Apples, spinach, celery and mint. Wasn’t sure what this one would taste like.
Surprisingly good.
I’m not sure if having dental work has made the juice fast easier, but I think so. Since I’ve had to have the temporary crown replaced, I’m so conscious of it, and drinking is much easier on my teeth than eating.
Today my son was home from school and decided to make me lunch
This morning the temporary crown that cost me so much yesterday fell out and I was grumpy. My son, who was off school sick offered to make me lunch. It’s not a homemade juice – in fact I’m not entirely sure what it was (pomegranite flavoured I think), but the decoration was lovely and the thought was pure kindness.
Afterwards I went for a walk, so these photos really represent “lunchtime” for me today.
Another day, another juice
This is today’s lunch. It’s apple, carrot and beetroot and I’m drinking it through a straw because I’ve been to the dentist this morning and now have a brand new filling and a crown, not to mention a mostly numb face and a big hole in my bank account. On balance, I preferred the small holes in my teeth.
Juice ingredients; apples, celery, mint and a little ginger.
This week I’m trying to do a juice fast to see if a) it helps me lose some weight, b) weaken my caffeine addiction and c) somehow, magically stop the pain I’m in from endometriosis.
Apple, mint and celery juice, with a little ginger and a squeeze of lemon. Yum.
So for the Weekly Photo Challenge, here’s today’s lunch juice. Not sure about the medicinal properties, but it tastes really nice.
A single bloom. Twilight, at the New Plymouth Festival of Lights.
Dew hangs from a spider’s web. Early morning in Greenhithe, Auckland, NZ
Always reaching; always moving forward.
Raising a child is the ultimate act of moving forward. There is no way back, no return. And though all the sleepless nights (in their babyhood and teens), the tears (theirs and your own), the arguments, lost homework, forgotten sports kit and left-behind cuddly toys, trips to the emergency doctor, mind-numbing nursery rhymes … well, you know all this. Through it all, your child moves forward – at a pace that never seems quite right – whatever it is. And you move with them.
“Forward” is a word that fits my son perfectly, and this photo is kind of symbolic of him. From birth he’s always wanted the thing that was just a little out of his reach. As soon as he could crawl he wanted to walk; walking was only a stepping stone to running. Every skill he has mastered has increased his desire to do more; better. He treats every day as a chance to move forward, and he amazes and inspires me with his capacity to master the new and look for more.
phoenix journies: a story about starting over 