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The common mallow plant is a frequently seen and easy to recognize plant, it grows up to one meter high and is found almost anywhere.
The flowers appear from spring through autumn, they are a light purplish-pink color with reddish veins, which give the flower an appearance of being striped. The fruits that follow are shaped like a polo mint and are known as ‘cheeses’.
The mallow plant is anti-inflammatory, it is good for the treatment of sore gums, sore throats, stomach irritation, constipation and general aches and pains. It is effective in treating a cough and soothing skin problems.
It appears that the latest health fad is to eat like a Neanderthal. And apparently eating like a Neaderthal entails gorging on flesh and delighting in chocolate cake. Yes, that’s right, the “Paleo-Diet” includes a recipe for cake and frosting, cuz you know those Cro-Magnon were up their dens baking desserts n’ shit.
First, let’s be clear about the meat. Take a dive down any anthropological rabbit hole and you will learn that meat was not your everyday meal, at least not anywhere that plants grow. Our archaic friends foraged before agriculture became a reality. They ate wild plants, berries, nuts, seeds, fruits, herbs, grains, etc. That was their sustenance.
So, if eating like a caveman sounds like a healthy and romantic idea, look no further than the ground in front of you (granted it hasn’t been muzzled in cement). Get to know the wild plants. The plants that defy stone and dominate your garden. The plants that mock toxic chemicals and cold winters chill. The plants that ward off parasites and nourish the bees. The plants that most deem “weeds” and rip from the earth because they’ve yet to understand their uses and find them difficult to control.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
– Robert Frost
“And a woman spoke, saying, “Tell us of Pain.”
And he said:
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.”
– Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
“Meditation on inevitable death should be performed daily. Every day when one’s body and mind are at peace, one should meditate upon being ripped apart by arrows, rifles, spears and swords, being carried away by surging waves, being thrown into the midst of a great fire, being struck by lightning, being shaken to death by a great earthquake, falling from thousand-foot cliffs, dying of disease or committing seppuku at the death of one’s master. And every day without fail one should consider himself as dead. This is the substance of the way of the samurai.”
– Yamamoto Tsunetomo
Yep. It is. I’ll bet you didn’t know that the humble little lime trumps any deodorant on earth. I can personally attest to its magical odor-eating super powers.
I began wiping fresh squeezed lime juice in my pits (I don’t think it’s possible to make that sound even the slightest bit attractive, so we’ll leave it at that) after a friend of mine mentioned this useful bit of info in a FB post. That was nearly 2 years ago and I haven’t spent a dime on deodorant since.
Mind you, I had long before ceased using antiperspirant chemical shit-storm sticks, rollers and what have you. Never-mind that they smell nasty and synthetic (definitely not sexy…and dude, what’s with the “powder” scent? reminds me of grandma’s diaper hut. I’ll go with the BO, thanks), they have been proven to cause CANCER. Fabulous! It’s not exactly the brightest idea to obstruct the bagillions of super handy pores that serve as channels to release toxins from your body via sweat.