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To Detox or Not to Detox ? That Is the Question

It’s at least a month I want to go on my bi-annual detox (I’ve already missed the Fall one), but instead I go for the chocolate bar or the cookie jar. Spring is particularly suited for detox and I might miss the propitious season for it with my procrastination. Why can’t I follow through this time, though I used to be so steadfast with detox before? At the beginning, I thought it was because I was too rigid with this process: all or nothing type of thinking. But it seems to be the contrary that is actually at play, I reckon. Maybe I don’t want to be rigid anymore with this or with anything else for that matter. Maybe I am more respectful of my rhythm and other’s and I am rebelling against the health and wellness fanatic in me? I even stopped lecturing my daughter and husband on what to eat and why. I forget to take my supplements. My husband told me recently that I am more fun to be around [thanks Jon] and my daughter gives me more cuddles. Continue reading

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Of Dead Birds, Fowl, Perception and Interpretation

The ghostly impressions left on glass when birds crash into windows - Telegraph. The root of all superstition is that men observe when a thing hits, but not when it misses. Francis Bacon.

A month ago, I got acquainted for the first time with a peculiar phenomenon: bird-window collision.

I was working in the lounge bathed by the natural sunlight coming through its very large window. I’ve never opened the electric blind so fully before and lo and behold I see; live, a bird crashing against my window with a terrible thump. Continue reading