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To Choose a Memory…

I did A Thing. Again. I made my way for the annual Kaleidoscope Gathering to connect and join with hundreds of my friends to celebrate our spiritual communities and share the gifts of Time and Knowledge. I’d had a bit of a snafu getting there this year…but, being the theme was “Cosmos”…I was not going to go down without punching Lupus in the proverbial junk. See, I was leaving three days after yet another, though final, chemo infusion. I was puking up until the night before, after working my shift, after trying to do All The Things to ensure my…

Healing Through Art: Portable canvas

Nope. Not in the actual activity…we’re talking all things ink… Tattoo. A week or so ago…maybe a couple of weeks? Time flies when you’re having fun, right? RIGHT?!?!? I had posted an article about the currently trending “semi-colon” tattoo and it’s significance. Project Semicolon “I would so totally do this!” I’d posted. So. I did.   Thankfully, my dear friend, Tracy, knew a person. We went to see her person. I walked out with yet another story on my portable canvas. [enter full circle, stage left]   But, wait! There’s more! This year is a hard year in the sense…

Dirty feet and a clean soul

I think the best kinds of escapes should come with their own epiphany. Like, don’t use muscle rub on your lower lumbar in the throes of summer heat because you sweat and will ultimately numb your hoo-ha. *shifty eyes* Or, sometimes…in your valiant efforts to try to “fit in”…you realize that your best escapes come when you walk to the beat of the rhythm of the goals and desires you, alone, wish to manifest. I’ve got social anxiety somethin’ stupid. It makes my conversations awkward, at times…weird, at others. So, immersing myself into the biggest spiritual festival is always fraught with…

Regroup, Refresh, Reanimate

I’ve been waiting for tomorrow for days. And days. I’mma leavin’ for camping…for TWO WEEKS. *jazz hands* This is my “Regroup, Refresh, Reanimate”…the once-a-year head-out into the woods to commune with nature’n’stuff. And, by “stuff”, I mean, friends I haven’t seen since this time last year, trees, spirit, heart-heal and the like.     We take the three younglings with us, but my husband and I will have the last weekend of the two weeks to camp by ourselves. HUZZAH!! Regular camping. Kaleidoscope Gathering. LebowskiCampFest. I’m totally IN my element, man. The meals have been cooked, frozen, and fresh consumables acquired.…

How I found my secret to life*…

*my life. Disclaimer. I haz one. So, I’m back from making a conscious choice to live outside for the past 10 days, family in tow, camping at one of the largest spiritual festivals in Canada, Kaleidoscope Gathering. Bat-shit crazy? Only if I didn’t learn anything from it! 😉 What did I learn, you ask? I learned the secret to life, of course. And I’mma gonna share it…because I can… First off!! RECAP!! Unicorns. True story. Rainbows. Unrelated true story. Heroes. True story. (…have you ever been hailed in the pale moonlight…) Smiles and giggles and laughter and sun and warmth…

Friday #gladitude, Summer 2013 Edition

*happyspazzydance-a-jig* IT’S HOLIDAY TIME!!!!!!!!!!! The countdown to 5 p.m. tonight is going to be loooooooooooooooooooong. Lupus Interrupted is going on hiatus until August 5th, 2013. “Why? Aren’t you going to schedule your posts?” No. I contemplated this for a long time. 2.2 seconds, to be precise. Why? Because I want to illustrate a very, very important concept. Sometimes? You *must* not giveth-a-shiteth about the rest of the world’s problems that I know in some small way you personalize and internalize in this bat-shit crazy heavenly blue orb in the cosmos. For me, this comes with not having to feel like…

Our Best Family Camping Recipes!

No, seriously. As in, “My kids will actually eat this!” 😉 I’ve been camping regularly for the past five years. When I started, I’d been on two, maybe three, camping trips with my parents. In my whole life. Now? Now I camp 3-4 times per year, usually at major festival events.   And by “camping”, I really mean “I choose to live outside for ___ days in a tent.” It’s how memories are made. Five kids, a daycare, healthcare appointments and the general chaos of my reality says, “WHAT?!?” All in the prep-work, baby…all in the prep. For example, sometime…

How to make a memory…

No kidding. I rather wish I’d gotten my arse in gear a lil’ earlier in this regard, instead of the superficial flight through all things chronic illness.   “Seriously, what are you ON?!?!?” Here’s the thing: No matter your current condition…healthy, not healthy, unhealthy, fitness addict, couch potato…you are here “For a limited time only!!!” So? It’s especially difficult for those afflicted with chronic illness to find that “joie de vivre” to make just getting out of bed in the morning worthwhile. I know. I *know*. Thus? I have endeavoured to take advantage of opportunities as they present themselves. Boating…