Whole Grain Blueberry Muffins

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Truth be told I’m not a big muffin fan, BUT I have been making this recipe for years and they are fabulous. Everyone seems to love them. Even the kids in my life. They are my go to if I want to make something for someone who needs a lift or just to show my love & appreciation. They have no eggs, no butter and while they do contain buttermilk (yogurt is a viable sub) they could go vegan with some insight.. These in the photo just popped out of the oven. They are for my beloved yoga students who will be in attendance at my last in person class. I hope you give them a try.
Namaste—
Peace, Love, Joy & Play
Tricia

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Tricia's Words, Void of Content

Art Source: Duy Huynh

Art Source: Duy Huynh

She has withered, 

Becoming a human sheath, 

Void of content.

Blown by the wind,

She hopes, at each momentary landing, 

To be filled with insight,

Once again buoyantly grounded.

But her spiritual angst 

Has become impossible to unwind

She is pared down to the essentials

The struggle of light versus dark 

Is endless, until it becomes 

A struggle no more.

Tricia Schwaba, September 2021

Gradual Baptism

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The rain falls blessedly onto my heaven bound third-eye.  Drop by drop it cleanses my stubborn and controlling vision. It’s difficult to see what the Universe has planned around all the visions I have created for myself. The tiny splashes offer a gradual baptism, a clarity. I finally drop the reins.  

Tricia Schwaba, 2016, From the Archives

Tricia's Words-- Love Of Self

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Vulnerability is mine and mine alone.

It taunts my confidence.

Tears at my peace.

It’s a grenade of dissatisfaction.

Aimed at the landscape of my soul.

I know of its deep-seated root.

I give it it’s warranted respect.

Like the pain that I want to ease.

I am certain I will find the strength.

To bury it in its appropriate resting place.

Bless it.

Cover it with Mother Earth.

Water it with the heaven’s rain.

As it transforms it into the beauty that is—

Love of Self.

Tricia Schwaba—11/19 Poetry, From the Archives

A Hope For Your Day

I hope today is a day that reminds you how beautiful you are.
I hope today is a day that calms you through random harmonious sounds of nature.
I hope today you offer up a single act of kindness that shines a light on your true purpose.
I hope today reminds you of just how worthy you are of all good things.

Tricia

Expression Not Suppression

Art Source: Terrence Osborne

Art Source: Terrence Osborne

I don’t need people in my life that want me to be quiet.
I don’t need anyone in my life to tell me to tone it down.
No thanks.
I allowed hollow, critical voices to corner me into silence for years,
I listened. I absorbed, I acquiesced.
Worse yet, I apologized..
I didn’t then understand—
Strengthening my voice is integral to my spiritual evolution.
It must be free or there will be trouble.
And to those in my past that attempted to quiet me?
I bless them, silently, on their way.

Tricia Schwaba, September 2021