Green Soup or Bieler’s Broth for prostate and bowel health

Enjoy!

kale, optional

See also: celiadermontblog.com/2014/04/20/spring-greens

For many of us, especially we oldsters, cancer has become a chronic disease, which can be managed. I’m all in favour of western meds as front line tools – don’t get me wrong, but the prostate clinic at our local cancer hospital got me thinking that I should re-post the green soup recipe. I believe eating it every morning for the past 11 years has kept my breast and bowel cancer at bay. Stands to reason that keeping the bowel “scrubbed” will also help its close neighbour the prostate.

I see lots of wives and other potential cooks with the men in the clinic, but having one is no reason to fob off the task, just as not having one is no reason to opt out.  It’s easy. Adapt the recipe below to 3 ingredients: zucchini, beans (green or yellow) and parsley to make it easier. (I don’t measure really. I just use a big bunch of parsley, a bag of beans and a big zucchini to balance. You’ll figure out what you like after a few test runs.) Make it once a week and freeze daily portions.

And of course, follow your bliss as Joseph Campbell said. Green soup will soon be part of it.

ORIGINAL POST

This is my variation of Henry Bieler’s broth recipe. His uses celery instead of seaweed or kale and chard as mine does. (You can find his recipe on Google) Green soup at breakfast is a great way to start the day. All those green pot-scrubbers (gut-scrubbers?) get to work for you right away.

chard

GREEN SOUP/Bieler’s broth

1 cup soaked seaweed (wakame or alaria) or kale or chard
1 medium zucchini, sliced
1 cup green or yellow beans, tips off
1 bunch of parsley, finely chopped by hand or processor
1 – 1 1/2 cups of water

Bring to boil, turn heat down, cook 8 -10 minutes. DO NOT OVERCOOK. Should still be very green and possibly still crunchy.( When using alaria, which is tougher than wakame, I precook it for 1/2 hr.)
Run through a food processor until as smooth as you like. Water down to suit when you reheat and eat. Freeze in suitable portions if necessary. I keep out 3 servings and freeze the 6 remaining in ziplock bags individually.

1 cup wakame/alaria, cut and soaked

1 medium zucchini, sliced

1 cup green beans, 1 bunch parsley

108 Moves in the Right Direction: tai chi or NOT

The Tao Te Ching begins by telling us that the Tao that can be named is not the true Tao. That is true of many things, your love for your spouse or children, for example. Try putting that into words. And it is certainly true of tai chi.

Anthony left a request on my book Never Tell‘s Facebook page asking me to write about tai chi. I replied I would think about it. I have done, for several weeks and I still don’t know where to begin. So I’ve stolen the motto of an international tai chi organization and I’ll see what I can do.

If you follow my blog, you know I am ancient of days. (not The Ancient of Days note. That’s another dude, who, presumably is a tai chi master Himself.) But, TA DA, drum roll please, I can stand on one leg and luffa the other foot, I can lie down on the floor and get back up with no help, (shut up chair), I can get out of the car without lifting the outside leg with my hands and so much more. I have survived 2 malignancies, one for 13 years and the other, completely different one, for 10. So much for the score sheet.

It is also true that I am one of those lucky people who are earning their wings through suffering. My body thinks it’s amusing to be in one kind of discomfort or the other all the time. It scrolls through a punishing list of pains and aches on a regular basis: bowel spasm, back spasm, leg spasm, indigestion, dizziness, feeling faint, feeling faint while sleeping (!), fatigue, exhaustion and, my personal favourite, diaphragm spasm and weakness.

Now Body’s objecting that much of this is caused by me or Mind that keeps shoving stuff down into flesh and muscle and organ and bone INSTEAD OF PROCESSING IT IN A MENTALLY HEALTHY WAY. OK, stop shouting. I hear you.

And so I do tai chi.

I started 20 years ago, but I began serious study only 15 years ago. As late as 10 years ago as I was recovering from major surgery in So Cal, I still couldn’t do the whole set up in Kenneth Hahn park without a plastic-covered cheat-sheet on the picnic table. When I was more or less better and back in TO, I started going to class more often and ended up instructing beginners for 8 years.

Listen, you don’t want to start tai chi. It’ll take over your life. You’ll get addicted to all those endorphins. You muscles will ache at first and you’ll have to consult your teacher about whether you need to correct something to stop it. You’ll be in trouble at home for being out so much. Just when you think you’ve got it, your teacher will let you know you haven’t. Then you’ll feel as if you can’t do it at all. There is absolutely no end to it. I’ve heard people say it will take several lifetimes just to get one move at the end, call it “Turn to Sweep Lotus” down pat. Face it -there is no “down pat”. There is no perfection. Never. You can go on learning forever.

OMG, you actually like that last idea!

Well, you wouldn’t like that feeling of calm that settles on you during the set, once you have  learned it enough to follow. You wouldn’t like the group energy that gets going when you follow each other well. You’re an individual aren’t you? You’re a North ‘Merican if not actually an ‘Merican. (No apology needed Ozzies as you know. You’re even more so. And that 1 German viewer same diff.) You don’t want some tai chi master correcting you. Good grief, all the instructors in my club are volunteers and we are supposed to maintain our own club building and run the damn place. “This is not an exercise club”, we are told. Charitable works, open hearts! Come on!

Of course, you may be able to find a tai chi club that espouses closed hearts, uncharitable works, etc. Good luck! Your club may just charge you a high fee and let you go your own way.

I have to confess that last Saturday, at the good old volunteer-based tai chi club, when 7 of us foregathered in a work party to lift and drill and clean and eat a delicious lunch that an  someone had brought unbidden, then I was carried back to my childhood and the church hall with the women setting out the chicken pie supper. I loved that group co-operation and getting things done.

Doing a tai chi set later, a group of 6 just like doing it in a group of 35 or on occasion in a group of 700, has that same feeling, many-fold.

I hesitate to recommend tai chi to you. It’s a serious decision. You’ll be frustrated at first. You don’t want that. You may hurt sometimes. You’ll never actually know whether it’s the tai chi that making you limber and strong and keeping you alive. And all that peace that comes of a moving meditation, how’s that going to jack you up?

Better not.

Is it okay to be mean?

In my post “OK, Now I’m Mad”, I was mean to my Toronto Star courier, implying that she could be brighter and that got me asking whether it was okay to be mean while blogging.

I know bloggers don’t take an oath as doctors do to do the harm, but isn’t it a general rule of civility? If so, what’s going to happen to humor?

How for example can Clotida Jamcracker be so funny if she gives up dissing her high school acquaintances and her mother-in-law Dottie? http://clotildajamcracker.wordpress.com/2012/07/25/making-coffees/

On a more serious side, how can we understand why Slapppshot kidnapped his daughter to Sweden if we don’t know her Australian mother had become a drug addict?  Right now he’s in the middle of a series titled, “Confessions of an Alcoholic”. http://slapppshotblog.com/2012/07/24/confessions-of-an-alcoholic-2/  These, I am glad to note, are other people’s stories and he has permission to recount them. So no harm.

Clotilda has built a firewall around her true identity and used  pseudonyms, so the chances of her targets finding out how she really feels -or feels when she’s being funny – are slim. Slapppshot on the other hand would be easier to uncover. Indeed much to his dismay someone actually did and emailed him ominously that they knew where he lived.

Is it okay to be mean if we do it anonymously then?

Oh, this question is way too politically correct, isn’t it?

OK Now I’m Mad: newspaper subscriber bites back

You’re to blame. So am I. We read blogs. My laptop is sitting on top of my morning paper, which is largely unread. Newspapers, they say are dying, although this rumour like the one about Mark Twain’s death, seems to be greatly exaggerated. Not dead in my town anyway where I get to choose between 4 papers, 2 of them national. But – BUT- they have grown leaner. The National Post doesn’t publish a print edition on summer Mondays and the Toronto Star charges extra for its puzzle section and its TV guide. Now this complicates the delivery process because someone, dare I say with a brain,  needs to put these special sections into the relevant papers and about once a month, they fail to do so. Thereby hangs the tale.

Last Saturday, I went through the 10 or 12 sections of the Star 3 times, looking in vain for my TV guide. Not there. And I was paying $1 extra for it. I wanted it. Sure I could use the digital guide if I wanted to spend the time scrolling through it. I didn’t. I wanted to look at a printed schedule on -gasp – paper and plan what to TIVO or as we say up here PVR.

I phoned the relevant number. Then I had to start punching in other numbers, my phone number, my postal code, my house number, the number for a section missing, the number for the Star Week, birthdate, weight in kilos, etc. Half an hour later, the phone rang. A company name I didn’t recognize came up on the call display, but it was 8 a.m. and I was about to give this telemarketer an earful. It was the company that handles delivery complaints for the Star. Could I possibly wait until Sunday for my TV guide? The delivery woman had left the area. Well, of course, I could. A TV guide was not essential to survival after all. Would I be happy to do so? Not really. He would try, he said, to find a carrier still in my vicinity. Apparently, he failed. Saturday evening’s TV schedule was digital and there was nothing on anyway.

Sunday morning was blissfully quiet. The people upstairs and downstairs in my duplex were away on vacation. I was sound asleep. It was 6:30 a.m. Suddenly, a great two-noted bell-like blare intruded into my consciousness. I opened my eyes. Doorbell. Good grief! Some terrible catastrophe necessitated police at the front door. I was about to launch myself out of bed to meet this terrible doom when I remembered: late delivery of a paper is always announced by the doorbell. Not that they ever stick around to receive commendation. But at 6:30 a.m.!!!!!

Now I was well and truly awake and so ruffled that there was no hope of going back to sleep. I fired up my computer, got email up and started a new message.

I entitled it, “Customer Punished Twice”.

Home Spa: Castor Oil Pack for Tough Muscle Pain

There are 3 layers to a castor oil pack – a flannel or soft cloth soaked in castor oil, a piece of plastic and a heating pad, in that order.
They say a wool cloth is better but cotton seems to work fine. Castor oil, as I said in the Salt Scrub post, is nicknamed the hand of God because it seems to reach into the soft tissue. It is also a powerful laxative as you know, but not when applied to skin as far as I can see. There are various versions, including cold pressed, but any will do. Multiple applications my be necessary.
If there is no heating pad available, try heating the soaked cloth in a double boiler or microwave oven first.
Castor oil is heavy and hard to remove from fabric. I keep an old, oversize t-shirt to wear when I use the pack.

Home Spa: Salt Scrub for Muscle Pain

Mix castor oil with sea salt, and add a few drops of lavender oil. Mix so that it is not too oily nor too grainy. Rub on sore places, wet or dry, until skin reddens slightly. Shower off when done.
Castor oil, beloved of boxers, has been called the hand of God because it can reach into muscle knots.
I like a softer, unmilled sea salt but any will do.
Choose lavender for calming or eucalyptus for cold or invigoration. Pettigrain is nice. Experiment. Use vanilla in moderation if you don’t yet have essential oils.
It’s good for the skin too.
Watch for “Making A Castor OIl Pack” for sore muscles.

Why You Must Never Laugh

My brother, Rob, whom you met in my previous post, once had an anorexic girl friend, although he was famous for his dinner parties. At one of these late into the night, several of his friends, sitting around the table still, found themselves convulsed by laughter.

“Stop! Stop!” shouted girlfriend as she leapt from her chair

They fell silent, mouths open.

“Can’t you see?” she demanded. “You must stop laughing. It is making you fat.”