Let's separate this into two blogs in one.
A few days ago the lovely Nikki of Yoga instruction fame posted a video on Facebook (wait…was it Nikki?) of all these things you can do with bread for a holiday table. One of the things was making a bread basket, or a basket out of bread as it were.
The very next night on Canada’s Best Baker they had bread night and two people did the same thing! So…..
Mine did not come out quite as well! I used Pillsbury Breadsticks – the kind in the exploding can and started seeing the problems immediately! The dough is so stretchy that it would move on it’s own, longer then thinner. The second problem is that it didn’t stick to the bowl until after it was baked, and then it wouldn’t come off the bowl!
It was tasty, but not a basket. Sean and I enjoyed eating it off the bowl so I guess I could use it as a centerpiece, and we could all dive in, ala Knights of the Round Table Dinner style, but not quite what I was going for.
Excuse the Messy - it was only a test
Blog #2 (took me three tries to type that, I kept typing Grog??? Why?)
I had my second appointment today with an amazing woman. She is an LMT but so much more. She is so knowledgeable about how the human body works. She took pity on me a month ago and knowing there is no way I could afford her, she really is the high end version, she asked me to come in and see her to see if she could help me with my hips. Amazing.
So today, she has her finger in my solar plexus releasing some of the tightness and suddenly my breathing opens up. At the same time we are talking about pain levels and she said “Pain is Private”. AND I BURST INTO TEARS! WTF!!!!
She meant it one way but when I heard the words my body just released and the words hit my soul.
I carry so much emotional pain inside of me and have always done so well at partitioning it off from the rest of my life. In the last few years I have added so much physical pain to the mix and I think I have just gotten so good at sectioning these things off that I block both kinds of pain now.
It was an unexpected therapy session because for the next thirty minutes every time I tried to talk I started crying. I can’t even begin to tell you how unlike me that is.
Oh, and she gave me a lung exerciser thing that when used makes my breathing sound like Darth Vader and scares the bejeesus out of the dog.