Fig tree directly in front of the door of the house on Tennessee Ave. It's inevitable that sometime soon we will be pelted with figs every time we come or go from the house.
If there's an apple tree, the people in the garden will eat. Blame it on the serpent or Eve, whatever you like. What is it they say about a gun in the first scene of a play? Someone is going to shoot that gun in the third act, right? It's inevitable.
Summer in DC has to get hot and heinous at some point, it just does. And even though we have had the most beautiful, not-too-humid, 85 degree, blue sky, Colorado-ish summer so far, I am not surprised that finally the other shoe has dropped. It is miserable outside. From inside, I am expressing many prayers of gratitude for air conditioning.
If you agree to do a trade with a life coach, at some point you're going to get skunked. Hope I don't offend anyone here because it really is a great idea on paper. The way it has always and inevitably worked out for me, though, is that I trade a lot of massage or shell out a lot of money for stuff that's in every self-help book. I can't blame the coaches who happily pay tons of money to other coaches presumably for the same lackluster ideas. It's like a pyramid scheme conducted by energetic, enthusiastic and very earnest people on each other as well as their clients. Am I way off base? I don't get life coaching, perhaps. Correct me if I'm wrong, OK?
Stay cool, y'all.
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hi reya, the warm, humid air that suddenly and inevitably flooded up from the gulf of mexico arrived here in peterborough yesterday. it rolled in great thick grey waves of moisture, hovered like a cloak and then mid day started to spin and weave into great grey cloudsheets.
the birds rode the thermals. i saw five hawks looking for food and then all at same time grab a thermal and rise right out of sight.
the evening saw two great thunderstorms. i see that the deer on the windvane is pointing north - that's where the air that passed over washington is blowing - right this way!! deep breaths reya. steven
We got two small showers yesterday, just enough to piss everything off not enough to give anything a drink. Well, at least it hasn't been soak you humid.
I love figs Reya. We had a huge tree in our backyard as a kid. The figs at the top of the tree would ferment and the bees would get drunk and pass out and fall to the ground, sleep it off and then fly back up for more. At least that's what our mother would say but then she never let the truth get in the way of a good story.
I feel the same way about life coaches.
It seems to me that life coaches are for people who don't read self-help, "get off your butt and do it" things, who lack self-awareness, and who need someone to hold their hand and check their progress. That may be someone else, but I can guarantee it's not you. So here's a little free life coaching: stop trading something of value for something you already know. You already know the magic answer, even if you don't know that you know it.
Please take this as a compliment,, I think you may be a "life coach" of sorts. remember that was a positive compliment,, :)
Hi Reya! The weather here is damp, muggy and hot! I'm relishing it though because we haven't had much of a summer! I thought about hiring a life coach to be honest. Mind you, I've read almost every self-help book there is out there. The way I look at it, the life coach can lead me in a different light, with a new perspective. I wouldn't look at this person as someone who would tell me what to do or "should" me, just to see my life with an objective eye and point me in the right direction.
I never did understand the whole 'life coach' thing. How can you really learn about getting your life in order without actually experiencing it. 'Life' can't come in a textbook.
On another note, I'm starting a life change this week. Doing the Master Cleanse fast. So far so good, but it's only day one...but the gumption is there! I'll be blogging about my experience on a daily basis. Stay tuned, Reya!
Mmmmm...I love figs! I had a fig tree behind my house in Morocco and I always enjoyed the shade and the fruit, even though it tended to be small, green and hard. (I cooked with it.)
I've never hired a life coach, and I admit I'm suspicious of the benefits.
I don't like reading nonfiction, so I've always wanted someone to tell me what to do when I grow up (rather than read a book telling me how to figure it out) - I have often felt like a square peg in a round hole. But I think, finally, in my 40s I have it figured out somewhat. It's a nice feeling.
We had a good friend who was a life coach. I always thought of him in an Amway sort of way. His life had a strange fake happy "canned" feel to it.
Good morning Reya, I can identify with oppressive heat... at least ours is not too humid. The fig tree is beautiful. We have a very large fig tree which produced delicious fruit in June & early July; we had some in our fruit plate every morning, Yum.
I am with you on the Life Coach train. Not to offend anyone who has chosen to explore that path, but most of the recommendations are simply common sense. The kinds of things you can read from books or get from your friends, sisters or mother. Most people I know who have tried them, are soon finished.
Your fig tree gives new meaning to the saying "flying fig."
Entrapment. That's what that whole apple shtick is. Pure entrapment.
Seems that there's quite a few folks out there who just can't/won't see the forest for the trees.
Love the pics of the figs.
Hi, honey!
You were thinking of Chekov, who said, somebody reports, "If in the first act you have hung a pistol on the wall, then in the following one it should be fired. Otherwise don't put it there." Different versions of the line show up in different places. All meaning more or less the same thing.
love ya.
And yes. The apples.
At X-Nutwood, the apple tree is inaccessible, up the dogs' hill, so Rhys eats them. And gets ill.
I've never been to a life coach. But I did have a wonderful therapist who helped me a lot. Too bad my insurer decided not to keep him on its roster . . .
I love everyone who reads and comments on this blog. After every comment, I smiled and said to myself, "Yes, yes."
Y'all are my life coaches, along with Mother Nature, my big mega life coach.
Sorry I was so cranky this morning. I saw some wonderful clients today who really turned my mood around.
Figs: We love them, too, but we get so many, just so many that we can't keep up even though we give them away by the big freezer ziplock bagful. Ellen I love the idea of the bees getting drunk and passing out. Here they seem to attract mosquitoes and flies - not so poetic. But I'm not complaining about the figs. It's an embarrassment of riches.
Cranky? Guess I didn't notice. If you want me to know you're cranky, you have to do better than that.
A surfeit of figs? Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Drooling here, trying to console myself with the fact that they're not on my diet anyway.
I'm glad to hear that somebody caught summer when it flew away from these parts. We've got rain and cool weather. Share?
I don't know how life-coaching can really work because any long-term, life-affirming changes need to come from within, complete with all the hard work to get there.
On another note, Reya, you're going to love Tahoe if you're all hot and muggy - it was a spectacular day today! The water swimmable, and the temperature moderate - in other words - perfect! We spent the whole day at the beach and our home feels just right. We don't have air conditioning here, and only need it a day or two a year.
Hi reya
life coaches like PTs may be good for people who can't maintain motivation...they create a discipline...that might be lacking...as for what they sell...perhaps these people can't be bothered to read either and like to be spoon fed....
Happy days
Don't challenge me, Ronda!!
Reya, you should collect the figs when they ripen. They are considered a perfect food, have almost everything one needs to eat in one fig.
Warm, humid air. Yuck. It messes up my breathing so I can't go out without using a puffer. Quite the light show we had in Toronto on Sunday night for four hours so I didn't go online for fear of getting zapped.
There are so valuable lessons to be learned from a coach, but mostly it's BS.
Dude! Your real life coaches are your spirit guides! You already talk to them, so you probably don't need human ones... :)
I'm always put off by self-help books . . . their tone tends to annoy me, and I feel like their "message" could generally be expressed in a few pithy aphorisms. (Same with life coaches?)
Frankly, I get more wit, wisdom, beauty and good ideas from my blogging friends. Thanks, Reya.
Karen my life coaches ARe my spirit guides. DUH!
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