Going back in time (don’t worry, it’s easier than you think), we will begin this post with a re-telling of what happened here late last night…….
Text exchange between me and my son:
Him ~ Huh. For no apparent reason my SGT just gave me Sunday and Monday off. That was weird.
Me ~ Wow. That is SUPER weird. Hey! Come to Granny’s for dinner with us.
Him ~ Okay.
Me ~ Yipee! We’re grilling chicken and looking at vacation pictures on the computer. Bring something. I can’t think of what so don’t ask me.
Him ~ Copy, “something.”
Me ~ To go with chicken. Or not.
Him ~ Three blueberries and a towel.
Him ~ A chair.
Him ~ A bag of old leaves.
Him ~ Seven expired coupons.
Him ~ Some ants.
Him ~ Eleven unmatched socks.
Him ~ Are any of these the things I should bring? If not, I can keep guessing.
(At this point I am madly punching at my phone and making a million typing errors because it keeps beeping with the following other GREAT ideas of his.)
Him ~ Three horseshoes.
Him ~ A cat.
Him ~ A telephone handset.
Him ~ A copy of Robert’s Rules Of Order.
Him ~ A sack of miscellaneous batteries.
Him ~ One thumbtack.
Him ~ Closer?
Me ~ STOP! Bring a food item of your choice. Like a dessert, side dish, or hors d’oeuvre type of selection. Jeez. You KNEW this and pestered me ANYway.
Him ~ 
Why is irritating me STILL his favorite hobby? I can’t imagine WANTING to piss someone off, as amusement. But then, I’m not a boy. (For the rest of the night they kept coming in. ”A tablecloth. Four matched lamps….
Continuing our theme of food (we were, right?) look at what Dan made for me today while I pedaled down to our favorite natural food market, shopping for just a few assorted necessaries (like more apples, because we eat them A LOT now).
Cheerful food!
(And doesn’t it look super Halloween-y?)
We’d picked up this cabbage before we left for the weekend. Time simply ran out for us to make something with it, but it’s the kind of sturdy crop that keeps well. So I wasn’t too worried. I’d read this article (yes, it WAS written by my kid) and was inspired. (I also remembered that I really like cabbage.)
Even brighter!
He left me some raw so I could use it in our salads too. Very clever, we are, with food right now. I’m pretty damn proud of us. Which, how funny, is exactly what our daily draw is all about.
“Moose ~ Self-Esteem ~ 11
Moose is found in the North of the medicine wheel, as is Buffalo. North represents the place of wisdom. Self-esteem is the medicine of Moose because it represents the power of recognizing that wisdom has been used in a situation and that recognition or a pat on the back is deserved.
Moose is the largest member of the deer family, and has great strength. The call of the male Moose is an awesome thing to hear on a musky spring night. His pride in his maleness and his desire to share his seed with a Moose cow are displays of his sense of self-esteem. The bellow of a male Moose can be viewed as a positive force, since it represents his willingness to ‘tell the world’ about his feelings.
This ‘tell the world’ trait contains a joyfulness which only comes with a sense of accomplishment. There is no greater joy than a job well done. This trait is therefore not a seeking of approval, but rather an enjoyment of sharing because of the spontaneous explosion of joy that comes from the deepest part of one’s being.
The wisdom woven throughout this scenario is that creation constantly brings forth new ideas and further creation. Moose is telling us that joy should be shouted with pride. The wisdom in doing this shouting is that the joy is ‘catching.’ In a sense, the bellowing is a way for all of us to lighten up and give ourselves or each other a ‘well done!’
Moose medicine people have the ability to know when to use the gentleness of Deer and when to activate the stampede of Buffalo. They understand that balance between giving orders to get things done and having a willingness to do things themselves. The wisdom of Moose medicine is akin to the Grandfather Warrior who has long since put away his war paint and is now advising the young buck to cool their blood.
Moose medicine is often found in elders who have walked the Good Red Road and have seen many things in their Earth Walk. Their joy lies in being the teachers of the children, and in being the first ones to give encouragement. This is not to say that Moose medicine people do not use their wisdom to warn as well as to give pause, because they do. Moose medicine people know what to say, when to say it, and to whom.
The elders are honored in tribal law for the gifts of wisdom, for their teaching abilities, and for the calmness they impart in Council. If you are wise beyond your years and have the gift of Moose medicine, use this gift to encourage others to learn and grow. There are many facets to the wisdom of Moose medicine.
If you have chosen the Moose card, you have reason to feel good about something you have accomplished on your journey. This may be a habit you have broken, a completion of some sort, an insight on a goal, or a new sense of self that you have fought hard to earn. It is a time of feeling harmonious pride, and of recognizing those who aided you in this process.
One good exercise in Moose medicine is to write down things that you can love about yourself and your progress in life. Then apply these same things to friends, family, co-workers, and life. Don’t forget to share the feelings with others. They need the encouragement as much as you do.”
Today’s Deck:
Medicine Cards – The Discovery Of Power Through The Ways Of Animals by Jamie Sams and David Carson, illustrated by Angela C Werneke
No FLP Report today, instead you get a view of what my errand ride looked like.
October sunshine.
Your son is frickin hilarious!
The carrots & cabbage is pretty & Halloweeny (and alliterative)!
Wow, Moose medicine is awesome!
Looks like it was an absolutely lovely day for a bike ride!
In Astrology news, Saturn has just entered Scorpio, where it will be for approximately 2 1/2 years. Saturn rules order, structure, laws, Karma, and pushes us to mature. Scorpio is the sign of great depths, subconscious, psychology, death, passion, and sex. It will be interesting to see how these forces play out on a societal level, and it is an opportunity for immense growth on a personal level, especially in the area of life governed by the individual’s natal house that Saturn currently occupies. http://heavenlytruth.typepad.com/heavenly-truth/2012/09/saturns-ingress-into-scorpio-october-2012.html
In my defense, I don’t pester ONLY you. You just happened to be available at that particular time.
An empty Coke bottle. (One of the good glass ones, not a cheap plastic job; I’m not a hobo.)
Five rubber bands.
An RC car controller.
The track from a model train set.
A blurry photograph of the floor.
An advertising poster for the circus.
Super Mario Brothers 3.
You definitely shouldn’t have posted this in your blog; I can keep going FOREVER.
Thirty seven NERF darts.
A water balloon slingshot.
The plastic ring doohickey from a six-pack.
JD, you must have a lot of random stuff in your home! LOL.
Julie, no, they never tire of it. At least, my BFF who is now 50 is not. He is happiest if he makes me yell at him or call him names.
I especially like the Moose exercise, “to write down things that you can love about yourself and your progress in life. Then apply these same things to friends, family, co-workers, and life.” I think I’ll do this.
JD may have been irritating YOU, but he gave me the biggest laugh this morning! Love you all.
That text exchange irritated you? I would have been shooting coffee out my nose and scared the dogs the way I was rolling around on the floor laughing! In this Trickster’s Daughter’s opinion, you are blessed with a handsome and hilarious kid
Enjoyed JD’s humor, but pleeeeease do not tell my son that. : )
Loved the moose medicine. Great card.
Happy Sunday!
OMG. My husband does this. AND now so does my son. So you have to be -very- specific. Like saying, “Hand me the salt.” instead of , “Pass me the salt.” If you don’t, the salt will coming flying through the air right at you. *shakes head*
I’m sick and my ears are filled with fluid making things swim around. I’m making rationalizations here before I tell you… At first glance I thought there were little purple fishies in that dish.
I am recovering pretty well from the wisdom teeth adventure. I made the announcement after dinner (and what has become my post-meal ritual of a salt water rinse) that my mouth felt weird. I was asked to explain…well, there are big holes where there used to be teeth, and they are tender. One has a rope in it (the oral surgeon, whom I really liked, said it was dissolvable thread; if feels like a rope) and my jaw feels….out of alignment, swollen, tender, puffy and weird.
I like the moose medicine card. Thank you for trumpeting my success in your last post. I was honored.
I suspect we should not let JD and Mrs. Denial ever be unsupervised together. Gods only know what kind of literal mischief would be afoot.
FGBV’s for mouth healing! And congratulations on the award!
One bit of advice: DO NOT eat rice. For months. Until you can barely feel the holes where teeth used to be with your tongue. Because rice grains fit perfectly into those holes, and once they’re in they will steadfastly refuse to come back out.
Thank you for that bit of wisdom (couldn’t resist).
I would have picked one or more items on the list and told him that YES he should absolutely bring that! Dinner wouldn’t be complete without it! And then harass him mercilessly if he showed up without it.
But then, I’m kind of rotten, too.