#Cantaloupe Prism

[sweet-berry-sims]

The wedding went off without a hitch for the most part. Genesis’s parents were hardly seen but Amber Blush and the rest of the dorm made sure to show the couple their support. 

[followcb]

Any Given Microsecond

miracle of sunset skies

twilight smiles

magical are mesmerizing

moonbeams

pomagranate-cantaloupe prisms

ignite fires along western

horizons

promises from wishes upon stars

granted to observing eyes

wisdom unlocked within

the essence of a timespace

that will only ever exist

in the instant pulse

living breath . . . breadth and depth

of any given microsecond

Image & Poem ©️ @followcb

Fort Hale Park - New Haven CT

November 10, 2021

[observingherbs]

Detox Herbs 1-3-2021 (The Recap)

Observing Herbs

Opening Remarks: Detox Herbs

@nerdDNA - Red Clover,

@theartofcarty - Dandelion

@Theresep - Burdock Root

@NirvanaHerbs - Schisandra

@PierreBless - Sea Moss

@AmberHolmes - Ginger / Marshmellow Root

@Briana - Lemons

@UrbanMarie - Mullien and Black Seed

Be mindful that this is information, it's not meant to replace medication or cure any ailment. Please seek a medical professional for assistance.

Here's a recap of some of the things covered.

Books:

The Natural Remedies Encyclopedia

Dr. E. Shook's famous course in herbology for home study

(Free Download Avl)

African American Slave Medicine: Herbal and non-Herbal Treatments

the SoulCraft Scroll the Prism Edition on Calisthenics, Isometrics & Cardiovascular Disease

The Eat Right 4 Your Type The complete Blood Type Encyclopedia

Medical Herbalism: The Science and Practice of Herbal Medicine

Optimal Wellness Book by Ralph Golan

The Green Witch: Your Complete Guide to the Natural Magic of Herbs, Flowers, Essential Oils, and More Book by Arin Murphy-Hiscock

Encyclopedia of Herbal Medicine: 550 Herbs and Remedies for Common Ailments

Alchemy of Herbs: Transform Everyday Ingredients into Foods and Remedies That Heal

Tulsi Holy Basil: The "Queen of Herbs" in Ayurveda, TCM and Homeopathy

Planting the Future: Saving Our Medicinal Herbs

The Handbook of Clinically Tested Herbs

The Herbal Internet Companion: Herbs and Herbal Medicine Online

Question Asked: Detox herbs to get rid of heavy metals

cilantro

garlic

wild blueberries

lemon water

spirulina

chlorella

barley grass juice powder

Atlantic dulse

curry

green tea

tomatoes

probiotics

apples

plums

pears

dandelion

Sources of Boron include Kale and Red Cabbage

Safe cooking tools that don't contain toxins:

Cast iron skillet

Question Asked:

Herbs and foods for the scalp:

Mint and Eucalyptus

Burdock root oil

peanut oil

walnuts

kelp

papaya

hemp seeds

cantaloupe

bladderwrack

neem

turnip greens

cucumbers

Think about the thyroid when it comes to hair pigmentation and growth  - Kelvinfocus on your zinc levels - Kelvin

Check your showerhead for aluminum buildup - Briana

The porosity of the hair is determined by the PH of the product you're putting on your head - Mary F Jones

Question Asked:

Where do you buy herbs?

Herbs of Gold -

https://www.herbsofgold.com.au/

Mountain Rose  -

https://mountainroseherbs.com/

Starwest Botanicals -

https://www.starwest-botanicals.com/

Smile Herbal Shop -

https://www.smileherb.com/

Glut Herb Shop -

https://glut.org/products/herbs-spices/

Blue Nile Botanicals -

https://www.bluenilebotanicals.com/

The Relish Market -

https://relishmarket.com/

Bulk Herb Store -

https://www.bulkherbstore.com/

Herbco -

https://www.herbco.com/o-organic-2-bulk-herbs-spices.aspx

Living Earth Herbs -

https://livingearthherbs.com/

Herbs of Mexico -

https://herbsofmexico.com/store/

Question Asked:

What are herbs for detoxing mucous from lungs:

Lobelia 

Horehound

Mullien

Marshmallow plant

Question Asked:

Herb Good for Absorbing zinc:

QuercetinBromelain Papaya SeedStinging nettles

Question Asked: Herbs good for Anemia

FloradixNettle ThymeChlorophyll

Food good for Anemia:

Dark green leafy vegetables, such as spinach

Sunflower seedsPumpkin seeds

Question Asked: Herbs for nerve damage or leaky gut

Nerve Damage

Acorus calamus

Artemisia dracunculus

Butea monosperma

Citrullus colocynthis

Curcuma longa

Crocus sativus

Elaeagnus angustifolia

Ginkgo biloba

Mitragyna speciosa

Momordica charantia

Nigella sativa

anything fermented 

papaya

Leaky gut!

Ginger. A super-star spice, ginger can reduce nausea, stimulate saliva and bile production, soothe the stomach, and help ease motion sickness. ...

Turmeric.

Cinnamon

Basil

Bay leaves

Chamomile

Cardamom

Question Asked:  herbs for anxiety:

Ashwaganda CBDAstragulus, Mullein, Burdock root

Eleutherococcus (Siberian Ginseng) DandelionNettle

Stay Tuned for Upcoming Events:

Saturday, Jan 9, 2021

- Saturday Morning Herbs

Sunday, Jan 10, 2021

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[littlemisssquiggles]

Hey squiggles I have something for you to muse over. What if Oscar, Whitley, Penny 2.0 and Ciel became their own team! The closest name I could get from this is Team CAWP

That is indeed interesting to ponderabout anon-chan. Did youknow that there is a RWBY Team Name Generator available online? It’s available for use right here. Well I ran Oscar, Whitley,Penny and Ciel through the generator and got some pretty interesting results.

The bestoptions I found were:

CSPP (Casper)POSS (Pointsettia)PPSC (Pistachio)PPSS (Prism)SCPP (Scorpion)SPOW (Sparrow)SPPC (Spectra)WSPP (Whisp)SSPP (Silverpine)SPPC (Spice)SSPP (Sepia)SSPP (Snapdragon)SSPP (Spirit)

 The most amusingones I found were:

PPSS (Pasta)PPSS (Pastry)PPSS (Pinkalicious)CPPS (Cowpeas)CPPS (Chaps)PCSO (Pincushion)SSPP (Sleep)CPPW (Chipmunk)CWPP (Cantaloupe)CWPP (Cuddlepot)

 CSPP (Casper) and PPSS (Prism) are mytwo favourites. Silverpine sounds like it could be a tag team move between Oscar and Whitley.As a matter of fact, Silverpine can also be tag team move between Ruby andOscar too.

Very Interesting indeed.

~LittleMissSquiggles(2019)

[lionsongfr]

 The sun dapples its light upon the dancing waves, revealing the hidden beauty among the caves. A rainbow of reefs, a prism of bright fish, all trying to avoid becoming another’s dish! 

Find these hatchies for sale here: link

Lionsong #49028

[ezdoklance]

Rules: Answer 20 questions and tag 20 followers you’d like to get to know better! 

I was tagged by @meirochou-kaio to answer these so yeah... thanks for tagging me!! umm, i’m not really sure who to tag so if you want to do this, you can? :’)

Name: Rachel

Nickname: I don’t think I really have any?? Some people call me Rach, I guess??

Zodiac: Aquarius/Pisces Cusp (but from when/where i was born it says pisces so I lean more toward that)

Hogwarts House: I don’t know?? I’ve never been into the series so i never really cared ahjdfg

Sexual Orientation:  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Ethnicity: White / Jewish

Favorite Fruit: Cantaloupe

Favorite Season: Autumn

Favorite Books Series: Baccano! (also Vamp! and Etsusa Bridge are really close behind.. I love the whole naritaverse except drrr)

Favorite Fictional Character: I have way too many but i’ll try to narrow it down.. hmm.. huey & monica from baccano have been reigning champs of my heart ever since i first read through the novels so they are usually my go-to answer but i also really love maria from aikatsu, wakana, bell, & hiro from pretty rhythm rainbow live, taiga & kakeru from king of prism, bossun, momoka, & himeko from sket dance, fakir & ahiru from princess tutu.. and just way too many more to list without going on forever..

since this is a voltron blog my faves from it are lance, allura, hunk, & keith (I have a really hard time narrowing down favorites and i’m used to things with much larger casts so it looks a little funny when it’s a small cast and you’re like OH YEAH THESE ARE MY FAVORITES *proceeds to list over half the main cast* when for things with larger casts you can pick a top ten and still have characters leftover ahjdgfahj)

Favorite Flower: Daisies!!

Favorite Scent: Hmm i’ve never really thought about it?? vanilla?? cotton candy?? i like sweet smells a lot ^^

Favorite Color: Purple & Orange!!

Favorite Animal: Dogs & Pigs

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Hot Chocolate

Average Sleep Hours: 6-9 hours

Number of Blankets: 2

Dream Trip: I get really uncomfortable & anxious in crowded places so i’m not really sure?? somewhere that’s just relaxing and doesn’t have too many people

Last Thing I Googled: ダチョウ

How Many Blogs I Follow: Uhhh 4,931 ^^;

Number of Followers: (/ﾟДﾟ)/

Do I Get Asks Regularly: Not really?? Somewhat regularly, I guess??

[rilenerocks]

At seven years old, I have now become a Chicago girl. My family has moved into the third floor of an apartment building at 7746 S. Cornell.

One block to the west is Stony Island which is a major thoroughfare through the city. The Chicago Skyway is close by and we are never supposed to play in those places because of the heavy traffic and the stranger danger. But I look at them from our alley and from the back porch steps three stories high, where the boiling afternoon heat turns our apartment into an inferno in the summer. There are so many vehicles moving in steady streams in many directions. I am not in Sioux City any more.

This apartment only has two bedrooms. Mom and dad are in one. My two sisters and I are in the other. My brother is in some makeshift space on the back porch. There is aluminum foil put up to reflect the sun away from his bed. I am too young to be upset at the major downsizing from our Iowa house to this small space. In retrospect I realize that this move was much harder for my older brother and sister who were more established in their Sioux City lives. They have to adapt to a new social structure because we are now living in a much more sophisticated and wealthy area than in Iowa where class didn’t seem as obvious. Or maybe I was too little to notice class then. Our apartment building is on the fringe of that wealthier neighborhood and we go to school with kids who are used to a whole other economic existence.

As kid number three, I have the advantage of observing the problems of my siblings and figuring out strategies to survive. My parents,who were driven by desperation to make this move, didn’t have the psychology chops to understand the ramifications of this sea change. They were naive. This move created what my mom called “two separate families,” my parents with the older siblings and my parents with me and my younger sister. Whether true or not, I think my mom was wrong to tell us that. At least she told us two young ones. I really am not sure what she said to the big kids. Dorothy the boundary-less. But I digress. Mrs. Miller is our landlady.

She is broad, with greasy, straight salt and pepper hair which is straight, cut in one length to just below her chin. She is brusque and I want to be away from her. Sometimes her family comes to visit and by their accents, it seems they’re from the south. There is a pale-skinned, pale-haired, pale-eyed girl about my age. We play together in the gangway which separates our apartment building from the one next door. I make up most of the games. I did the same thing with Robin, the boy I loved in Iowa. With him we played, the butterfly, the spider and the fly. He had a dual role as the mean spider and the savior fly. I was the butterfly. With this pale girl, we are playing island natives. We trade off who is the girl and the boy. The heroine’s name is Fayaway. She is always in danger, being captured and then being rescued. Although nothing actually sexual happens between us, through the prism of time, I recognize that these were erotic forms of play. Apparently I am always in love, as soon as I recognized the beginnings of that feeling.

Our block is primarily apartment buildings, some three units and others six units. There are a few duplexes. There is only one empty lot on the block. I go down there to collect grasshoppers. In summer, my sister and I screw our roller skates to our shoes and go down the sidewalk making metallic, grinding sounds on the journey to collect the bugs. I bring them back to the ledge at the front entry of our building and conduct experiments. I dissect them and move their pieces around to see what happens. Sometimes their separated parts keep moving after my operations. I have no idea how that works but it interests me. We say that the grasshoppers are spitting tobacco juice at us. Our lawn consists of a small patch of dirt, maybe 4’ by 4’ with some wan blades of grass. I am now in the urban world of bricks and mortar. That’s what I adjust to, with the alleys, sidewalks, gangways and apartment basements as my play ground. Iowa becomes a memory. In summer and on weekends, kids pour out of the buildings and we all play together. Our hide and seek games have a two block radius because there are so many kids in the game. We need lots of space for hiding. I remember going into dark basements and have a hard time believing the freedom of those days. We play kick the can in the alley, concentration and those hand clapping games that have songs attached.

Concentration is a game where you say, thinking of, names of, cars, beginning with, A. We go from cars to colors to flowers and so on. This is semi-spoken and semi-sung. The hand games have songs too like, a sailor went to sea, sea, sea to see what he could see, see, see. Our hands move fast and we have special clapping styles. Sometimes if we go too fast, the game breaks down and we start over. We play jump rope and hopscotch.

There is always something to do outside. My mom opens the front window of the apartment, calls out or whistles and we run home for dinner. After we eat, a big gang of kids runs to the corner to wait for Harry, the ice cream man.

He wears a white coat and hat and rides a bike with small freezer on the front of it. For a dime you can buy a popsicle, a fudgsicle, an ice cream bar, a dreamsicle or a push-up. I love chocolate popsicles the best. I am bigger than a lot of the kids. While we wait for Harry, I lie on my back and flex my knees toward my chest. The smaller kids sit on my feet and I push them through the air. I push Johnny Lothrop so far that he flips over and breaks his collarbone. His parents are very angry and I’m afraid they want my parents to pay. Johnny has to wear a neck brace. For days I’m afraid to go out and I stand in the little front hallway, looking out longingly at everyone playing. Our block is filled with all kinds of people.

We have several Greek families living near us. Elaine and Anna Sonios live across the street. They’re older than me. Their parents own a grocery store on 79th Street. They celebrate different holidays than we do and on occasion we get invited in and are given treats. We get Greek halva which is nougat with pistachios. I can still taste it. Elaine and Anna’s parents are very strict. When they have lots of guests, the girls climb out the windows to run around with the rest of the kids. Constantine Athanasoulias lives on our block as does Johnny Latsoudis. Johnny is handsome. There’s another cute boy on the block named Kenny Jones. I have a crush on him. He has a line in the middle of his lower lip that makes him look special. He has an older brother named Edward James but everyone calls him Edgy. The first African-American student at my elementary school, Horace Mann, moves onto our block. Her name is Sandra Greene. She is tall and athletic. Her skin has reddish tones and her face has high cheekbones. I think she’s beautiful. I often wonder whether she is part Native American. Down the block there is a family from somewhere in the Middle East. A little girl whose name is Lu-el plays outside. She is odd. The big kids try to make her eat dirt with a stick. Sometimes when I look back I feel like the kids are just this side of Lord of the Flies. One day Lu-el drops to the ground and is having a seizure. We run and get my mother who comes and puts a tongue depressor in her mouth so she won’t swallow her tongue.

Our block is full of action. One day I am outside when a mean-faced teenager named Harry Hess comes up to me and calls me a fucking kike. I know this is bad so I go tell my mother. She comes storming outside and yells at Harry and explains to me that some people don’t like us because we’re Jewish. I’ve never heard the “f” word either. I’m getting my first lessons in prejudice. Cornell is an ethnic swirl and there’s a lot to learn.

My grandparents live right around the corner on 78th Street. I can still smell their hallway. It smells like chicken soup and pepper and schmaltz. Schmaltz which is flavorful chicken fat is saved and put in a jar in the fridge and is used for cooking and us smeared on everything. Why did everyone not die of heart attacks? My grandmother is a wonderful cook. But when we visit, we sit at her white porcelain table with blue embossed flowers and eat apricot jelly on rye bread and cantaloupe cut into chunks. The chicken and friccasees are for special occasions. One of my uncles and his wife live “north” on Kenmore but then they are suddenly south on Euclid. We get together with the extended family every weekend and have big meals. We sing a lot. Favorites are You Are My Sunshine, Tell Me Why and Swing Low, Sweet Chariot. We shop locally on 79th Street.

There is Heller’s drugstore and Feldstein’s delicatessen. Feldstein’s has a big barrel full of penny candy. There are yellow jawbreakers wrapped in red rope candy. There are little wax bottles filled with juice. Wax is definitely a thing because there are big was lips you bite down on and wax mustaches. There are white candy cigarettes with pink tips and pastel gums that are shaped like cigars, with a gold label like the ones on real cigars. There are pink, yellow, white and blue hard sugar dots that are baked onto paper- you bite those off. You can get a package of pixy sticks or Lick-a-made which is nothing but flavored sugar. Tiny ice cream cones filled with colored marshmallows. Chum gum. Those were the treats we got on hot Saturday afternoons when we all piled into the laundromat with our bags of clothes, sheets and towels. How I hated the laundromat. The wringer washer in Iowa was long gone. My parents wouldn’t own a machine again until they moved near me in my adult life, almost 30 years later.  But while we took turns there, swapping out the wet loads and folding the hot things from the dryer, there was shopping.

  There was Dessauer’s butcher shop where my mom would order a piece of book roast. I don’t even know what that is. The butcher shop smelled of blood. I knew that even though I hadn’t smelled blood before. There was Wee Folks, the toy store where you could get Silly Putty. Eventually I got a Barbie doll at that store. Mine had red hair and a hole in her head. She could wear either a bubble hairstyle or if you wanted a change, you’d reach into the hole and pull out a ponytail. My favorite doll was one I’d gotten in Iowa from my grandmother. She was a Madame Alexander doll with a porcelain face and a stiff blue dress with white trim. She had one other outfit. Buying doll clothes was too expensive so I made more out of Kleenex and rubber bands. I still have her, though she is in pieces.

The Avalon theater was on 79th Street, within walking distance of our apartment. Sometimes we went with our friends. It was a fine old theater with stylish boxes and a balcony. If we shared a box of Milk Duds, they were real caramel with real chocolate covering that cracked when you bit them. I saw scary movies with Vincent Price and always liked the cartoons that played before the feature film. Movies were pretty cheap. Life felt good to me in those first years on Cornell.

We went to Rainbow Beach on the weekends. The adults all stayed on the grassy lawn of the abutting park  but I went to the water where I learned to swim by copying other people’s actions. My brother worked at the concession stand there and it felt exciting to eat something away from home. They put mustard on the hamburgers which came wrapped in thin white tissuey paper. Mostly we ate at home. On weekends, we got food from the deli, like salami and bologna and bagels and lox. Those were welcome treats. For the most part, I was a happy kid. But there were troubles brewing. My dad worked for the Chicago Motor Club in the day and at Polk Brothers at night. My mom worked occasionally but she had bad bouts of ulcerative colitis and often wound up staying home. She worked at Time-Life Books and The University of Chicago hospital where she was in accounts and the beginnings of Medicare. My dad was the one who came to bring my little sister and I home for lunch as our school didn’t have a lunchroom. We ate a lot of eggs and salami. I knew there was economic stress. I always worried about my mother’s health. She would go in and out of hospitals, events which frightened me just like the first time it happened when I was four. My brother and sister were adapting but they each had struggles. My brother became a fringe person who only had a few friends. My sister was more socially entrenched but she was unhappy. The small space we shared rumbled with emotions, some spoken and others beneath the surface. I kept my younger sister close to me. She was physically little and I wanted whatever was coming in my direction from the big people to be kept away from her. I was pretty young to be thinking those thoughts but I was worried a lot about the obvious economic stressors and the impact they were having on our household. I was impacted too by those like everyone else. But I found ways to respond that prompted my dad to give me my new nickname – weasel. I liked that one. I thought it was apt. When I felt the anger, sadness and anxiety of the older people, I wanted to make things better, for them and for me. So I found my own ways to deal with the childhood issues that have big impacts on how we feel about ourselves. My go-to skill became lying. When it was picture day at school and so many girls pranced in dressed in fancy outfits with fancy shoes, I’d get asked, “where are your dress shoes? It’s picture day.” And I would clap myself on the forehead and say, “oh I forgot.” Worked like a charm. I started to figure out that there might be a way around, over, under or through  any obstacle or problem that was in front of you. While I was playing and doing my little kid stuff, there was another part of me developing, the part that is the core of who I am as an adult. No depression, no acting out, no ulcerative colitis for me. I was going to be the person who found my way through everything, with as little personal damage to me as possible. I am still that person. The Chicago school days are next up in my memory journey which I’m going to leave for my family.

The Living Spaces #2 Chicago Girl At seven years old, I have now become a Chicago girl. My family has moved into the third floor of an apartment building at 7746 S.

[sweet-berry-sims]

“That was the night your uncle and Cam went missing. No one knew what happened or who he had been arguing with but I remember waking in a cold sweat. Somehow, I just knew that we wouldn’t find him, that he was gone.” 

“I wonder what happened that night.”

“Sometimes I do too. Other times, I worry that I wouldn’t want to know.”

[sweet-berry-sims]

“Unfortunately, the pleasantness of the reunion wasn’t to last when Cam mentioned in our group chat that Cantaloupe had gotten into a fight with someone down at the beach. Cam said they wanted to ignore it but since they could hear Cantaloupe’s voice from the house, he left his phone to check it out.”

“Is that normal to be so loud?”

“For Cantaloupe? Yes.”

[sweet-berry-sims]

Zinnia soon learned the joys of having friends close enough to have their own key, Cantaloupe, meant sometimes being startled by said friend playing games in her room. 

[sweet-berry-sims]

Cantaloupe decided to make regular visits to Cherry and Zinnia since he and Genesis were debating on whether to start a family. Especially since he was about to be an uncle soon. 

Zinnia might have been a new addition to their friend circle but she made sure to get it into Cantaloupe’s head that he and his wife shouldn’t be trying for a kid just because his brother is having one.

While the kids talk did work its way to the backburner, they still were debating moving since they didn’t want to stay in Sulani forever but they couldn’t decide where to go or if they should move back home so they travelled a lot when they didn’t need to study. 

[sweet-berry-sims]

Sandy was already showing by the time plans were officially finalized. Sandy and August Breeze were going to return to the Prism family home to raise their new arrival and Cherry was moving the week after. Cantaloupe still took the chance to mourn the loss of his father and the future separation from his twin. 

While the week before Cherry moved out the dorm was mostly silent since there hadn’t been any new arrivals yet because her and August Breeze’s departure was rather unplanned. Cantaloupe and Genesis were excited at the prospect of having the dorm to themselves when Neppie left to study abroad. 

                                                          ***

“Since I could study from anywhere, Sandy and I decided to come home so we could raise our future baby. Cherry was moving to the city like she had always hoped. We were growing up and physically apart.”

“You say future like I’m not right here.”

“Well it was future for then me.”

[sweet-berry-sims]

Genesis and Sandy finally had the pleasure of meeting Amber Blush. Amber Blush was more than happy to have a new daughter-in-law in Genesis though she held some reservations towards Sandy. She was polite enough to not make her hesitation obvious because of the party though. Both of the younger women were agreed that Amber Blush was a nice woman. 

Meanwhile, the bride’s parents were busy elsewhere. Which meant that Cantaloupe and August Breeze were free to talk with Cherry without much interruption. 

                                                        ***

“I could tell that Mom, your grandmother, did not feel very comfortable around Sandy but she put that aside during the party. She later said that something felt off about her demeanor. Definitely the weirdness that was going on in my eyes. Hindsight though makes me wonder.”

“Yeah, Gran is good at that.”

[sweet-berry-sims]

The couple decided that they wanted to marry as soon as possible so they elected to marry at the end of the summer before the new term got hard in college so they could enjoy time as a married couple while still being productive. 

                                                          ***

“Cantaloupe and Genesis decided to have their wedding the week after the new term started. They said it was to feel productive but they actually couldn’t get Mom and Gen’s parents there until then.” 

“Schedules are hard.”

“Yep.”

[sweet-berry-sims]

The cheerful excitement ran through the dorm like lightning. August Breeze and Sandy were caught up and took the chance to sneak away while the rest of the dorm bombarded the newly engaged couple with congratulations. 

                                                          ***

“Sandy and I took advantage of the moment to spend sometime together before she was set to leave.” 

“So much for not getting attached when you knew she was leaving.”

“Well, saying something and doing it is so much harder especially when feelings are involved.”

[sweet-berry-sims]

The proposal went down almost immediately after the dorm settled from blowing out candles which, despite Genesis knowing that the brothers had been plotting something, ended up as a surprise to her. To absolutely no one’s surprise, she said yes. 

                                                           ***

“Cantaloupe proposed right away after everyone had mostly finished their birthday cake.” 

“Awww.”

“It was cute.”