Monday, August 27, 2012

The Goddess of Never Not Broken

I have stumbled upon (literally) a wonderful webside called Elephant Journal.  I was googling  searching for a Buddhist meditation group in Shreveport, and waltzed through the internet and found this cool collection for lovers of  yoga, love, food, spirituality....well, you get the picture.

One title, written in 2011 by Julie (JC) Peters, caught my eye.


"Why Lying Broken in a Pile on Your Bedroom Floor is a Good Idea."



Hey, sounds like something right up my alley.

In the spirit of "It's better to beg for forgiveness than ask for permission", I am going to repost her essay with a link to her feed on Elephant Journal.    While you are at it, look around Elephant Journal...it's really inspiring!!!

Oh....and just call me another incarnation of Akhilanda.  Complete with her crocodile ride.  Or, in my case, an alligator!


The Goddess of Never Not Broken


You know that feeling when you have just gone through a breakup, or lost your job, and everything is terrible and terrifying and you don’t know what to do, and you find yourself crying in a pile on your bedroom floor, barely able to remember how to use the phone, desperately looking for some sign of God in old letters, or your Facebook newsfeed or on Glee, finding nothing there to comfort you?

Come on, yes you do. We all do.

And there is a goddess from Hindu mythology that teaches us that, in this moment, in this pile on the floor, you are more powerful than you’ve ever been.

This past week, I have been deeply inspired by a talk I heard on the Yoga Teacher Telesummit by Eric Stoneberg on this relatively unknown Goddess from Hindu mythology: Akhilandeshvari.

This figure has snuck up inside me and settled into my bones. She keeps coming out of my mouth every time I teach, and she’s given me so much strength and possibility during a time of change and uncertainty in my own life. I wanted to unpack a little bit about who she is for those that might be, like me, struggling a little bit in that pile on the floor and wondering how the hell to get up again.

The answer, it turns out, is this: in pieces, warrior-style, on the back of a crocodile. Yee ha.

Akhilandeshvari:

“Ishvari” in Sanskrit means “goddess” or “female power,” and the “Akhilanda” means essentially “never not broken.” In other words, The Always Broken Goddess. Sanskrit is a tricky and amazing language, and I love that the double negative here means that she is broken right down to her name.


But this isn’t the kind of broken that indicates weakness and terror.
It’s the kind of broken that tears apart all the stuff that gets us stuck in toxic routines, repeating the same relationships and habits over and over, rather than diving into the scary process of trying something new and unfathomable.
Akhilanda derives her power from being broken: in flux, pulling herself apart, living in different, constant selves at the same time, from never becoming a whole that has limitations.
The thing about going through sudden or scary or sad transitions (like a breakup) is that one of the things you lose is your future: your expectations of what the story of your life so far was going to become. When you lose that partner or that job or that person, your future dissolves in front of you.
And of course, this is terrifying.
But look, Akhilanda says, now you get to make a choice. In pieces, in a pile on the floor, with no idea how to go forward, your expectations of the future are meaningless. Your stories about the past do not apply. You are in flux, you are changing, you are flowing in a new way, and this is an incredibly powerful opportunity to become new again: to choose how you want to put yourself back together. Confusion can be an incredible teacher—how could you ever learn if you already had it all figured out?
This goddess has another interesting attribute, which is, of course, her ride: a crocodile.
Crocodiles are interesting in two ways: Firstly, Stoneberg explains that the crocodile represents our reptilian brain, which is where we feel fear. Secondly, the predatory power of a crocodile is not located in their huge jaws, but rather that they pluck their prey from the banks of the river, take it into the water, and spin it until it is disoriented. They whirl that prey like a dervish seeking God, they use the power of spin rather than brute force to feed themselves.
By riding on this spinning, predatory, fearsome creature, Akhilanda refuses to reject her fear, nor does she let it control her. She rides on it. She gets on this animal that lives inside the river, inside the flow. She takes her fear down to the river and uses its power to navigate the waves, and spins in the never not broken water. Akhilanda shows us that this is beautiful. Stoneberg writes:
Akhilanda is also sometimes described in our lineage like a spinning, multi-faceted prism. Imagine the Hope Diamond twirling in a bright, clear light. The light pouring through the beveled cuts of the diamond would create a whirling rainbow of color. The diamond is whole and complete and BECAUSE it’s fractured, it creates more diverse beauty. Its form is a spectrum of whirling color.

 That means that this feeling of confusion and brokenness that every human has felt at some time or another in our lives is a source of beauty and colour and new reflections and possibilities.
If everything remained the same, if we walked along the same path down to the river every day until there was a groove there (as we do; in Sanskrit this is called Samskara, habits or even “some scars”), this routine would become so limited, so toxic to us that, well, the crocs would catch on, and we’d get plucked from the banks, spun and eaten.
So now is the time, this time of confusion and brokenness and fear and sadness, to get up on that fear, ride it down to the river, dip into the waves, and let yourself break. Become a prism.
All the places where you’ve shattered can now reflect light and colour where there was none. Now is the time to become something new, to choose a new whole.
But remember Akhilanda’s lesson: even that new whole, that new, colourful, amazing groove that we create, is an illusion. It means nothing unless we can keep on breaking apart and putting ourselves together again as many times as we need to. We are already “never not broken.” We were never a consistent, limited whole. In our brokenness, we are unlimited. And that means we are amazing.


Wednesday, August 15, 2012

I Left My Heart....in Atlanta


Write about it, this little voice somewhere deep inside says...write about it.

I can barely see the screen...because of the tears.

I feel so alone.  More alone than I have ever been in my life.

Alix, my daughter...the baby bird... is officially moved into Georgia Tech. Her home is now Atlanta, Georgia.  Not my home.  No longer my home.  

I thought I did okay... tears, yes, starting with this morning.  I thought I was prepared, knowing that I’d be in tears today--hell, I cry at the drop of a hat--over Kodak commercials and the Olympics.  Asking AJ to watch out for his sister-- making sure she is okay.  Knowing that he will always take care of her, no matter what...but I needed to say it anyway.

Saying goodbye... yep it was hard.  Tears--trying to hide them because I am so excited that she is starting her adult life and I don’t want to dampen that in any way. I’m fighting so hard not to let her see me upset, because that upsets HER so much.

And I am so excited for her...so excited. Her whole life stretches out in front of her, filled with endless possibilities. I want her to go--I want her to fly, I want her to soar, I want her to figure out who she is.  I want her to LIVE.

I called my sister-in-law Julie as I worked my way through Atlanta’s  pre-rush hour traffic.  She is in the same boat, having sent my nephew Austin off to Rhodes College in Memphis this morning.  That was a comfort, just hearing her voice.

But just a few minutes ago, as darkness settled over Middle-of-Nowhere, I look out the window toward the garage and thought to myself “I wonder what time Alix and Wesley will be home tonight.”

And I fell apart.

This pain.  This horrible pain.  This  “reach into my heart and rip it out by the fists-full” kind of pain that I have never experienced in my life. Long, slow, bleed-to-death kinda pain. No-end-in-sight kinda pain.

I am so alone.

And this little voice inside of me says “write”.

I guess when AJ left for college, Alan and I were still together.  I had a shoulder to lean on--as much as I could.  There was at least a warm body on the sofa next to me...and whatever else happened in out relationship, we managed to raise two pretty exceptional children.

But now, I am flying solo here in totally unchartered waters.  

So alone.
  
My head tells me that it will get better.  And my head also tells me that some of this is my ever-constant worry about money (or the lack of it)...especially since I left the last of it in Atlanta getting everything Alix needs like Chemistry textbooks and computer cables.  

The dread....absolute dread...of calling my mother tomorrow to ask her for yet ANOTHER handout.  Hearing the disappointment in her voice.

I know tomorrow I will get up.  I will start sorting through the things that fill this huge old house...the things that have made up the pieces of my life for thirty years.  And I will decide what few things I want to keep.  They are just “things” after all.  They aren’t ME.

No...that’s pretty much 130 miles away in Atlanta.  That’s where my heart is.

I don’t know if I can bear this pain.  I really, really don’t know how I am going to survive this.

I know, somehow, I must.


It sounds so easy...Sell everything.  Travel light. Start over. New life. I keep telling myself to hang in there....it’s gonna get better.  I know it will.  It has to. 


But right now, I hurt.  I hurt like I’ve never hurt in my life.

And so the little voice inside of me pats me on the back and says “write it down”.  And post it.

Because somewhere out there in the big ol’ lonely world, someone else might be feeling just as lonely and sad as I do right now.  And it may help an unknown someone somewhere to know that I’m out here  in cyberspace, going through the same pain as they are.

I sure hope so.  I hope it helps someone.

Cause this hurts like hell.


And I am desperately trying to remember that tomorrow, as Scarlett O’Hara says, is another day.

If my heart will just listen.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

"Chopped" Questions

Blame Twitter.


I received a tweet from Food Network this morning, saying they were looking for looking for families that like to cook together.


You know my philosophy..."What the Hell".... so I retweeted to Anna-Grace that we should sign up.... she said "yeah!" soooo...I have.


I know nothing will come of it, but still...the application is lengthy and caused me to think.  Really think.  So I saved the questions and answers.  It will be fun to look back on it in a few years.....  and I thought it would make you giggle a bit.........


ENJOY!


In a few sentences, please share your story: Tell us who you are and your current situation.

I'm a recently-divorced, 30-something mind locked in a 50-something body.

I'm in the process of moving from Georgia back to my birth home of Shreveport, Louisiana --embarking on my "encore career" now that my youngest child is in college.  What that career will be, I have no earthly idea.  Please send any ideas my way via email above.

I'm the mom of 2 fabulous kids at Georgia Tech in Atlanta. My son, who is recently engaged, is a senior majoring in Physics, my daughter, a freshman in biomedical engineering. 

I'm an adventurous cook, and I've been told I'm good.  But it's my boy I want to tell you about. My son is passionate about cooking.  Male?  College student? Science-type?  What did I do right?   He and his fiancee visit the Buford Farmer's market every Sunday, buy their weeks' worth of food for about $40 and feast on things like handmade gnocchi and goat cheese and arugula pizza.

I TIVO "Chopped" as does he (ever since I gave him my old TIVO box). We play along whenever we are together--pausing just after the baskets are opened, and thinking of what to make. Sometimes we like our ideas better, but we always learn something.

But seriously, y'all--chocolate and mussels? Octopus and animal crackers????  



Describe your background/history-where are you from?

I grew up in Shreveport, LA. My grandparents were cotton and cattle farmers. My mom was a city-girl wannabe.  My mom couldn't cook (well, she thought she could, but I didn't know roast beef came in a "rare" variety until I went to college).  I have a bracelet with a charm that says "Mama TRIED"- because she did.  She still dreams that I will be a proper southern lady.  I'm more like a Rebel Without a Clue.  

I was married for 28 years. Finally had enough of a verbally abusive relationship and got divorced 2 years ago. My kids asked "What took you so long?"

You want to know where I am from?  After my first eighteen years in Louisiana, I have lived in (deep breath) Virginia, Germany, Arkansas, Maryland, Virginia, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Connecticut, Tennessee and now Georgia. (and, no, I am not a member of the witness protection program--my ex-husband was a corporate turn-around specialist).  I have live in Middle-of-Nowhere, Georgia--aka rural Washington County- for 11 years.   I love it here, but if you want basil, you have to go to Walmart and buy the seedlings. Anything not fried is considered a luxury food item. Catfish is the seafood of choice.

I go to New York once a year with my mom, sister-in-law and about 20 other Louisiana ladies. We travel like a well-heeled gang. Bendel's, Bloomingdales and Balthazar. JoJo is still my favorite NYC restaurant (I make orange dust to give to my friends at Christmas along with Jean-George's recipe).

I'm moving back to Louisiana in the next few months.



List family members and note any that may be involved in the culinary industry

My son, AJ (short for Alan, junior).  He's working this summer as a host at Steel in Atlanta (sushi-SE Asian)

My daughter, Alix (short for Alexandra)- loves to eat. Learning to cook.

My daughter-in-law (to be) Anna-Grace- baker extraordinaire and lucky recipient of what AJ cooks.

My sister-in-law Julie (in Louisiana) cooks every evening for her family of 5. Cooking is her therapy.  
She knows all the cashiers by name at her local grocery store. And they know her!



Why do you like to cook? Who do you cook for and how often?

Cooking is a creative release.  Learning to cook without a recipe, trusting my instincts, opened a whole new world.  I am actually looking forward to moving back to Louisiana so I can play "tag team" in the kitchen with my sister-in-law!

When my ex-husband and I were first married, we lived in Germany-he was in the Army.  I never knew how much to cook--the bachelors always came to our house to eat.  It was like a frat house--I cooked for 8-10 every night, and I knew SOMEONE would eat the food.

When my kids were teens, our house was the "hang out" house--I had an "opened door-opened fridge-opened mind" policy.  "Let me fix you a sandwich, tell me what happened" kinda thing. 

It's really weird to cook for one, I've learned.



Do you cook professionally? If so, where, and in what capacity?

Nope.  Even if I wanted to, I'm too old.  It's a "knees" thing.



If you are not a professional chef, list any goals past or present regarding cooking professionally. 

I really want to write a cookbook for my children.  So they can share it with THEIR kids.



What inspired you to start cooking? Where did your interest in food begin?

I watched my great-grandmother's cook Prudence (the child of slaves) make biscuits when she was in her 80's.  No one could make them like her, and the secret died with her.  I think it was in her hands.

My best friend in high school's mom taught me about  flank steak and vinaigrette-things that didn't exist in the South in the 70's. Oh, could Helen cook.  She was the perfect Jewish mother to this shiksa chick.

Oh, and there was this restaurant in New Jersey where I learned about dark chocolate paired with red wine. THAT was life changing.



Describe your cooking style, ingredients you love and any specialty dishes.

Anything, anywhere, anytime.

Saffron.

I love to play around with food and wine pairings. Two of my favorite things brought together.

You don't have enough TIME to read my thoughts on food.  You have a life to live.


What are you like in the kitchen when you are cooking?

Glass of wine.
Apron (I'm messy).
Laughing.
What the hell- go for it!  



Discuss some of the results/rewards of your cooking, the ways your culinary work has touched others.

Back when I was still married, we donated a game supper for twelve  to the annual Rotary auction. In rural Georgia, hunting is a big deal.  The ex would kill it, and I would cook it.  It was fun figuring out new ways to present wild boar, deer, dove, and duck.  One year, two bidders got into a bidding war, and, with the bid up to $900, we offered to do two suppers.  Made me feel really good....an organization can help a LOT of people on $1800. 



How would your friends/family describe you?

Unique.
Happy.
Content.



Describe your greatest accomplishment. (Culinary or otherwise)

My children.  Spend an evening with them and you will understand.



What is something that we wouldn't know about you by looking at you?

I'm Buddhist.



List any cooking competition experience

None at all.



Describe your passions/hobbies besides cooking:

I travel a lot as my mother's companion (I'm basically a cruise 'ho--I'll travel anywhere someone else is paying......). My favorite place on the planet is Norway, but that's not much for foodies. Whale with red currants is wonderful.  Southeast Asia has been a revelation. I still remember the amazing pork belly I had in New Zealand. Oh, and the spice market in Istanbul.  Yep, I remember places I've visited by their food.

I needlepoint and knit. I design canvases for other stitchers.

I'm passionate about photography.  I have completed TWO "Project 365"s--a photo a day for a whole year.

I write a blog...  www.maisoncourouge.com .  Yes, you translated it correctly..."Red Neck House"



Why do you think you can be the next Chopped Champion?

I'm a quick thinker and problem solver.  I have a sense of humor. I fly by the seat of my pants.

I actually think my SON would be more clever than I...............



What would you do with the $10,000 Chopped winnings?

Give it to my son and his fiancee so they could have the wedding they can only dream about.



In ONE sentence, tell us why the Food Network needs YOU on a special episode of Chopped

Whilst I appear to be a fairly-typical, 50-year old, Stay-At-Home-Mom, I am NOTHING like a fairly-typical, 50-year old, Stay-At-Home-Mom......... nothing could be farther off the mark.  Don't judge the book by its cover.



Describe any TV appearances.

I appeared in the on-floor audience of the local "Bozo the Clown" show in the late 60's.  I don't think the tape survives, though.



Monday, July 30, 2012

Big Changes at Maison Cou Rouge


I said 2012 was going to be a year of change.

I didn’t know how MUCH change, though.

If you are standing up, I would advise you to sit down.

I am moving back to Louisiana.

I’ll give you a moment to recover.

I know, I know....I said I wouldn’t.  It was a gut-wrenching decision-a decision I never in my wildest imagination thought I’d ever have to make. I actually decided back in the spring, but have been waiting for the right moment...which is guess is NOW.

I love living here in Middle-of-Nowhere, which, for the record is Tennille, or more appropriately, the twin cities of Sandersville-Tennille, Washington County, Georgia.  It’s tiny, yes, and it has its drawbacks-like the never ending quest for fresh fish and basil, or dining out on something other than fast food. But it’s a wonderful place to raise kids- just look at my two (not that I’m proud or anything).

It’s time for me to realize that, after twenty plus years of being a mom, it’s time for what is sardonically referred to as an “encore career”.  One that puts cash in the bank.

It’s purely an economic decision. The money has run out.  For the past two years (actually probably the last five) I have been relying on the generosity of my mother to pay my (and my kids’) expenses.  Call it pride, or hitting rock bottom, but I just can’t keep asking her to do it. 

It’s time for me to take care of me.  No one else.

Back ten years ago, I imagined the day when Alix graduated from high school.  I imagined the things I’d finally be able to do- study subjects that had been pushed by the wayside, explore my creative side, have the time to write cookbooks, and make jewelry and design needlepoint. I always anticipated this time in my life where things would get easier, more fun.

Well, as I always say, we make plans and God laughs.

I also think maybe I was a little bit naive.  LITTLE BIT?

I stayed in a bad marriage for so long because I thought I had no option.  I had no way of earning a living.  I was a stay-at-home mom- which is not a skill set valued by many in our day and age. At least not in the business world.  Fast forward two years, and it’s status quo.  Nothing has changed.

And I am lonely.

I realized THAT back in April-  Easter afternoon to be precise.  I’d  had the most wonderful morning-my kids (all four of them, for I consider Anna-Grace and Wesley mine almost as much as AJ and Alix) gave me the first Easter basket I’d had in almost forty years. Then they went off to the other sets of parents, and when I talked to my brothers and my mother that afternoon, I realized I was lonely.  Here I was, sitting by myself in this ridiculously big house listening to everyone having a great time at my mom’s.

So maybe it’s not purely an economic decision.

Actually, this really isn’t the best time to pick up and move.  I would really have preferred to stay here another year, at least until AJ and Anna Grace get married, so I’d have a base of operations and  so Alix would have a home to “come home” to during her first year at college. 

Even if I won the lottery and could afford to stay here, it would just be postponing the inevitable.

I need a life.  I need to MAKE a life. 

An “Encore Career”.  

I am scared. No, not scared.  TERRIFIED.  There’s this great big “Unknown” out there and I am awfully old to be dealing with great big “Unknowns”. I vacillate between scared, terrified, useless, incompetent, hopeless, humiliated, afraid, pessimistic, and worthless.  Basically a total epic fail.

Words like “optimistic”, “excited”, “enthusiastic” haven’t been in my vocabulary for so long, I can barely spell them. 


My sense of humor?  What sense of humor....and if THAT’s gone.....

It’s time to change.

It’s time  to put on my big girl panties.  It’s time to take charge of my life.

It’s time for me to LIVE my life.

Stay tuned  here for updates and timeframes.  I’m selling just about everything I own and planning on traveling light from now on.  So if you’ve ever admired anything of mine, make me an offer............

Maison Cou Rouge won’t be a place....It’s now a state of mind.

Pray for me.
Please.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Happy 40th Birthday!!!!

It's a very special birthday today...and here is the Boy!!!



Thank you to our dear friend, Cecilia Taylor, or Seagull, as she is known at Captain's Voyage Forum, for allowing me to use her SPLENDID photo of the Captain in his stripes!!!

I won't go into a whole spiel about how special this guy is to me... but you can read what I wrote about him  three and a half years ago if you want.

So, well done, dearest friend, for surviving forty years on the planet.  It is my dearest wish...and my daily prayer...that we have many, MANY more decades together to create chaos, panic, fear--along with  mirth and merriment!!!!

Sickness and health, good times and bad....I've got your back, just like you've got mine.

Gratulerer med dagen, darlin'!!!!!!!