Tring to get the hang of blogging

Well, I ask myself what is this blogging. I am going to read some other blogs to see what exactly this purpose is. How about it is at the end of every one of my emails. I did not know people could read what I say. I am not that private, well not private at all compared to most, but hey blogging to the world, now that is a concept. I am chilled at the thought, that I may be venting, and then it could be taken the wrong way. Well, Ummh I do not know how I feel about this. I saw some blogs on raw food talk. I wondered why are those blogs so neat and pretty. They looked so well put together. I am still trying to figure out how to get the kids pictures up on this blog. OK let me do a little more research on how to personalize my blog. I will have to let it sit awhile about folk readying my every thought.

This evening trying to slow my mind still

Well I read my last blog and was I spinning. I have not been ready my, A Thousand names for Joy, by Bryon Katy. Well any who, today my brother had to have surgery to remove his gallbladder it was gangrenes. He is doing well I hear. I did not see him because I can not come with Olu. My husband went late at night to see him. My mom was still there and his Son Lamumba. they say he is very well, he is up and smiles and talks very little but gives you the Michelle Obama dap. Well, I am still trying to quiet my mind. My eating is still off. I think preparation is the key. I will persist tomorrow. I am cleaning slowly after out flood. Yes our house flooded.

doing the WORK by Byron Katy

Listening to yourself be quiet is not easy. Like right now, I am purging the talk from myself. I have to learn to be quiet, even to myself. I want to be more grounded in my raw life. This is why I believe my mind is chattering so. Raw food, not sushi, or raw meats. Earth foods, like fruits and veggies. Well, It has just hit me to rest in quiet i will continue my journey about my food. Cooked food, is addictive, the fire makes it so, even as the fire burns the nutrients from it. I wished I was as committed about the nutrients as I am about my children receiving breast milk. I trust that the body will extract what it needs, so I do pizza. But when I eat raw fruits and veggies I see the richness of my breast milk, but i still ate the pizza. I chose cooked food over the good of my child? God is great and Olu, my son is safe. The good earth is so loving and gracious, breastmilk is made that even if you eat out side of the best, baby can still be well nourished. I know this, he is our fifth child Olu. He was born 8 pounds 12 ounces. He was healthy and vibrant. Olu was born with a VSD he received heart surgery at 6 months, and again with flying colors he persevered. Never a down day with him. He is outstanding and we are all grateful to know him and grow in love with him. Olu will be 8 months soon, in 4 days. He is magnificent. He has one other brother Menelik, and three sisters Nia, Nzinga, and Talha. We are blessed, all that we need is inside us, here on earth.

Love Imani

Imani