Improving Your Dining Experience: Tips From A Toddler

A few months ago there was a death in our family, which resulted in my stepson and his 16 month old daughter moving in with us. While it is true that I have four grandchildren ranging from two to fifteen years old, none of them have ever lived with me full time. So having a toddler in the house is a new experience for me, rather along the lines of that TV show “Wild Kingdom”. Meal times are especially delightful, and I’m learning new things every day. I am eager to try some of these helpful ¬†strategies the next time we go out to dinner. I am sure our server will be as motivated by them as I am with my granddaughter, Miss Vivian. In the interest of helpfulness, I am sharing these tips with all of you. Feel free to use them any time.

1. After placing your order, almost immediately begin shrieking at the top of your lungs if your food isn’t put in front of you instantaneously. This will ensure speedier, more courteous service.

2. As your server approaches your table with your food, give them the stink eye, glaring at them suspiciously, letting them know that you are on to them, and that you are aware that your food has, in fact, been laced with rat poison.

3. As the server places the food on the table in front of you, clench your jaws and turn your head away from the food. Refuse to taste it. Who knows what has been done to it?

4. After deigning to taste it, open your mouth while letting the bite of food in it drop out of your mouth onto the table in front of you, while maintaining eye contact with the server. This establishes your alpha position, letting the server know you are no one to be trifled with. Be sure your expression is as filled with scorn as possible.

5. Flip the dish of food onto the floor. This should prompt the server to offer you something else, something more in keeping with your superior tastebuds. If they do not offer you something else, cry. Guilt is a powerful motivator.

These gems of mealtime wisdom will come in handy, I’m sure, whenever you dine out. I know they have done wonders for me. Mealtime has become quite the adventure in our house. Stay tuned for my next set of tips around beauty salons and hair care. Also known as ” When blow dryers attack”.¬†image

Thanksgiving Thoughts

dragon-thumbToday, I am grateful for a lot of things. Besides being grateful for my family and friends, I am grateful that I get to do what I love to do, day in and day out. I am grateful for the wonderful people that trust me with their innermost feelings. I am grateful to the elders and teachers who have supported me spiritually on my journey. I am grateful to the Stone People for their presence in my life.

I am grateful for the most amazing website designer, Robbie O’Quinn, who helped me give birth to my vision of a website in 2011, and managed to drag me kicking and screaming into the World Wide Web. ( No easy feat, trust me.) Explaining the complexities of a huge e-commerce site to a psychic is the closest thing to impossible that I can imagine, yet she did it without shaming me or strangling me. Impressive. I now know more than I ever wanted to about things like ” shared servers” and website crashes.

So, it’s been four years, and Robbie thought that it was time for a change. ( My least favorite thing.) As you can see, we have married my main website with my blog. We have expanded both, to give people easier access to all of my material from the past four years, my teachings on the Chakras, Magical Metals, the Stones, plus all of my blog posts. The blog is now Judith’s Crystal Cave Teachings. I like that, because I do live in a real Crystal Cave, with 35 tons of rocks in the ceiling.

Everything is new, including the email system, which has been switched over to Mailchimp. ( No, I don’t understand the technical reasons for that, I have learned that it’s better if I don’t ask too many questions about that stuff. ) There were some glitches during the launch on Monday, but we are working through them. I would love your feedback on the change, if you feel so inclined. Just post a comment. And if there is anything you would like me to add, let me know. I have to say, she was right about doing this. ( She usually is.) I’m really happy with the new feeling of it all.

For those of you who love the Stones the way I do, consider giving a Crystal as a Christmas gift. Since the Stones are living beings, they are truly the gift that keeps on giving.

I hope everyone has a peaceful, lovely day, with loved ones and wonderful food. I wish you all laughter, love, grace, and beauty. Blessings, Judith

Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien: For Paris, The City of Light

Paris has always represented joy, music, art, laughter, elegance. The museums, the cafes, the patisseries, the shops… And, always, the lights. Paris has long been known as the City of Light. And one thing we know about light, is that it can never be extinguished by the dark. One of the reasons Paris has been called the City of Light is because the Age of Enlightenment was started there. Around the 18th century, the Age of Enlightenment was a philosophical movement that espoused individual liberty, freedom, reason, and, ironically, religious tolerance. I say ironically, because this heinous attack has been claimed by a group of radical extremists. Throughout history, the darkness has always attempted to extinguish the light, and has repeatedly failed to do so. During WWII, the Germans occupied Paris in 1940, attempting to crush it’s spirit then. They did not succeed. In 1944, the Allies and the French Resistance drove the Germans out of Paris, and the Parisiennes reclaimed their city.

I have always been moved by music, I believe music speaks to our hearts. The reason the Edith Piaf song spoke to me regarding this tragedy, is because it is an anthem of new beginnings in the face of pain. That no matter how many times our hearts may be broken, we have the courage to love again, dream again, find joy again. Paris has always been the city of lovers, the city of joy. In the days, weeks, and months to come, as we all mourn, tend to the wounded, bury the dead, may we all choose to live from the light and joy in life that Paris, and places like it, represent.

There will always be the hate-filled crazies that are just looking for an excuse to kill something. People, animals, nature, anything. That is the signature of the dark. Hatred and violence. The signature of the light is love. Love, laughter, and joy.

And as for me, here’s what I don’t regret, both for myself, and for humanity: I don’t regret living from an open heart, even though I have been hurt. I don’t regret being sensitive, being alive to life, both the good and the bad. The alternative to being sensitive is to become numb, shut down. And that is not an option for any of us. So, like Edith Piaf, I regret nothing. Today, I stand with the people of Paris, and with who they have always been. Free spirits, sensitive, enlightened, philosophical. I light a virtual cigarette, have a virtual cup of coffee in one of the cafes, with Edith Piaf playing in the background, And with joined arms and joined hearts, we rebuild. The world stands with Paris today, and for as long as it takes to heal. The light will prevail. It always does. We will continue to live from that, and regret nothing. Blessings, Judith