Yoga Night at the Museum

Happy Spring! If you didn’t know already, Thursday was the official start of Spring, and like seasons past I like to ring in the new solstice with some epic yoga. Many yoga groups and schools around the world hold open events to the public during the Spring and Summer solstices especially. Mine just happened to hold it in an art museum this year! The only event that could possibly top this experience would be going to New York for Solstice in Times Square this summer. I didn’t get to go last year, but hopefully I’ll be able to make it there on June 21st. (Two hippie) fingers crossed!

Solstice in Times Square 2013

Solstice in Times Square 2013

Thursday’s event was held in the Chie Fueki art exhibit and the room was a buzz with 125 chattering yogis, newcomers and old awaiting for Continue reading

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I Dream of Cake

My love affair with cake began at a very early age: portrayed in the picture of me gorging my face on my 5th birthday. I love cake, but cake does not love me. See once upon a time I wasn’t actually as allergic to wheat as I am now. I could tolerate small amounts and be fine. I was, however allergic to eggs and dairy when I was younger, which I thankfully and miraculously  outgrew in my teens. I enjoyed my first piece of cake without having my throat close in on itself when I was 15, and from then on it was strawberry shortcakes, cheesecakes, pancakes, almond bear claws, and whatever else really. Unfortunately, a little more than half a decade later my immune system had another surprise for me. I started reacting to wheat. One bite into a multi-grain bread and I had felt like a thousand wasps had stung me on my tongue.

I continued to eat refined wheat aka bleached white flour in the form of white bread, cakes, and pastries and seemed to be ok. No itchy mouth or scratchy throat so I thought I was good. Wrong. Days later I’d break out in eczema or I’d have other related symptoms of fatigue and achy joints, and I let this go on for years. I would always chalk it up to stress, not getting enough sleep or something else I ate. I refused to believe that I was allergic to wheat again just like I was in denial on my 5th birthday that I wasn’t supposed to be eating that cupcake. I learned the hard way of course. Moments after that picture was snapped, I had an allergic reaction and I went off into the corner and cried, but it was my party and I figured I could cry if I wanted to and have my cake and eat it too. Sadly that’s not how the world works for us allergic folk.

But just like I outgrew my allergy to eggs and dairy, I’m hoping I’ll one day be able to have wheat and flour again. I’m taking a break from eating all of it now and letting my gut repair itself by eating clean, but I have faith I’ll heal soon so I can have my favorite, strawberry shortcake in a few birthdays again.

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