumbled out of warm bed to the beck of my alarm. Yes!…it was 5am. I could not find my dressing gown so I used Deane’s. I made my way to the ‘meditation chair’, and placed myself in position. And, in the proverbial… ‘all of a sudden’,it was six in the morning and I was freezing!. Deane’s dressing gown is cold cotton unlike my warm synthetic cuddly one. I (using a very un-zen-like naughty word), ran back to warm -bed-next -to- warm -body and slept like someones else’s baby till 7.30.am.  I did not even get to meditate before the sleep monster got me.

After a day of driving miss Rosie to her hockey games I finally enjoyed a relaxed run in the dark cold winter night. I dont feel I am accomplishing great fitness goals at the moment. It is enough that I am actually out. My raw food way-of-life is going okay. We had a weekend of social eating so I did eat more cooked food than I would have liked to. I will not mention the cake.

On Sunday, Harry and I skipped out to the market at a very respectable 7.45am. I took a backpack with me this time-employed to carry 6 or 7 kilos of apples, 5kilos of citrus-with ease. Wellington put on a beautiful crisp morning with NO rain, (that began later in the day.) We gathered an abundance of greens and oranges and reds, filling three ecobags and the backpack. Harry munched on his apple danish which has become his pleasant habit on our market mornings. They sell them fresh off a trestle table. We then drove to Maranui cafe for our secret morning ritual. He had organic eggs, scrambled on sourdough toast and an apple juice. I had a soy latte, yes…cooked. They wont make fruit salad till summer when there is more fruit about unfortunately.  Harry enjoyed his and then we made our way home. Harry is very funny as he tells the story to Deane about our morning of notgoing to maranui for breakfast and how hungry he is now – not.

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meditation, sleep & nuts

11 Aug

This morning, after waking to my alarm at 5, I rolled out of toasty bed, stumbled into the cruel morning of a winter kitchen. I flicked the coffee machine on as I walked to my meditation chair. Wrapped in dressing gown, and blanket, feet cosied in fluffy socks, I crossed my legs and assumed the postion. My spine straight (but relaxed..) I began my meditation. Not long after beginning I realised an hour had passed and I had been slumped in the chair asleep!.

O well. I must have needed it. zzzzzz

I made my first coffee and attempted my ‘home admin’. Then it was 7 and the house was awake and I was twirling around (it seems like i spin…) fullfilling breakfast requests, answering questions, i.e “where did I put my schoolbag?” (left it outside in the rain), “can we get a dog” (will think on it), “what about a cat”(ditto), “can I have a hug-up”(sure can)”where are my shoes?” (i didn’t wear them last-don’t know).  I’ve gotta love it. I just have to.

I made myself a large fruit salad and sprinkled it with raw cashews and a few sultanas. Yes it was delicious and satisfying. I’m not sure about eating cashews however, my stomach is now sore. It will be a case for experimenting.

Last night I made the kids and Deane organic chicken and corn soup with fougasse. They loved it as the weather is very cold, wet. It is basically very good ‘chicken soup weather”.  Paloma has a strep throat so she didn’t eat much. She was sipping coke (blergh!!) because that is the only way she will take her penicillin. The older kids were jealous. Coke is banned in our house. I think it is evil. Yet here was my wee three year old sipping from the cup.

I went to singing and was home by 7. 30. I made my self a huge salad of grated carrot, apple, ripped baby spinach, sprouted sunflower seeds and a lovely dressing.