Christian Vegan Chat With Hannah

23 Jan vegan lunch

 

Hey Lovers,

I recently had the pleasure of meeting Hannah McNeely and got to have amazing vegan lunch at her place. I first heard about Hannah through my friend Kim Julie (aka Brussels Vegan) in Tokyo. She thought I’d enjoy her blog because she is Christian and also eats a plant based diet. I’d been searching for other Christians who choose to eat a plant based diet because, well, I don’t know many. Scripture doesn’t command us to eat any particular way, we are simply told that whether we eat or drink we should do it for the glory of God.

Since I’ve started seeking others in this small sub-group I’ve found about a handful :). My hope is to interview each of them in the coming weeks so I can learn from them as well as share their perspectives on how their eating is a form of worship and a way to take care of their temples.

Whenever I decide to make a change in life, I like to study the lives of others’ who have done what I’d like to do and figure out how they have been able to do it successfully. This is my hope in interviewing other lovers like Hannah. Check out our video chat above for more!

I’ve always been interested in compassion, kindness and love. It’s the reason I created this blog. Now I’m at a place in life where I am aligning those things with my way of eating. My husband told me that he once studied the same thing to see if it was possible. He studied Gandhi and found that he too tried to eat a vegan diet. But Gandhi took it as far as possible and would only eat fruit that fell from a tree because any picking of food meant destroying it in a way. He became sick and eventually brought back dairy milk into his diet of nuts, seeds and fruit.

Ok, so I learned something from Gandhi and how he ate. To some degree something has to die for us to live. Would you agree?

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The Difference Between Empathy and Sympathy

21 Jan

“I had a miscarriage.”
“At least you can get pregnant.”

This is an example from the short video above on the difference between empathy and sympathy. There’s nothing worse than sharing something vulnerable with someone and have them come back with a comment like, “It could be worse”. Sure, things could always be worse. But a word of advice, if someone feels safe enough to confide in you and share their pain, don’t downplay it. Try to be sensitive and learn to empathize.

Are you aware of the differences between empathy and sympathy?

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LA Blogcademy Scholarship

13 Jan

Hey Lovers,

One of the people I studied for a while before deciding to start my own blog was the ever lovely Gala Darling. Her site is always so colorful and I love how she shares her heart and speaks her mind. She started The Blogcademy with two of her girlfriends and they travel the world giving workshops to aspiring bloggers and active bloggers. I’ve wanted to attend the past few years but was always out of town or had something going on. This is the first year I will be in town and I’d LOVE to go. They give one scholarship to a blogger one ash city, so I thought I’d try. Why not?

If you are in the LA area and interested, check out The Blogcademy for more info.

love-lezlie

 

2014 In Review

30 Dec

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

I can’t thank you all enough for another amazing year in blogging. Thank you so much for all of your love and support.

Here’s an excerpt:

A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 6,300 times in 2014. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 5 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

When God’s Finger Rests On You

22 Dec

God's finger

I got the following message in a newsletter from Teresa Parker. Her book, Sweet Grace: How I Lost 250 Pounds and Stopped Trying to Earn God’s Favor has helped me so much with my personal struggle with food and God. I thought it was a great message for the new year and wanted to share it with you. The following are her words.

Maybe there’s been a time when you’ve felt God’s finger resting on you. You felt Him saying, “I choose you,” but you were too afraid to answer. You like the rich, young ruler1went away sad. It was money that was standing between you and Him, but it was something you felt you couldn’t do without.

Maybe you thought He was wrong or ridiculous for pointing His supernatural finger at you because you knew what He wanted. He wanted you to help recreate you into the person of destiny He planned for you to be even before you were born.

You know and He knows that you are physically in no shape to be catapulted into this amazing destiny He has planned for you. He dreams of the time when you, like the Princess you are, will step into the center of the dance floor and take His hand for the dance of destiny.

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My Personal Fear Of Success

15 Dec

fear of success

 

Hey Lovers,

I hope you found my previous post on the subconscious fear of success helpful. I realize that not everyone is fearful of success, many people are afraid of failure. I wanted to share a little of my experience and heart with you and why apparently success is scarier than failure (for me). In the industry I work in I am used to hearing no. If I had to guess, I’d say that I’ve heard 99 no’s for every yes I’ve received. This has forced me to grow thicker skin than I already had.

I remember reading a chapter in “Learning To Fly”, Victoria Beckham’s autobiography, where she shared the moment that she got the call that she booked  a spot in The Spice Girls. She said that in that moment all of the tears that she’d been holding in for years from all of the rejection she’d received came pouring out. And she realized how much it really mattered to her, even though she’d told herself for years that every no was “no big deal”. I literally sobbed.

I read another article that broke down signs you may fear success as well as possible reasons why you do.

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Fear Of Success (Subconscious)

13 Dec

fear of success

 

Hello Lovers! I am reposting this article word for word from 99u because it was so insightful. I’ve been asked in the past if I feared success and I always laughed at that question. Why in the world would I be afraid to succeed? I definitely wasn’t afraid of failure and success is planted in my heart. But I recently had the revelation that I am and I just didn’t see it. I am writing a personal post on this topic and will share it with you soon, so check back soon.

 

Have you ever found yourself on the verge of a big success, and noticed things starting to go wrong? It begins with a feeling of agitation. The tiniest details irritate you. Reliable people start making alarming mistakes.“What’s up with them? Can’t they see how important this is? Why are they being so careless?”

It becomes hard to concentrate. You find yourself procrastinating over things you know will lead to success. You say something stupid in an important meeting.

“What’s wrong with me today?”

You get into arguments with your partner and friends, who wonder why you’re being so “touchy.”

All of these are classic symptoms of fear of success – a condition that is all the more dangerous because it’s so unexpected. You want to be successful, right? You’ve sweated blood to get to this point, so why would you sabotage yourself?

But in our success-oriented culture, we don’t give much thought to the fact that success can be downright scary. We’re used to seeing fear as the enemy, so we do our best to ignore it and soldier on. Which means the fear remains subconscious, expressing itself in the kind of “stupid” behaviors above.

So what can you do about it?

Sometimes all you need to do is “out” the fear by admitting to yourself that you are, in fact, afraid. Paradoxically, it can have the effect of helping you relax.

“OK, I’m nervous, which is pretty normal considering what’s at stake.”

(Deep breath)

“Right, what’s next?”

And sometime it helps to focus on exactly what you’re afraid of, and find a way to deal with the threat. Here are three classic versions of fear of success, and what to do about them.

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Harajuku Girls

9 Dec

I’m not sure if songs like this are made out of admiration or objectification. The first time I heard of Harajuku girls was from Gwen Stefani back in the day. She, along with other artists seemed to be inspired by Asian culture. I thought the girls were bold and I loved their funky style. On my recent trip to Japan I had the chance to explore the Harajuku district with my friend Kim Julie and Clarence. As expected, Harajuku had amazing clothes and was the best spot for people watching. I grabbed a few dresses for myself and my cousin, as well as some button flair for my friend Toni’s nurse scrubs.

Here are a few of my favorite photos from that day.

love-lezlie

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What Are You? – Identity Part 1

1 Dec
Ancestry Map

African 57%, European 42%, Asian 1%

 

Hey Lovers,

Over the past year I have really taken an active interest in studying genealogy and recording my family history. I’ve always been interested in this, even as a child. Now that companies like Ancestry.com and 23andMe.com offer DNA tests, I’ve been able to find out information I’ve always wanted to know. All of my life I was asked “What are you?”. Although I wasn’t born to one black parent and one white parent (both of my parents have African and European blood), my experience was that of a biracial child. I remember telling people many times what they wanted to know and they would debate with me about my ancestry as if I was wrong. For one, they had a hard time believing that I didn’t have a 3rd ancestry, like Asian. As far as I knew my ancestors were all African and European decent, though we suspected there could be some Native American.

I remember many incidents that revolved around ethnicity. They were often sad and confusing.

My bus driver in 1st grade was an older black woman. She would always stare at me in the rear view mirror. One day my mom walked me up to the bus and said goodbye. She looked at my mom, then looked at me. When we pulled up to the school she said, “Ok kids, today we are going to get off the bus a little differently. We are going to do it like we did when I was your age, by race”. I could feel my little heart tense up. She then went on to dismiss the white kids first, then the Asian kids, and then the Mexican kids. I waited. She finally called the black kids last and I got up. She smiled at me as if she were satisfied. I don’t remember her really staring at me much after that, except for the occasional smile.

I was so embarrassed the time I spent the night at Amanda Miller’s party in 5th grade. She was popular and blonde and came from a wealthy Mormon family. All of us girls sat in the living room talking when Amanda said, “Yeah my parents said I just wasn’t allowed to invite any black girls.” I hesitated because based on history I knew how this would play out. “Well, I’m black Amanda.” After several gasps, Amanda responded, “Well you know what I mean, you aren’t really black Lezlie.” She stopped hanging out with me though in the days to come.

There are more memories, like the time a white boy behind me on the bus as a freshman yelled out the window to a black boy, “NIGGEEEER”. I turned around and shot him the look of death. He looked confused and I had to tell him I was black. I reported him to the school and we had a mediation. During the mediation he said, “She isn’t even really black, why is she so upset?”

And there were the countless times I received hatred from black girls because of my appearance. That always broke my heart because I wanted nothing more than to be accepted as a black girl. Once I was walking down the hallway at school and a black girl tried to cut all of my hair off out of jealousy as she called me a “yellow bi***. I did nothing to this girl previously aside from try to be friendly.

There were times where I felt if one parent was one thing and one was the other it would have been a little easier, but since they were both a mix who identified as black I felt odd. Could I self-identify as mixed? God knows that was and continues to be my life experience. I had a feeling based on what I knew about my family history that I was close to being half and half anyway but a little more black than white. My recent DNA results proved my suspicions to be correct with basically a 60/40 split (African 57%, European 42%, Asian 1%).

Well, enough of that. Here are some of my findings on my actual genetic breakdown ;-).

H6 haplogroup

My maternal haplogroup is H6a1 and according to an Oxford Journal study on the haplohroup H, my particular branch is Caucasus/Ossetians. You will see later in my breakdown that I have 2% Caucasus DNA that still shows in my blood. I find that pretty amazing since the connection goes back so far. I wasn’t sure what Ossetians were but after a little research I discovered that they are are an Iranian ethnic group of the Caucasus Mountains. So not only was I able to discover the Caucasus root, but I know which specific people group within Caucasian I belong to. I’ve been able to connect several dots like this through months of analyzing my DNA through various programs. For instance, I ran my DNA through a program on GEDmatch.com and it showed that I had traces of “Indo-Iranian”. I thought that was strange (only because I had no previous knowledge of that ancestry). But this Ossetian discovery just confirms that finding is accurate.

Here is a lovely traditional Ossetian dance.

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Seoul Touched My Soul

26 Nov

 

Of all the places we visited in Asia I was most surprised by Seoul. I think because I had no expectations for it before we went. Clarence was the one who suggested we visited Seoul and when he mentioned it I reluctantly agreed. His hunch was right. Not only were we blessed by our dear friends who were preaching the same weekend in Seoul, but the city itself charmed us with its beauty and culture. The people of Seoul are so incredibly stylish, kind, and attractive. And they were so open to Jesus, it was beautiful. They are well known for K-pop so I made sure to pick up some K-pop gifts for my little cousin who is a senior in high school.

And the food, oh the food. Everything we are from Seoul from the $3 street food to the hole in the wall hot spots had amazing food. I had the best kimchi of my life in Seoul, I only wish I could have bottled it up and brought it back to LA with me. Clarence is happy that I couldn’t, lol.

I also noticed some really interesting beauty trends with the women of Seoul and wrote about them HERE.

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