Beanie Baby Brownies

No… I’m not talking about these guys baked in brownies!

 

But all us, 90s kids, remember Beanies Babies! Oh my goodness, they were, like totally rad.

Anywho, I’m talking about these guys, hidden in a delicious brownie treat.

I know, I know. Black beans in brownies? Hmm, no thank you! But wait! These brownies actually taste rich, chocolatey, and amazing (!). Seriously, you cannot even tell there’s beans in them.

Beans are a good source of protein and fiber, so you can feel good about eating this dessert as a healthy treat.

Be adventurous and try these Beanie Baby Brownies! Yum!

beanie baby brownies

Ingredients:

1 can black beans, rinsed

1/2 cup sugar (I used brown sugar)

3 tsp water

1/2 cinnamon

1/2 tsp salt

2 eggs

1/2 tsp vanilla extract

Directions:

Preheat your oven to 350 degrees F. Lightly grease a 8 x 8 baking pan. Place all ingredients in a blender, Magic Bullet, or food processor and blend until completely mixed. You don’t actually want to find whole beans or bean chunks in your brownies. Pour the batter into the prepared baking pan. Place in the oven for 25-30 minutes, or until slightly firm in the center. Remove from oven and cut into squares, any size you’d like. Technically, this should make at least 8 brownies, but you can cut smaller pieces.

Now, share with all your friends and family! Bask in the goodness!

 

 

Milk and Cookies

Darling,

stop

inviting hitchhikers over for milk and cookies,

their smell stays long after they are gone,

stuck on our white couches and matching cardigans.

The carpet gets soggy as the warm rain keeps us awake

underneath the bridge and crystal chandelier.

The walls blow away when the bomb explodes during prayer time.

It scares the puppies each time.

The screaming as the water rises, entering the gaping mouths…

it all gives me nightmares.

I have nothing to say to them,

Darling.

We are out of milk and cookies.

 

 

Broken T.V.

We drive 3 hours to buy a T.V.

with a broken screen, to watch cooking shows at dawn,

when the bats fly back to their caves and under bridges

that we traverse,

secretly fearing that it will crumble,

the river below

swallowing us whole, taking our bodies,

still strapped with our life-protecting seatbelts,

out to the ocean

for the sharks and octopi,

to play…

but we don’t think about this as we stop

for breakfast sandwiches and black coffee

on our way to buy a T.V.

with a broken screen

to watch cooking shows,

at dawn,

even though we don’t have electricity

in our apartment

and

I don’t even know how to toast bread

without burning it to a crisp,

yet we drive and drive and drive

listening to disco music

and thinking about the journey back.

Conceptual Poem: LOL

In class last week, we learned about conceptual poetry. I’m probably not going to do a great job at explaining but basically it is about taking text out of its context and creating something new out of it. It about using what is already written and out in the world, taking it and using it. I’m not too sold on it, and I must admit, I felt a bit like I was taken when it wasn’t mine to take, but it was a fun process. I scoured the internet for an interesting article, found one, went right towards the comments and then picked and choose which I thought would be interesting as a poem. Here’s what came from the exercise:

LOL

If laughter be thy exercise and thy exercise be thy laughter.
Then, let laughter be thy medicine and medicine be thy laughter.

Clowns raise pregnancy rates after in vitro fertilization.

Back when my husband had asthma he would routinely pass out when he laughed really hard.

If you’ve had laughter that’s lasted more than four hours see your doctor or go to the emergency room.

Corporations are notorious for thinking they can get away with low wages by substituting “get happy” seminars for a living wage. Obviously, they’ve taken instruction from North Korea’s “dear leader”.

Bunch of party poopers…

My father would often say to my mother, “Don’t make me laugh!” Maybe he really meant it.

As a middle-aged female, I avoid excessive laughter due to the stomach pain and the other unfortunate side effect: you know how the pipes corrode after a few decades.

I can make my wife pee on herself by making her laugh. It’s my revenge.

When my grandmother was a child, she’d seen her favorite aunt choke to death while laughing at the dinner table.

I once read of a cult that executed erring members by tying them up and tickling the bottoms of their feet with a feather until they died. The victims literally died laughing.

I don’t give a monkey’s about the putative benefits to me when I laugh. What matters are the effects of our laughter on others.

If someone gives me the choice to die of laughter or to die of sorrow, I’d rather die of laughter.

Happy New Year!

Well, 2013 is coming to a close. It’s been a good year in which I made new friends, learned new things, explored Rome, started a meditation practice and learned to love  a little bit more. It was also a tough one in which some friendships dissipated, I had to fight to make it through some obstacles and learn to let go of grudges and forgive. Here’s to a new year filled with love, learning, writing and being creative. It’s going to be a toughy with the support of friends and family, I’ll be able to juggle work and school and hopefully maintain my sanity. It know that just because it’s 2014, I won’t wake up and be a new person that can do it all, but I can try my best to accomplish all I set my mind and heart to. Thank you so much for reading my blog and following me. It really fills my heart with joy and inspires me to continue writing and sharing with you. Happy new year, friends!

2 by 2

Intertwining fingers, sharing meals and updating relationship statuses, it was all happening as she stood there, her lonely hand tingling, her hard eyes witnessing the coupling of people like puzzle pieces.

Even the sad people she’d dismissed as doomed to be alone were finding love.

It was as if people were preparing for the Great Flood, pairing up to board Noah’s Ark.

Yet, she was still partnerless and loveless!

Maybe she is Noah in this scenario and her prince charming would be lured in by her impressive carpentry skills.

But no, she thinks. Spending countless hours pounding nails into wooden boards just isn’t her calling.

Maybe she is destined to be alone, in the midst of all the couples and partners and pairs,

the sole white dove looking for safety and stability, possessing only a single olive branch, thinking that everything will be alright.

Ansiedad

I gave birth to my daughter as I sat on the steps of the library, the rain soaking through my gray wool socks and spattering on my glasses. She materialized from my breath vapor, appearing in front of me in her black skintight turtleneck and pale skin. Ansiedad, that’s her name. She took my worries from me, carried them in the old leather suitcase she found behind the Chinese restaurant downtown, the one that I took her to on the rainy day of her birth, the one where we discovered her love for egg drop soup. I’ve never told her I loved her or served her warm cookies with milk. She crawled into my bed late last night, and stared at me, her little finger tracing the outlines of my lips. My eyelids were too heavy to stay open; sleep was a thick blanket into which I disappeared. Sometimes, I imagine her on a train, my worries bouncing slightly in the suitcase on the worn seat, the world passing by in a blur outside the window. I imagine her tucking herself to sleep, bringing her bony knees to her chest and falling into a dreamless black nothing. When I look in the mirror, I see the black circles under my eyes and wonder if she has them too, my daughter. I tried to look for her. I went to the market on the corner of Hill and Slide, to the abandoned theme park by the rotting pier, even to the smelly movie theater.  Ansiedad , I cried as I stood in the middle of the tall pines of the forest, hearing my voice slipping though the spaces between the trees. Since she left me, I do not worry, she took that ability away. I cry, I laugh, I sputter but I do not worry. I visit the Chinese restaurant, the one that I took Ansiedad to on the day of her birth. The red pleather seat squeaks as I slide into the booth, the air slightly thickened with cigarette smoke and the smell of eggrolls. The egg drop soup is as warm and salty as I remember. The foolish thing is that I expect my daughter to round the corner, holding the old leather suitcase in her delicate hand. I expect her to give me back my worries. I expect her to return to me as she came, materializing into breath vapor. Inhaled, then exhaled.

Mindfulness and Forgiveness are super powers of Happiness

This weekend, I took a course called Bio/Psycho/ Spiritual Integration. The name is a bit much, I must admit. I wasn’t sure just what to expect. I didn’t want any hokey class about needing to have this spiritual practice with this religion to have the best life possible. But… I needed to take this class for credit and it was only the weekend, so I signed up.

Due to my work schedule, I’m only on campus in the evening, which is fine. It’s convenient and it’s my only option, other than online or weekend courses. Every time I take a weekend course, I fall in love with the Marylhurst University campus all over again. It’s so peaceful, quiet and safe.

The environment couldn’t be more perfect for the Bio/Psycho/ Spiritual Integration to commence. On Friday morning, we all shuffle in and try to find seats. This is one of the largest classes I’ve been in at M.U. There was about 18 people in all. We through the typical first day of class stuff (names, what’s your favorite color/food, syllabus, etc.).

We start by talking about the body at the molecular level, what’s going on in this magical world called the body? Our cells, as you may know, get nutrients and oxygen from the blood that pumps all over our body because of the wonderful heart. This is particularly interesting to me because of my general inclination to find information that relates to eating disorders. If we don’t feed the body the nutrients it needs, it means that the cells that form our tissues, that form our organs, which compose to the body, they can’t do their job properly. Wow! I mean, it may seem obvious to other science-y people, but I’ve never made the connection that way. It was really fascinating to me.

Next, we learned about the central nervous system (CNS), the peripheral nervous system (PNS) and the autonomic nervous system (ANS). Basically, the CNS tells the PNS what to do. The ANS is what controls our fight or flight response (sympathetic response) and our chill out responses (parasympathetic response). It turns out that if we are sympathetic dominant, meaning we react angrily and want to fight or are spooked and want to flee, we are actually causing the body harm. Of course, we want these reactions if we are in an accident, but we don’t want it because your sister took your favorite sweater without permission. Stress causes more sympathetic reactions in the body, releasing a hormone called cortisol. Cortisol (if you’ve ever seen a Hydroxy cut commercial) is blamed for weight gain, which is in part true. When we are in a sympathetic state, our bodies are ready for an attack which we must face or flee from. How the body prepares is by dilating out eyes, send blood to our muscles to react and making our heart pump faster. What this does is cause the body to redirect all its energy away from the digestive system and the immune system. If our digestive system isn’t working properly because we are so stressed then weight gain will likely follow and we are more likely to get sick because our immune defenses are down.

The moral of the story here? Don’t be stressed! If you are like me, this is easier said than done. I probably spend 90% of my day worrying and stressing and getting upset over things that don’t go the way I imagined. But we can learn and train our bodies and minds to calm down, to stop automatically stressing and activating the sympathetic body responses.

Jon Kabat-Zinn, a man I was introduced to via youtube videos, taught us about mindfulness. One of the things that he states that is going to stick with me is that even in the worst of situations, you always have one thing to be grateful for: that you are still breathing. You are still alive and can get better again by changing your outlook on life. We spend too much time in the past and in the future that we are never here, in this moment. Our reactions to things are so stuck on autopilot that we may not even notice that we are always upset or angry. We have given up control of our bodies and let them stay in a cycle of unhealthy reactions. Kabat-Zinn advises to breathe and meditate. He doesn’t mean that you need to sit down criss-cross-applesauce on the floor and say “ooommmm” but that you can stop anytime you feel the pressure of negative emotions rising within you and take deep breathes. Relax. Find out why you are acting this way and find an appropriate way to act. Heal your body and mind by forming an initmate connection with yourself.

We create our own reality. If we think we are stressed all the time, we will feel as if we are stressed all the time. Kabat-Zinn says that we are all human doings, going about doing things that may not even make us happy and we don’t even take the time to be human beings. Just to be in the moment.  We need to live our lives as if they matter to us, which most of the time it does.

Happiness isn’t easy to achieve. We all say we want to be a happy in life. Who doesn’t, right? If we are stuck on repeat, going around and around in a cycle of negativity, we create a hostile environment in which we thwart any kindness, gentleness and connection our heart has. We learn to armor our hearts, blame others for things that happen in our lives and we come to excuse ourselves from our own lives. Fred Luskin, also a man we learned from via youtube videos, tells us we don’t have control. We can’t control the accident on the freeway that makes us late for dinner, we can’t control the neighbor’s cat coming into our yard or that fact that’s it’s pouring down rain. Accepting that we have limited power over people, nature and the world in general is a first step. Making peace with not getting what we want will allow us to forgive and become present.

Forgiveness, Luskin tells us, is about being in peace in the present when you didn’t get what you wanted. Being kind and grateful in life will make you happier. Help others realize this with our assistance and it will spread forgiveness.

Lastly, on Sunday we did passage mediation, taught by Eknath Easwaran. He teaches us that we are able to mediate by repeating beautiful passages of a variety of religious works. We close our eyes and repeat St. Francis’ prayer. It’s a beautiful moment of each individual reaching out with their hearts to catch an understanding of what they are doing here. I was so happy when I was done with my meditation and the fact that my wind wasn’t as stir crazy as I thought it would be.

This course was one of the most priceless I have taken and I’m sure that many others would benefit from it.

Here are some links to what we saw in class. Check them out, going in peace and happiness.

Introduction to the neuroscience of emotions
https://www.youtube.com/watch? v=a9XfCCT3ki0

#CalmingTech: Philippe Goldin – Mindfulness Meditation (Part 1)

Fred Luskin, PhD: What Is Forgiveness?
https://www.youtube.com/watch? v=66Yxs1C_iQo Fred Luskin, “The Science of Happiness”
https://www.youtube.com/watch? v=Qvfauh-XZiQ

Spiritual Practice:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ Spiritual_practice

Eknath Easwaran
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ Eknath_Easwaran#Translations

Passage Meditation: Bringing the Deep Wisdom of the Heart into Everyday Living
Timeless Wisdom: Passages for Meditation from the World’s Saints and Sages

http://www.amazon.com/ Timeless-Wisdom-Passages- Meditation-Essential-ebook/dp/ B003UBAX76/ref=sr_1_2?s= digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid= 1384071949&sr=1-2&keywords= passage+meditation

Timeless Wisdom for Daily Living
http://www.easwaran.org/ introductory-passage- meditation-course-session-1. html

Prayer of St Francis

http://www.easwaran.org/the- prayer-of-st-francis.html