First Saturday of each month the Yoga Shakti Mission hosts their Monthly Vegetarian Luncheon at 12 Noon. This Saturday September 4th Puja and Virender Sharma will cook an Indian vegetarian lunch. The menu will include Maah and Rajmah Dal (Indian black beans and kidney beans cooked together), Navratan Korma (cauliflower,peas,potatoes,bell peppers,cottage cheese, carrots cooked in milk and cream and garnished with almonds,raisins and cashews) - Navratan Korma means Nine Gems; Jeera Rice (rice with cumin); Paratha (Indian fried bread) and a dessert. Suggested donation is $10 per person. Children free. Yoga Shakti Mission is located at 3895 Hield Rd NW, Palm Bay, FL 32907. A mile west of Minton Road, just north of Palm Bay Road (exit 176 off I-95) 321-725-4024 Visit www.yogashakti.org. Let us know if you would like to cook for one of our luncheons.
There will be a program for Krishna Janmashtami at Yoga Shakti Mission from 5:00 - 6.30 pm on Thursday 2nd September 2010. All are welcome to attend. Janmashtami, one of the most popular festivals of Hindus celebrates the birth of their beloved Sri Krishna. Yoga Shakti Mission is located at 3895 Hield Rd NW in Palm Bay, FL 32907, phone 321-725 4024 www.yogashakti.org
David Knowles writes: Tropical Storm Gaston’s Path: Will It Turn Into a Beast? (Sept. 1, 2010) According to the National Hurricane Center, Tropical Storm Gaston will continue to track toward the islands of the Lesser Antilles as it continues to intensify. The storm is forecast to become a hurricane late Saturday or early Sunday. It’s still to early to know the path Gaston will take, or whether it could reach the U.S. as a tropical storm or a hurricane. Good grief, what worrymongers during hurricane season. If the newly forming Tropical Storm Gaston storm even lives that long, after next Wednesday it will turn north when the new moon crosses the equator, right? But no, they don’t want to remind you of that to ease your mind, right?
The day the moon crosses the equator heading north, it has maximum thrust carrying systems northwards, which means the storms will stop heading west and head north. The storms to watch will be two weeks afterward. Remember, it’s a cycle. A cycle is a good thang. Read More…
Ravioli Tom Yum Soup
In 2004, I changed to a low fat diet and now I look for new ways to introduce old favorite foods back into the menu. I always loved pasta, and used to eat it with butter, lots of butter. About 60 pounds of butter apparently. For several years I didn’t eat it at all, I was afraid to fall into bad habits with it. Last month I had some real butter for the first time in 5 years and it had no real taste to me and I didn’t care for the feel of it on my tongue. Thank God for small favors, I kid you not.
So in the past I’d have a big bowl of ravioli with butter and garlic, probably with garlic bread on the side. Now, I’ll add 3 or 4 to a light soup, such as the tom yum soup I made yesterday, with crushed lemongrass, galangal, keffir lime leaves, several dried chilies simmered in a light chicken broth for 20 minutes then broth strained. Do not eat the lemon grass or lime leaves or gangalal - they are woodsy bits. To the clear broth, add 1 thinly sliced shallot, 2 sliced scallions, a handful of beansprouts and a handful (or can) of straw mushrooms. 1 teaspoon of tom yum paste or nam prik pao.
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I see Google Books has the Ringing Cedars series online. A summary I found interesting can be found here. A friend mentioned the series to me, I’d not heard of it. She’s into The Celestine Prophecy and Harry Potter type books. Not my style but looks interesting. I’m not much for new age fiction but it would have been neat to have books like this around when I was growing up, to explain metaphysical principles.
I wrote in Pain control and dumbing down the consciousness that I’d taken one 7.5 Mobic for two days to help with some wrist pain. It made me feel kind of dumbed down, but it gave me some vivid dreams. In one, I was sitting with my mom, who died in 1996, she in her blue nylon nightgown and me in pjs, and we were each drinking a glass of red wine. Which in real life we never did. We were just talking about ordinary things. I woke up feeling I’d visited with her. It was very cool.
I’d been having a bout with an old carpal tunnel injury and wrote on Facebook earlier this week: “Wow, I gave in and took one 7.5mg Mobic for my aching paw at 1:00pm and just now woke up at 10:00pm. Well, my hand hasn’t hurt since then, I’ll say that. This is why I don’t like to take drugs.” A Facebook friend wrote: “We call them Frog Pills because they make you feel like a pithed frog.“ She wasn’t exaggerating. I did it two days in a row, since it was the perfect time to stay off the computer. It shut down the ache, but it also shut down my brain. It made me feel… stupid. And not in a fluffy, stoned, la la la way. Just… inert. I did not feel particularly intuitive. And for someone whose livelihood depends upon my intuition, that’s no small thing. It also affected my meditation, it was like driving through a fog trying to stay focused. I so seldom take anything - even aspirin kinds of things - that I forget one side affect is dumbing down the consciousness. I’ll have to see if it’s worth it.
The September Horizons Magazine is now online at http://horizonsmagazine.com
This week I moved some big rocks around in the yard to new places in the yard. On my laps around the property, I make sure to keep all ornamental rocks and stepping stones on top of the newly fallen leaves and deadfall, and not let it get lost underneath. A dozen years ago, a boyfriend had created several paths with stones and timber, in areas of the yard I seldom visited. It wasn’t long before the leaf fall covered the stones and pathway markers from view. Several years later, I began raking up all the leaves for mulch when I saw the stones underneath and remembered. Sometimes I let areas of my life get like that, too. I let something useful and beautiful lie unused, forgetting about it if it’s out of sight. Then I come across it later and wonder how I could have forgotten something so wonderful, and I am delighted all over again by what was right there all the time.
