Eleven Days to Make a Difference

Written by Ethan Engel on . Posted in Ethan's Garden

Jen Slotterback was hiking in her favorite park when she found signs of surveying for gas drilling, or fracking. She went home and told her husband Jim, and although the two had never been actively involved in the issue of gas drilling, they immediately began a campaign to save the park. The board that controlled the park was set to vote on whether to drill in the park in 11 days. The story of the Slotterbacks' journey of those 11 days is the subject of this film.
 
 

Lovely New Year

Written by Ethan Engel on . Posted in Ethan's Garden

Who can imagine what it is to have no worries, so misgiving, no apprehension, no sorrow?

Can I imagine having perfect calm and concentration all the time?

Maybe this is why time was given to me.

 

Decisions, decisions

Written by Jennifer Mulson on . Posted in Jennifer Lives Well

I have a terrible time making decisions.decisions

They wake me up at 2 a.m. and eat away at me for a couple of hours. I lie there and interrogate myself: “This way or that way? Don’t you know anything? Don’t you know what you want? You really should know what you want by this point in your life. WHAT DO YOU WANT?”

Eventually I get up out of bed and go surf the web, looking for advice and lusting after articles that promise, “Five easy ways to make a decision” and “Painless decision making guaranteed!”

And yes, there are some good tips to be had, but I still get paralyzed by my own overactive brain. Isn’t this why I started doing yoga?

One video I watched recently suggested one way of figuring out what you really want. It reminded me of one of my favorite authors - Martha Beck. If you’ve never read any of her books, I highly recommend them.

A Pain in the Belly

Written by Jennifer Mulson on . Posted in Jennifer Lives Well

I have a fire in my belly, and not the good kind.

Ulcers are for stressed-out business men in suits. They work on Wall Street. They buy and sell and cut proverbial throats while they’re at it, then go off to big steak dinners with scotch and cigars. They go home and don’t sleep because they’re doing deals in their heads all night long.

stomachUlcers don’t happen to women like me. Or so I thought.

That was deluded. Ulcers can happen to anybody. And by anybody, I mean me. Of course, I didn’t know what it was when I was only 21. All I knew was at the time I happily graduated from college, my tummy was a daily mess of pain. It happened mostly after I ate, and caused nights of sleeplessness. I didn’t know what it was and didn’t go to the doctor for it either. Somehow, someway, it eventually disappeared. I was momentarily grateful, but forgot all about it in my haze of 20 something festivities. Ah, youth.

Five things I'd like to apologize to myself for

Written by Jennifer Mulson on . Posted in Jennifer Lives Well

I’d like to invite my nearly four decades old body out for some green juice. Or green tea. Or green vegetables. At any rate, something good and green. She deserves it after all the poison I’ve stuffed in her and the nonsense I’ve said about her through the years.

It’s amazing how much we put these little flesh-covered tanks through, isn’t it?

Thankfully, Father Time and Mother Nature eventually caught up with me, sat me down and spoke in a way that commanded my attention. I'm sure it will happen again many times in the future. It happens to all of us, I think, and the cold, hard truth is often hard to hear and even harder to accept, but the wisdom that comes with it is priceless.

Here are a few of my hard-earned truths:

1. Tan in a can - Oh, when I think of all the tanning bed exposure I put my poor, fair skin through in my 20s, it makes me want to weep. My best friend and ex-roommate at the time worked and worshipped at the altar of Tan Your Hide. He’d sneak us in after hours and set the beds for 20 minute fry sessions not once, but two times in a row. Oh, the leathery alligator skin horrorI

I now worship at the altar of SPF. I know I’ll never be able to erase the sun damage, though, which makes this my top health regret.