My name is Robin and I am a fruitaholic

Yesterday was a bad day, no doubt about it. It felt like I had a thousand pound weight on my chest and I had a hard time breathing. But eventually it got better, but only after a long walk in Central Park, talking to some people and meditation. I am also reading "When Things Fall Apart" by Pema Chodron for the hundredth time and I would put some of Chapter 2 in here if I wasn't so lazy right now. Anyway, today I feel better and I just have to share, that if there was anything that kept my mother as healthy as she was for 89 years it was fruit. The woman lived on it. She always stayed fairly thin and nothing appealed to her more than summer fruit, or a good apple, or basically any kind of fruit. She always exercised (gardening mostly), and kept her mind sharp with puzzles, and volunteered at the hospital to have a feeling of community and giving back. Okay, true, she was a difficult woman who drove me nuts, and pretty much everyone who knew her, but we did admire some of her qualities.

I do love cherries and nectarines and peaches and figs and apricots and honeydew and cantaloupe and apples and all things fruit. And avocado, which I believe is considered a fruit.

Did I mention that the retreat was great? I was told by Paul Tenaglia, the founder of Unity NY that I was going through the dark night of my soul, and Barbara, a wonderful former nun and counselor, told me that my life was like a forest that had completely burned down and would eventually grow back. We studied the metaphysics of "The Wizard of Oz" and honestly, who knew? Talking about the idea of home was painful for me, but it was also very interesting and there were so many good people and so much talent...I think I may have written about this? Oui? No? I can't remember.

Anyway, to Mia, regarding the Mexican salad - definitely yes to that. Asap. Even though it's not fruit, I also love it.