What Happened to Serenity

First let me say I am sorry for not posting as I usually do. I am fine but am having severe headaches having Nothing to do with Any Virus.

I cry easily –  I know that. Always have. But now I cry for those I see on TV who have the virus and died, for those who have the virus and are in the hospital, for those who are separated from their loved ones who are hospitalized.

All our lives have changed. Every one of us. Some in different ways. Ways we never imagined before. Ways that bring anxiety. Can I shop? Can I go to the Post Office? All the news is about the virus . About not having jobs or money. How do we learn to live this way? Will this be forever?  

How many of us choose to move through this experience with serenity? Not many that I spoke to. The opposite of serenity is anxiety, not a state that is healthy to be in for a long time. There is help! A Simple Way to quiet the turmoil inside

Choose to make an Altar. Yes, an altar. Here is mine.

It does not have to be complicated or difficult, or based on a religion or a set of ideas that don’t relate to you. It can be a simple altar, a personal expression of what you want to focus on right now. You don’t have to build anything or take up a lot of space. You don’t have to buy anything or follow a complex set of instructions. All you need is to have a general understanding of what an altar is and the willingness to allow yourself to access this ancient tool.

It simply serves as a resting place for meaningful objects. It focuses the eye and provides a place for contemplation and, if so desired, ritual. All of which can be quite simple. One idea is a pot with a bulb planted in it and set on a box. Living things can act as a reminder that things bloom in their own time. You might choose to write things on scraps of paper and place them in or under the box, or in an envelope next to it. A candle, flowers, most anything that catches your eye – any household objects – which comes from intuition or intention works well.

It is not necessarily the objects you place at you altar – it is the time you spend with them daily, taking this time as sacred to you to gain the quiet inside necessary to get through this time.

To All My Faithful Elisha Followers

I want to thank you all for staying with me and following Elisha’s Story. I also want to let you know that Elisha is the main character in my book, Mountain of Full Moons and if you would like, you can read her whole story and find out what happens to her as she is banished and travels through Palestine. Her adventures are many, both good and bad and eventually she does return home, her heart in her mouth, not knowing if she will ever be acceptable there.
The book is now on Amazon for pre-ordering and will launch on April 14.

Thanks again. I hope you had as much fun as I did following Elisha’s problems and antics.

Why eat Butternut Squash

One serving of butternut squash has: 

  • More than 100% of your daily requirement of vitamin A
  • Nearly 40% of your daily requirement of vitamin C
  • About 15% of your daily requirement of magnesium
  • About 18% of your daily requirement of potassium
  • About 5% of your daily requirement of calcium

One serving of butternut squash is roughly 87% water, which helps keep you hydrated.

Like other orange-colored fruits and vegetables, butternut squash is full of beta-carotene and alpha-carotene. Your body converts them to vitamin A, which is important for your immune system.

Butternut squash has lutein and zeaxanthin, often found in yellow fruits and vegetables as well as eggs. Along with beta-carotene and vitamin A, these protect your eyes from ultraviolet rays.

Your body needs a bit of healthy fat to best absorb these eye-benefitting nutrients, so consider eating butternut squash with a drizzle of olive oil.

Foods high in dietary fiber can help keep your weight in balance and lower your cancer risk. Research shows that butternut squash can help reduce your risk of colorectal cancer, in particular.

Classic Butternut Squash Soup

2 Tbsp. Extra-virgin olive oil

1 carrot, diced

I celery stalk, diced

1 onion, diced

4 cups cubed butternut squash, fresh or frozen

½ tsp. chopped fresh thyme

4 cups broth

½ tsp. sea salt

½ tsp. ground black pepper

Heat in a large soup pot over medium heat. Add carrot, celery, and onion. Cook until vegetables begin to soften and onions turn translucent 3-4 minutes. Stir in the rest of the ingredients. Bring to a boil, reduce heat and simmer until squash is fork-tender, about 30 minutes. Puree the soup and ENJOY.

What Do I Want to be When I Grow Up

I was pacing, jumpy, unable to settle down. I wanted to do something and didn’t know what. I’d like to write but my head’s empty. The guy’s coming to fix my bathroom but that’s not for another 45 minutes. What to do in the meantime? This was how my days went. Little or no direction unless I made one up.  

Today feels different and I’m not sure why. I force myself to sit down at the computer hoping words will come. “Just write,” I tell myself, “it doesn’t matter what.” Two words go through my head, nothing and enough. It isn’t like I did nothing with my life, it just feels that way, like it’s never enough. I had a modest career as an opera singer and got to sing in major opera houses and with almost all of the prestigious names in the business. I was fortunate to sing major roles with all most of the smaller opera companies in every part of New York State. I loved singing; I didn’t always love doing smaller roles. No, it wasn’t ego. It was the need to express emotions inside I couldn’t get out of me any other way.  

I established an office as an agent for opera singers and relevant personnel, a business I gave up because it wasn’t satisfying. I gave it to a woman who was interested and moved on to my next career – singing and acting as a ship’s hostess on cruise ships. That lasted for a few years. I loved the glamor, the gowns every night, the caviar and turtle soup, free use of the beauty shop, and free drinks. Who could ask for more? Me. Life there was so much like a fantasy that I finally walked away, realizing that I missed my family and needed to have my feet on the ground.  

After settling in at home I go through a major existential crisis followed by an awakening that sends me back to school to finish my bachelor’s degree and go on to get my Masters while studying a different kind of psychology called Psychosynthesis. I work in the field of addictions and think I found my place. I do my Ph.D. in psychology and holistic healing when I come across another kind of therapy that integrates voice, movement, and breathwork. Voice Movement Therapy combined interests I had throughout my life. The two-year course is stimulating and provocative until the last module. The founder and trainer shows the class his true colors. He methodically attacks and demolishes everyone in the room. Since this horrendous experience, I am not able to use the material I learned.  

The big question that constantly rears its head is, “What do I want to do with the rest of my life?” I say out loud, “What do I want to be when I grow up?” That’s the one I can’t answer. I’ve asked that question for years. My family laughs it off and moves on to the next topic. It’s not that I have nothing to look forward to. I fill up my time with things I love to do – singing in musicals, acting in plays, doing commercials, and see my psychology clients three days a week.  

I cut back after having a full-time practice when my father dies. I need to grieve my own way. I start writing and although it helps, it’s not enough. All of it together is not enough. Is this how I’m supposed to finish out my days? Tears well up, so I knew there is something else. A major change? A grand move? I consider going to Afghanistan or Costa Rica to volunteer and work to help empower the women of those countries. My deep desire is to help women who have no voice. Perhaps I identify with them and want to show them the possibilities of a different existence. My dissertation was about helping women find their voices through movement and sound work. I didn’t think this was the kind of work the women of third world countries need. I didn’t presume to know what they needed but whatever it was, I wanted to learn and help. 

Am I being a drama queen? Am I immersed in my own grandiosity to think I could do this? Can I survive in the conditions in which they live? What will I learn and how will it change me? Will I go and be disappointed? Will I be able to help at all? A million questions go through my head with no answers. And the fear of making such a change, such a commitment holds me back from deciding. 

When will there be enough? Enough applause, enough awards, enough recognition to satisfy that attention-starved little girl who still lives inside me and needs to know she exists. Not just exists physically, but as a person with feelings, thoughts, ideas, hopes, and dreams that are valid. 


SORRY – I really want to give my books away. This is not a Sham.

The problem is I don’t know how to do this and keep everyone’s emails safe. I need the email to get in touch and have the address to send the book and gift.

If anyone can help me please let me know. About 100 books are waiting.

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Thanks, Irene



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          RENEWAL, a time for you. Personal Journal, Deepak Chopra

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I Wish it Were Over

IMG_0513 - CopyI am giving up hope. I hear my Abba and Ima talking about the council and what may happen to me. They have many choices while I have none. They can cut off my hand, shave my head, tie me to a post for days, and beat me until bones are broken. And no one can say a word against them.

Banishment may be the kindest thing they can do. I don’t want to hope for that. It might interfere with something less horrible I have not thought of.

What am I to do? My days are filled with anguish and a bad tummy. I shake all over as I try to obey Ima’s instructions. When will the torture end? Whatever their decision, I hope it comes quickly. It is hard to live this way, not knowing what will happen and how I will survive.

I am sorry to write all this to you but it is the truth – the way it is for now and I don’t know how much longer. If you do not want to hear from me anymore I understand. I wouldn’t want to hear it either.

I will let you know as soon as I find out and thanks for being my friend.

If you don’t hear from me it will be because they chose death.

Pray for me.


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Healthy Eating. Why Cauliflower?

Cauliflower, spinach, and Chickpea Patties.

6 servings. 1 hour/15 minutes.

3 cups 2 inch cauliflower florets.  1 ½ cups cooked chickpeas

1 10oz. package frozen chopped spinach, thawed, squeezed of excess liquid.

¾ cup finely chopped red bell pepper

4 scallions, white and light green part only, finely chopped

3 cloves garlic, minced

2 Tbsp. finely chopped fresh flat-leaf parsley

½ tsp. ground cumin

½ tsp. ground turmeric

Sea Salt and freshly ground black pepper

3 large eggs, lightly beaten

1 cup Panko bread crumbs, more if needed

4 Tbsp extra virgin olive oil, more if needed

Sauce of choice. Tahini, Salsa, spiced yogurt

Preheat oven 350- line a rimmed baking sheet with parchment paper.

Place florets in a steamer over 2 in. water, medium high heat, 10-15 min.

Use potato masher to crush chickpeas and cauliflower til smashed but not smooth. Add spinach, bell pepper, scallions, garlic, parsley & mix well. Stir in cumin, turmeric, 1 tsp. salt, ¼ tsp. black pepper. Add eggs & ½ breadcrumbs. Stir to combine. Shape 1/3 cup chickpea mix into ½ in. patty. Coat with crumbs and place in large skillet with heated 2 Tbs. olive oil. Cook until golden brown about 4 min. then flip over. Repeat until all are done.

Benefits of Cauliflower: contains chemopreventive properties that reduces the risk of developing early cancer and stop further reproduction of tumor cells.

It contains good amounts of vitamin K that shows anti-inflammatory properties. This vitamin is an essential nutrient that prevents vitamin K deficiency and hemorrhages.

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Things are getting worse.

I was called before the council three times in the past four moons. They are very angry. I think they will banish me. If they do, how will I survive? I’m young and have never been anywhere but here and I’ve heard many stories of bandits who rape and kill for no reason. Where will I go? I do not know of any other places except Urusalim, of course. Everyone knows about that big city. How can I get there?

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I know I am going on and on but I can’t figure out what to do or how to do it. If they banish me I may never see my family again. Never feel safe again. My head is in a tangle and I can’t straighten it out. Not even my brother can help me. He knows so much more than I do because he is a boy and gets taught all kinds of things. 

I am shaking so much I can’t write anymore. 

Please pray for me. I do not know what will happen until the next time I write. Thank you all for listening and not pushing me away because I am young and stupid. I am stupid – they tell me that all the time.

I must go and try to work it all out. Hope to talk to you soon.

If you know anything about my country and where I might be safe getting to and living there, Please, Please, let me know. I am willing to do any work that is wanted for my keep.

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Who Is God?

My parents said it out loud, “I don’t believe in God.” I never heard that word before. Not even in the synagogue, I was once taken to when I was six where they spoke in a different language. Females had to walk up steep steps to a room where we sat and listened while the men downstairs did the praying. I was bored and wanted to be where things were happening – with the men. It was not fair and I was angry.

I don’t know if my parents always felt that way or if it was because of WW2 and the Holocaust. They decided that there couldn’t be a God because he never would have allowed it to happen, or if God was real, he was horrible for allowing six million Jews to die.

I sang a song by Richard Strauss in a concert. My Dad rushed over to me and was furious. “How can you sing that. Strauss supported Hitler”.

“Why is that important, it was twenty-five years ago. Music is about the beauty and emotion of the song, not who wrote it,” I said. His face turned red and he walked away.

Spirituality is another thing that was not spoken of as if it tainted religion. It was laughed at, derided, ridiculous, stupid and any term that fits. That idea is still so strong in me that it’s taken a whole year for me to be brave enough to pen this on my blog.

It tuned out that spirituality was a great part of my life. It happened slowly at first, creeping in unasked, and turned out to be the way for me, my path and I will forever be grateful for its gentle insistence.