tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131855621291015102.post403193261860455534..comments2023-07-05T04:29:45.445-05:00Comments on The DoctorDiva Gets Healthy: Grief Picklesdoctordivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00446942514860505131noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131855621291015102.post-17492772280385566532014-09-02T10:14:05.678-05:002014-09-02T10:14:05.678-05:00Thank you.
Jicama? Hmmm. Sounds Delish.
Our bel...Thank you. <br />Jicama? Hmmm. Sounds Delish. <br /><br />Our beloved Campech (I know, weird spelling) seems to have closed on Lincoln Ave. We're looking for a new place for Mexican. We'll have to try it. Sounds yummy! Thank you for commenting. doctordivahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00446942514860505131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131855621291015102.post-88476676900355477872014-08-27T21:06:05.396-05:002014-08-27T21:06:05.396-05:00Dr. Diva, you have to try pickled jicama. Yes, you...Dr. Diva, you have to try pickled jicama. Yes, you read right, pickled jicama. :) If you are ever in the Brighton Park area and in the mood for Mexican food, you should stop by Tio Luis (on Archer, West of Western), they have the yumminess that is pickled jicama. <br /><br />My condolences on the passing of both of your parents. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131855621291015102.post-36783035218881544942014-07-20T21:54:30.107-05:002014-07-20T21:54:30.107-05:00Thanks Les. Soup. Pickles, Jam, all are comfort cr...Thanks Les. Soup. Pickles, Jam, all are comfort crafting foods. (What is with my alliteration lately?) <br />Love you back.<br />Mdoctordivahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00446942514860505131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131855621291015102.post-682850175928083542014-07-15T11:09:12.954-05:002014-07-15T11:09:12.954-05:00Hi Schell,
Yes, I cooked soup for months while my...Hi Schell,<br /><br />Yes, I cooked soup for months while my father was ill.<br /><br />And of course, he was complaining that the hospital did not have 'cream' in the 'cream soup'. <br /><br />I made all sort of soup. Creamed of carrot, creamed asparagus, chicken soup, gumbo, split pea, mushroom barley.<br /><br />And it was in giant vats. Douled out in quart-size take-out containers, dated and frozen. I was more into the production of soup, then in the consumption of it.<br /><br />Was thrilled after surgery, when he lapped it up hungrily. It made me smile. And then the days when he would not eat at all, or I had to add a thickener instructed by the nurses so that he would not choke. Those were tough times.<br /><br />A day after his death, a painting workshop was offered online. 'Leading a Legendary Life"-- a six month course in painting your Legendary Self, and writing a Novella.<br /><br />Just what the doctor ordered. Painting became my path to grieve. Then another class, and another, and another<br /><br />Three and half years have passed. I have a collection of paintings worthy of a major gallery exhibition. My work has changed, and I now am helping my online teacher, with the NING site, and art doctoring in several courses. I know offer classes for woman and children in Intentional Creativity- painting as a spiritual practice.<br /><br />Who knows what doors open up, when other doors close. Just keep walking through them. Whether it is eating, making and pickles luscious cucumbers or stirring up some love in a vat of warmth...<br /><br />One thing is for sure.<br /><br />Our parents, (and I do believe we chose them...) have made indelible marks in our lives. Taught us things we never could have learned on our own. And they shape us in ways that don't always seem conventional.<br /><br />So I say... "Hold up thy Pickel!" "Paint with Passion" and enjoy the crazy ride this life seems to offer.<br /><br />Love to You, My Dear Friend!Leslie Nolanhttp://www.thevenustransits.comnoreply@blogger.com