Monday, April 25, 2011

A New Day, A New Way - by Patty Mooney

17th century Persian digestive systemImage via Wikipedia

I have been fascinated by the workings of my digestive tract, ever since I was about a year and a half old and conducted an experiment of swallowing a penny to see how long it would take to land in the potty. Fortunately it did not get stuck anywhere on its way down and I believe it was a day and a half later when it was delivered to the "designated location."

When over the last few months my stomach felt bloated and the digestive process seemed sluggish, I consulted my physician who drew blood and gave me a clean bill of health. Still, looking at my profile in a mirror and seeing that I looked pregnant, and now I was experiencing pain after imbibing alcohol, I knew something was amiss. As if that weren't enough to inspire me, my younger brother died in December of coronary arterial sclerosis. And our good friend, the magician, Steve Dacri, just passed in February from colon cancer.

I pulled out some old nutrition books I had up on the shelf by Dr. Norman Walker, about colon cleansing and juice fasting. I knew that there must be some toxicity in my system and that in order to heal myself, I would have to start from scratch.


I decided to eliminate sugar, salt and white flour from my diet. I decided to eliminate alcohol and denatured foods (those found in cans, boxes and in the frozen foods department). And I decided to eliminate dairy and meat. What's left??? Well, in making this radical decision to eat living foods, a whole new world has opened up to me. I pulled out my 40-year-old Champion juicer which still works like a champ, and started to make juices with carrots, apples, cucumbers and leafy green veggies. I voraciously gobbled the book, "Green For Life" by Victoria Boutenko, bought a Blendtec blender - you know, the one in which someone blended a cell phone and it went on ticking, and went to our local Farmers' Market, picked up some fresh organic fruits and veggies, and have been going to town on green smoothies. When I get hungry in the afternoons I munch on organic raw nuts and dried fruits. At the moment I am sipping a green smoothie that contains grapefruit juice, orange juice, bananas, blueberries, strawberries, apple, and a variety of greens and sprouts. (And it tastes awesome.)

I feel better than I have in a long, long time. My elimination process is going swimmingly. I get up a couple of hours earlier than I used to - voluntarily and happily. I have more energy. Yesterday (Easter Sunday) I climbed to the top of a mountain and looked out over a beautiful valley featuring pines, manzanita, yucca and a singing stream, far from civilization. Oh yeah, and I've lost seven pounds. I no longer look nor feel pregnant, after only about three weeks.

ICover of Green for LifeCover of t makes so much sense! These green smoothies are the best way to deliver protein and necessary nutrients to your system. Your stomach and intestines don't get so clogged and bogged down as they do with meat and white starchy foods. And these smoothies taste delicious. Of course the dairy and meat industries do not want you to stray off their products. They really have a stranglehold on people, and I believe that fast-food joints are the downfall of humanity. If you decide to explore the pleasures of eating living foods, I'll bet you'll be happy that you did.






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Thursday, April 21, 2011

Experiments with Peeps - A Poem by Patty Mooney

Pink Marshmallow PeepsImage via Wikipedia Pink peeps on Rice Krispie
baskets grouted in marshmallow.
Sweet peeps glisten
eyes wide, beaks mute.
Half-eaten peeps
headless and landfill-
bound after Easter.

The garbage truck strains
and grinds, shrieking
into the early morning
as though lending language
to those stiffened peep
corpses buried
under potato peelings,
congealed fat
and suburban stench.

Chirrup twitter chirp tweet !
Those tiny peep voices
rise in a sugary dirge.
Resiliency's an asset
as pink as a fresh
pack of peeps.
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Monday, April 18, 2011

Blood Diamonds - A Poem by Patty Mooney


Alluvial diamond miners in Kono District, Sier...

Image via Wikipedia Since 1991, the Revolutionary United Front (RUF) has fought to overthrow successive Sierra Leonean governments it accuses of widespread corruption, nepotism, and mismanagement of the country's vast diamond and mineral resources. The rebels use axes, machetes, and knives to kill and maim hundreds of people, including women and children. This is a poem I wrote in 2000 about the issue (prior to the movie starring Leo DiCaprio):




From the fields of Sierra Leone

to the shops of Belgium

blood diamonds in the pockets of rebels,

black hearts black market,

this priceless booty extracted

from severed hands of women and children.

What kind of mind would wield that rusty axe,

hack away the human potential to take, to give, to touch?

You've seen the ads: Diamonds are a girl's best friend.

This girl has no fingers.

Eyes luminous, she tells the reporter:

I don't want people to buy diamonds.

Diamonds are killing us.


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Monday, April 11, 2011

Malegram from Jimmy the Bartender - A Poem by Patty Mooney

Mural on a Garbage CanImage by cleopatra69 via Flickr
When the cousins are just sitting around, start tossing them a football. Think about the guy a mile away, the dog, a stick, and a pile of leaves. A lot of anger swirling around. Shut down the vent. It’s not hard. Just don’t show your friends your garbage can.


Note: This is a cross-out poem, created from circling the phrases I like and crossing out everything else, in an article entitled "Malegram from Jimmy the Bartender."


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Friday, April 8, 2011

Miniature Flowers for Mom - by Patty Mooney


My husband and I went to a local street fair last weekend and as we strolled past all the crafts booths, Mark spotted one that really stood out. I wandered off in another direction until he came, grabbed my hand, and drew me back to that booth. He pointed at an array of pendants that were full of color. As I looked closer, I saw that these were like teeny gardens that you could wear around your neck.

The woman running the booth informed us that her pendants and earrings were made with real flowers that were specifically grown to be miniature. Amazing! Each handmade piece of jewelry was preservd in acrylic and encased in Sterling Silver, with no two alike.

Since Mother's Day is around the corner, I wanted to let my lovely readers know about these extraordinary pieces. Nope, I am not getting a commission. I'm just breaking some news here... These would make great gifts not only for Mom, but for any woman in your life who ever has a birthday, or with whom you share an anniversary. Or for no reason at all! Take it from me... There is simply nothing better than an unsolicited gift of jewelry from your lover. Right, ladies?

You can find these pieces at Etsy. Just look for "Real Flowers."