Tuesday, 29 April 2025

Morning Kettlebells and Cold Sweat: Why I’m Starting Anyway



This morning, I tried to start a kettlebell routine.

Just a few simple moves. Nothing heroic. But not even ten minutes in, I broke out in a cold sweat and had to sit down.


Not exactly the triumphant return to strength I had imagined.


But it did remind me: my body’s been through a lot. I’m not 25, and I’m not trying to be. I’m 64, and I’d like to keep moving — with steadiness, with dignity, and without falling over when I pick something up off the floor.


Lately, I’ve been thinking about how we care for our bodies as we get older.

We pay attention to diet, try to keep our minds sharp — but strength often slips away quietly.

I’m not talking about chasing abs. I mean real, everyday strength: carrying a bag of groceries, getting up from the floor, going for a walk after work instead of collapsing into a chair.


That’s why I started building something small — a warmup, a basic kettlebell routine, and a few notes of encouragement tucked in here and there. Nothing fancy. Just a way to stay grounded and steady.


I’m working on starting a journal to keep myself on track. Nothing stressful or too time consuming. 




After work today, I didn’t push myself to “make up for it.” I just took a long walk. No earbuds, no performance. Just the rhythm of walking, breathing, thinking.

That alone helped more than I expected.




I don’t have a master plan. Just this sense that I want to keep showing up for my own life — a little stronger, a little steadier, and maybe even a little kinder to myself.



P.S. If you’ve been feeling like you’re starting late or starting slow — you’re not alone. Start anyway.

Wednesday, 23 April 2025

Emotions and the Desert Fathers: A Sacred Struggle Toward Theosis



I woke up this morning with a raging headache. I mean—really? Waking up with a headache? I made my way to the kitchen, the comforting aroma of coffee picking me up a bit, but as soon as I looked out the window, dark and grey skies pulled me down again. It was just one of those mornings that felt emotionally heavy right from the start.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how we handle emotions, especially on days like this—when we wake up tired, heavy-hearted, or just off. You know the kind of morning I mean. And as strange as it may sound, I found unexpected comfort in the teachings of the Desert Fathers.

These early Christian monks had such a deep, nuanced understanding of the emotional life—not in the modern psychological sense, but as part of our spiritual journey. They didn’t believe in pretending our emotions weren’t there or shoving them down. Instead, they invited us to recognize them, work with them, and ultimately let Christ transform them.


Emotions as Part of the Journey

The Desert Fathers saw emotions as powerful forces. They used words like energeiai to describe the energies of the soul. When these energies got twisted, they became passions (pathē), leading us away from God. But those same emotions, when healed and redirected, could actually become fuel for our journey back to Him.

Abba Poemen once said:

“Do not give your heart to that which does not satisfy your heart.”

That one line stops me in my tracks. How often do we chase after things that promise comfort or peace but leave us emptier than before? The Fathers weren’t scolding—they were inviting us to a deeper honesty, to discern what truly feeds our soul.

Inner Stillness, Not Emotional Shutdown

I used to think the spiritual life meant becoming emotionally blank—calm, unbothered, unfazed. But that’s not what the Fathers meant by apatheia. It’s not about numbing out. It’s about finding a deeper stillness beneath the waves of our emotions.

Evagrius Ponticus explained:

“A man in a state of apatheia is not someone without feeling, but someone who is no longer under the compulsion of the passions.”

It’s not that we stop feeling. It’s that we learn to feel rightly, rooted in God’s presence. That shift in perspective was huge for me. It made space for all my emotions without letting them run the show.

The Gift of Tears

Let’s talk about tears for a moment. I cry a lot, and honestly, I don’t always know why. I’m not embarrassed by it—not anymore, especially in prayer. But sometimes, the sadness just lingers. And I’ve come to believe that maybe these tears are prayers themselves, carrying the aches I can’t quite put into words.

The Desert Fathers didn’t see tears as weakness. They saw them as grace.

Holy tears were a healing gift—an outward sign of an inward softening. They didn’t cry to feel sorry for themselves. They wept because love was breaking through the hard places of their hearts.

Abba Isaac the Syrian once said:

“More than all things, love silence. It brings you a fruit that the tongue cannot describe.”

In silence, we come face to face with our emotions. And sometimes, the tears come too. Not as failure, but as the beginning of healing.

Emotions as a Path to Christ

What touches me most is how the Desert Fathers believed every emotion—yes, even the hard and messy ones—could be transfigured.

Anger? It can become holy zeal. Sorrow? It can turn into repentance. Fear? It can be refined into awe and reverence. Even our deepest longings can be redirected into desire for God.

Abba Macarius said:

“If we remember the wrongs that men have done us, our prayers are not acceptable to God.”

They weren’t offering lofty ideals—they were pointing to real transformation. A kind of alchemy of the heart, where God takes our raw, honest feelings and slowly turns them into something beautiful.


What This Means for Us

The Fathers are like spiritual black coffee: strong, no sugar, and they’ll wake up your soul.

They remind us that emotions aren’t something to fear or suppress. They’re invitations—holy echoes that can lead us to deeper healing, if we’re willing to listen and bring them into the light of Christ.

So the next time your heart feels heavy, don’t rush past it. Sit with it. Pray with it. Let the silence speak, and let your tears fall if they need to. This, too, is prayer.

Because the goal isn’t to have perfect peace or constant joy. The goal is to become real—to be made whole—and to let Christ meet us exactly where we are, even in our aches and uncertainties.


May we all learn to sit with our hearts, let Christ into the quiet, and allow our emotions to be not a burden, but a blessing on the path to Him.

Tuesday, 28 January 2025

Pounded Burdock Root with Sesame Dressing


             (Recipe found at link below) 

Pounded Burdock Root with Sesame Sauce (Tataki Gobo) たたきごぼう


Burdock root, known as gobo in Japan, is a long, slender root vegetable with a mildly earthy, nutty flavor and a hint of sweetness. 

Widely used in traditional Japanese cuisine, gobo is a versatile vegetarian ingredient often featured in dishes like kinpira gobo (stir-fried burdock and carrots) and nabe (hot pot). It is rich in dietary fiber, antioxidants, and essential nutrients like potassium, making it popular for promoting digestion, detoxification, and overall wellness. 

Historically, gobo was introduced to Japan from China as a medicinal plant in the 8th century, later becoming a staple in Japanese cooking. Today, it remains a symbol of earthy simplicity and is cherished in vegetarian and plant-based diets for its health benefits and unique flavor.

In the supermarket Gobo is usually packed in plastic bags. 





Gobo is filling and tasty! If you haven’t tried it I recommend it! 


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