Love and Healing Vibes to the Twin Cities

Love and Healing Vibes to the Twin Cities

The summer of 2020 will likely be remembered as one of heartbreak and frustration. The effects of COVID-19 will be felt for years to come and our community exists on a tightrope balancing between caution and cabin fever. This should be a time of patience and kindness, love and compassion. Instead, the senseless and inexcusable murder of George Floyd at the hands of four Minneapolis police officers shines an undeniable spotlight on the pervasive undercurrent of bigotry in our society.

To arrogantly assume that our thoughts or opinions convey a sense of understanding of what systemic bigotry and racism feels like would be ridiculous. Literally anything we write as middle class, white, bloggers will come from an unaffected perspective. What can we add to this conversation that is actually helpful? Out of the shock and sadness that we feel for our community, the hesitation to make tone deaf statements, bring politics into our blog, or at the very worst, unintentionally hurt someone, we have stayed silent. Making peanut gallery comments on social media or posting memes seems less than productive. We do, however, feel like now is a time when silence is louder than words, and as lines get drawn in the sand we want no confusion about which side we are on.

We support the protesters and those whose voices and frustrations have been ignored for far too long. We are outraged by any aggression directed toward peaceful protesters. They march because systemic racism, sexism, and bigotry pervades our society. Change is far too slow and our community deserves better. They surround police stations and government buildings, they march on the freeway, they kneel at football games, they refuse to move to the back of the bus. This is the very definition of civil disobedience. I am humbled by their bravery. (I say “they” because I have yet to personally participate. Logan has taken his turn. I suspect my turn is close at hand. It would be disgusting to claim that I am part of this fight when I have done nothing so far but nod my head in agreement. But make no mistake, I am on board. I am an ally.)

We love Minneapolis and St. Paul and support our community of all people. During the last week, the nights have raged with both justified anger and shameful opportunism. But every morning, neighbors of all races and creeds came together to clean, rebuild, and support one another. The community pride, resiliency, and generosity has been a thing of beauty and is enough to restore one’s faith in humanity. There are far more instances of support than those of violence. Please take those fear-mongering news stories with a grain of salt.

Downtown St. Paul

We support the majority of police officers who protect and serve their community with honor, and we condemn those whose unforgivable aggression and abuse makes them a disgrace to the badge, as well as those who shelter the crimes of their colleagues. We are elated that the four officers responsible have been charged and hope that justice will be served. We hope this may be the beginning of a long overdo turning of the tides to a system of accountability and to end the institutionalized protection of the corrupt. No more will systemic racism and police brutality be swept under the rug.

Today was George Floyd’s memorial service and thus it seemed a fitting time to break our silence and proclaim our love for the people of these cities. ALL the people.

Logan and I acknowledge our privilege, and every day we strive to listen and be better informed. We try to be better allies, community members, and stewards of our planet. Our hearts and positive vibes go out to the family of George Floyd (and those who preceded him), the honorable police officers and first responders who are protecting and serving the community as well as the protesters with respect and kindness, and finally, to the people of Minneapolis and St. Paul. We will come out of this stronger and better than ever.


Shaping Up: Updating My Shape

I started my “quest to shape up” at the beginning of February, weighing in at about 188 pounds and standing five feet, seven inches tall (on the tall side for Colorado, on the short side for Minnesota.) The intermittent fasting diet began around the same time. Shortly thereafter, I began a free, online, 30-day yoga program and completed a lesson almost every day. Here’s a brief outline of what has happened since:


Soberversary: Four Years Dry

Every year on April Fools Day, Britt and I go out to a nice dinner. During the first of these outings, we got a giant tower full of raw oysters, shrimp, and crab legs at a restaurant we’d been eyeballing since it opened, but on which we had yet to let ourselves splurge. Since then, seafood has tended to be our theme mostly out of tradition. The reason we do this every year is to celebrate the day that I didn’t die.


The Old Homestead

The Old Homestead

Logan and I fell in love with our house on our first (and only) day of house hunting. We went home after viewing about six homes in total and made an offer that night. We wondered at the time if we were crazy for rushing things. I HATED our temporary apartment and we were so new to the cities, we hadn’t explored enough to commit to a particular neighborhood yet. But, this magical house tucked away on a hidden cul de sac in a close, but small, suburb hit all of our needs as well as many of our desires. Plus, it had a nostalgic quality about it that reminded us both of our grandparents’ homes. It had good juju. It just felt like home.

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Ostara 2020: Celebration in Quarantine

Today is March 20, 2020 and it is day 5 of quarantine for Britt and me. Yesterday was the Spring Equinox, the day we celebrate Ostara, and the first day of Spring. It was a perfect Spring day to be home. This is a time of chaos in the world, but more than ever I would like to take a moment to focus on the balance that this time of year embodies, take stock in what I am thankful to have, and what exciting things we’ve been preparing for.

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Waking Up on the Far Side of the Hill

I am a vain person. 

Ever since the awkwardness of puberty has passed, I have been pretty comfortable in my own skin, confident in my personal appearance, and if I’m honest, a little cocky. Historically, the camera loved me and I loved the camera in return. It’s not that I placed all of my self-worth in something as trivial as physical appearance, I had (and still have) a healthy appreciation for my intellect, personality, talent, etc. Not perfect by any means, just generally awesome. But ever so slowly, something has been changing. It’s been such an incremental change, that I almost didn’t notice it happening.

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Under the Knife: A Lesson in Procrastination

Over the past year, I finally made a point to take care of some basic adulting that I’ve been putting off, and by adulting I mean doctor appointments. During the move to Minnesota, and the year of finding a home and planning a wedding, we had enough on our plate that it was easy to put off finding a doctor. Afterwards, I no longer had any excuse, so I set up a string of physicals, blood tests, scans and everything that I shouldn’t have put off for over a year. Because I was taking care of business, I decided to finally talk to a doctor about fixing an issue I’ve had on the back burner since high school: a twenty year old hernia.


Home Garden – Take One: Raised Bed on a Budget

I have always wanted to have a vegetable garden, but until our current house, I have always been a renter or lived in a condo. And since moving away for college, I have rarely stayed anywhere for more than a year.

Our current house is on a wooded lot with several large, old oak trees, which is lovely, but means shade. Lots and lots of shade.

There is one spot on the side of our house that gets more than six hours of sustained sun. Our first summer here, I planted a single Ghost Pepper plant straight into the ground which produced enough fruit for me to spice up all my food for a couple months and make about a year’s worth of pepper jam. This year, I thought I’d go further and build a raised bed so we could finally have a real garden.


That Damn Rainbow Bridge

I realize as a woman how lucky I am. I was there when that wonderful creature drifted into my life and I was there when she drifted out. It was the most precious moment of my life.

M’Lynn, Steel Magnolias

TISSUE ALERT! I may have used a tissue or two while writing this post… you have been warned. Also, this post talks in terms of ‘dogs,’ but these ideas are really interchangeable with any animal who has captured your heart: cats, guinea pigs, iguanas… we love them all the same.

Elderly dogs can be gross. (Puppies are gross too, but for different reasons.) Now when I say they are gross, it doesn’t mean I love them any less, but they do tend to develop that old dog smell, weird skin growths, and icky teeth. They tend to need expensive medication and food, more potty breaks, and have more potty accidents in the house.

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