Tuesday, June 22, 2010
The Seven Daughters of Eve
I am always doing something like this... planning on something that I want to write about, then doing an abrupt 180 and writing about something totally different. But, sometimes things jump out at me and are glaring me in the eye until I get it out of my system. Such happened this morning. I had promise to lend a co-worker a book, and as I was looking for it The Seven Daughters of Eve popped out at me. I have no back on my bookcase, and somehow it had slipped out of its place and fallen behind the other books. I know I had mentioned this book before, but today I'd like to tell you a little more about it. Actually, the title of this book was coined by the book's author, Bryan Sykes. The book, very readable, explains the connection between genetics and Mitochondrial DNA. In the book, which is almost written as if it were a novel, he observes that there are seven major clan mothers for European lineage. Now, let's face it...just about everyone of us here in the states and Canada stem from European lineage so this book is about you and I. The author also gives the names of the common ancestors for 29 other lineages in the world...including nine clan mothers in Japan alone.
Each individual's maternal history can be traced by their Mitochonrial DNA; both men and women possess it, but only the women are able to pass it on to their children. So it is that we all have inherited this DNA from our mothers, but not from our fathers. Your mother inherited it from her mother, who inherited it from hers, and so on all the way back into time. Therefore, by using this DNA, we can trace an unbroken maternal line back through time for generation upon generation farther back than any written record. The Seven Daughters of Eve is the story of our ancient female ancestors...the clan mothers. Everyone in the same clan is a direct maternal descendant of one of these clan members and carries her DNA within every cell of their body...so, every time you take a breath, you are using your clan mother's DNA.
So, ladies and gents, without further ado, allow me to introduce you to your maternal ancestors. To emphasize that they were real people, they all have been given names.
Ursula (Haplogroup U in Western Asia) was one of the first arrivals of the new, modern human, the oldest of the clan mothers. She lived some 45,000 years ago. Her clan shared the land with the Neanderthals for some 20,000 years and moved further into a very frigid Europe than any of their kind had done before. Eventually, with their new and sophisticated type of stone tools, they edged the Neanderthals into extinction. Currently, Ursula's clan makes up about 11 percent of the modern European population.
Xenia (Haplogroup X in Asia) and her clan came into being about 25,000 years ago. Of all the clans, hers is, by far the most mysterious. This was at the time when an earlier species of the genus Homo had gone and extinct. Xenia and her clan lived in one of the remote wooded valleys of the Caucasus Mountains on the eastern edge of the Black Sea. And, as the climate grew worse with the onset of the last Ice Age, three branches of Xenia's clan fanned out across Europe. 6% of today's Europeans can trance their DNA back through Xenia's clan.
Helena (Haplogroup H in Southwest Asia/Middle East) was formed by genetic mutations which began about 20,000 years ago. These new Europeans were pushed southwards and settle up against the Alps and the Pyrenees. Her family were hunters, and, not long after she was born, the summers began to grow warmer. The cave paintings that have been found at Dordogne in France may be the works of her clan. Hers was, by far, the most successful of all the clans; her children have reached every shore. 47% of modern Europeans are descended from them.
Velda's clan, (Haplogroup V in Western Eurasia) lived in Spain about 17,000 years ago, and over a span of three centuries, migrated to southern France, Italy, and into the Iberian Peninsula due to frequent conflicts between her clan and Ursula's clan. There, they maintained a permanent base camp and produced symbolic and naturalistic art. About 5% of Europeans are members of this clan.
Tara's clan (Haplogroup T in Mesopotamia) was launched about 17,000 years ago in Tuscany. At that time, Europe was still in the depths of the last Ice Age, and there were only parts of the continent where life was possible. There was little to eat, and they were less prosperous than the others...raising their families and holding the pangs of hunger at bay by fishing for small trout and crayfish. Eventually, Tara's children walked across the dry land that one day would become the English Channel and moved right across to Ireland, from which the Celtic kingdom of the clan took its name. 9% of Europeans are members of the clan of Tara.
Katrine's clan (Haplogroup K in northwestern Italy) was differentiated about 15,000 years ago. People were still in small bands at the time, but the world was warming and would soon make this hunting lifestyle less necessary. Instead, they began living on fish and crabs supplemented by small mammels and roots. It was Katrine's clan who first domesticated animals to live in herds and provide food and companionship. Then, as the glaciers began to retreat, her children ventured further to the north into the valleys. The most famous of Katrine's clan is the Ice Man, the hunter who had lost his way and died of hypothermia. 6% of native Europeans are from her clan who are still found in the Alps, 5,000 years after the Ice Man.
Jasmine's clan ( Haplogroup J in western Asia)was formed when the last Ice Age was coming to an end, and while the other six clan members had to endure many hardships to bring up their children, Jasmine's clan was enjoying the warmth of the savannah. Life was good. Little by little, the hunters abandoned their nomadic ways and settled into permanent quarters planting seeds, raising crops, and herding animals. Today, 17% of Europeans are in the clan of Jasmine. One group followed the Mediterranean coastline and found its way to Britain and is common in Cornwall, Wales, and the west of Scotland. the other is common in the central portion of northern Europe.
Note: The clan mothers were NOT the only people who were alive at this time, but they were the only ones who have been found to have direct maternal descendants living in the present day. There were other women around, of course, but they either had no children at all or only had sons who could not pass on the Mitrochondrial DNA. I am seriously considering having my DNA tested, but it all depends on the price.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Solstice Blessings
Good morning, good morning, good morning. Summer has arrived, and it has sure made its presence known. It is just so hot and humid here in the city...much too much for this time of the year. Mother Nature is hitting us with a vengeance. I don't even want to think what July and August might bring...but let me not get that far ahead of myself. Projecting isn't good for anyone.
So, how was everyone's Midsummer Eve. Such a special time of the year. Of course, I had to wait for all of my neighbors to go indoors before I was able to spend some quality time in my backyard, but I've always loved the night. Aside from an occasional subway speeding by, it was myself, the crickets, and whatever other creatures of the night were about. It was a quiet time, just a small ritual to welcome the coming of the new season. I felt good to be a part of something so old and central to the history of man. I may complain about the heat, but I never forget that sunlight is essential to all living things...and it is so important to remember what a joyful time of the year this was for our ancestors whose winters were so cold and dark.
And it is also important to remember that Solstice is not just about honoring the Earth and the Sun; this is also a traditional time for honoring the water which plays such a vital role in maintaining our lives when the sun is blazing overhead. It is a time for honoring Yemaya, the Great Mother Goddess of the Sea. Water is healing, cleansing, and protective...the lifeblood of our planet. It is the fluidity of the waters which help us learn about our feelings and our emotions; Water represents birth, life, fertility, and fluidity...as well as cleansing and renewal. Let us take some time today, on this day of the Solstice, to apologize to the waters for the harm we have done and to thank her for her many gifts...including the gift of life.
The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.
The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not tell, and yet it looked as if,
The shore was lucky in being backed by a cliff.
The cliff in being backed by a continent;
It looked as if a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
Someone had better be prepared for rage.
There would be more than ocean water broken
Before God's last Put out the light was spoken
--"Once By the Ocean" by Robert Frost--
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Memories of the Men in My Life
I'd like to start out on this hot and humid day wishing all you men out there a very "Happy and Joyous Father's Day". These days are always bittersweet to me. My dad and I never really had a good relationship; in fact, when I look back on it, we had NO relationship whatsoever. My only real 'fond' memory of him was at Christmas when I was a little girl. I was an only child, so he never got the boy he wanted. Each year on Christmas Day I would find trucks, and tanks, and soldiers...always some boy's toys under the tree for me...And, didn't really mind...tomboy that I was. I got as much joy building roads in my backyard as I did playing with my dolls and paperdolls.
My dad was an alcoholic; in fact, he came from a long-line of alcoholics. He worked every day of his life at Picatinny Arsenal, a powder plant...where danger was around him on a daily basis, but children don't understand this. All he wanted was to live his life in peace, to work, come home to his six-pack and go to his bed in front of the television. This wasn't his fault; he just never learned how to be a father...and how could he? His own father and mother gave he and his twin brother to my great grandmother to raise shortly after they were born. My great grandmother did her best, but she was a widow with several teenage children of her own to raise.
My dad is gone now, but he remains in my heart. I'm sad that I never got to say good bye, to tell him that I forgave him...but I know that he knows. This picture is all that I have left of me as a little girl and my dad. He is the one in the dark suit with the mustache. The other is his twin brother. The house I am not sure of, but I think it must be my great grandmother's house. I was never really allowed to get to know that side of my family, but I do remember visiting two little old ladies...one with a magical Irish lilt, the other with an English accent...my grandmother and great grandmother.
My mom's dad was very special to me. Every weekend I was dropped of at my grandparent's home on Friday evening and picked up on Sunday afternoons. Saturday was a special day for me. Grandpa always went to town...and I got to tag along with him. He always gave me a dollar to go to the store and buy myself some cutouts. So, while he did his business in town, I hung out in the little odds and ends store. To this day, I can close my eyes and hear the creaky wood floors that were so uneven you could feel yourself going up and down as you walked... the scent of the store....I can still visualize myself walking through...all the way to the back where the cutouts were kept. Grandpa always had to come to get me. A dollar was a lot in the 1950's and these were some big decisions for a little girl to make. Always needed someone to hurry me along, or I could stand there all day.
One memory I have is of my grandparents basement. Whenever it rained or was too bad to play outdoors, I'd play in the basement. It was perfect. I loved my cowboys as a kid, and in a child's imagination, the basement was the town saloon. The furniture...a huge, heavy wooden table and a long dresser fit right into my imaginary tale where I was the beautiful saloon girl who everyone came to see. Well, one day I didn't feel much like playing; instead, I figured I would do something nice for granddad...I would paint his work area. I found the brushes and...what I thought was paint...and busily painted everything brown. Afterwards, I proudly brought granddad down to show him...and was more than slightly surprised by his angry outburst. The brushes had been, in fact, soaking in turpentine, and I had painted everything with turpentine. The entire house could have gone up. Of course, granddad did forgive me before the day was out, but he sure did have a lot of work to take care of.
My husband is such a wonderful man. I am blessed to have someone who really cares for me, someone who is good to my boys...someone who patiently took the time to teach them the skills they would need as they moved out into the world...carpentry, painting, hanging pictures, etc. Someone who always spurs me on to do better, someone who is behind me in every decision I make. He has never put me down, never insulted me...always has shown me respect. Someone who loves me as much as I love him.
So, the the men in my life...my dad, my granddad, my husband...may you all know that you are in my heart. I love each and every one of you.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
A Little Bit of Everything
And a good, good morning to everyone. Yesterday was just awful. Imagine attending community meeting from 10:30 to 11, running a group from 11:15 to 12:15, signing everyone out, dump garbage, bathroom run, and then out the door to the most boring training ever. And the trip...first a bus, then subway...then a 7 block walk to get to where the training was. When I came home last night, I was so drained that I ate and went to bed by 7:30 last night...and I slept until 9 this morning. I was totally burned out. Getting too old for that kind of stuff.
The title of today's post was actually the name of my first ever blog...A Little Bit of Everything...and that is exactly what it was. On a daily basis I posted recipes, flowers, quotes, special days, and all kinds of little tidbits. I had to let it go, though. The darned thing was taking me about 6 hours of research on a daily basis.
Hey, anyone watch Royal Pains on Thursday night? Well, for those that don't it's kind of a silly little show about a concierge doctor who works out on the Hamptons on Long Island. Basically, he is a doctor who works on call for the rich; he also does some charity work with the poor. Silly as the show may be, it may actually have saved my life. See, I had a terrible overbite since I was a child that had gone uncorrected by my parents...Well, I can't blame them; when I was growing up, dentists didn't have any of the miracles that they possess today...so, I guess I was just born too early. So, because of this and a car accident many years ago, I ended up losing my bottom teeth, and since I have little in the way of a jawline, I have to use things like Fixodent to keep my dentures in place..and have been using it now for almost 5 years.
Last Thursday, I was watching the show, and the doctor was treating someone whose legs were giving out on him. I am not gonna go through the whole episode, but as it turned out, this was all a result of his denture cream. It seems that the cream contains zinc, and excessive use of this denture cream causes a sort of zinc poisoning. Well, I immediately ran to get my tube and lo and behold, there it was....contains zinc. Who knew? Of course, now I have to go do some investigating at Web MD...and you can imagine my shock when I read all about ME.
Skin reactions: At 63, I was wondering why I developed acne...or what I thought was acne...red bumps that can appear in a matter of minutes all over my chest and neck. I thought it was the toxins leaving my body after stopping smoking.
Shortness of breath: Oddly, when I first stopped smoking, I felt wonderful...could race up the subway without stopping; then, a few months down the road started becoming short of breath...even though doctor had said my lungs were fairly clear.
Cough: Not like it was when I was smoking, but nonetheless, still there...and only started about a month or two ago. I quit smoking a year ago.
Body pain: It's been dreadful and getting worse. I can barely walk anymore.My knees, my ankles...so painful.
Nausea: Unexplainable. Was wondering why now...after all these years, I was feeling queasy quite a bit of the time.
Swollen ankles, neuropathy
I plan to have my doctor run some bloodwork on me just to be sure, but it was a real eye opener. If any of you out there have been using things such as Poligrip or Fixodent for any length of time, stop using them. NOW!!! I ran out to the store this morning and bought some of the new poligrip which they are now making zinc free.
Gosh, who knew that I was going to discuss denture cream when I began this post...certainly not me. i had other things on my mind, but they can wait. I feel it's important that we educate ourselves on these things. I had no idea that about zinc poisoning and that there are now many lawsuits out against these companies...We are not told this, and there were no warnings on the product. It may just be old age creeping up on me that is causing these symptoms, but, hey, it doesn't hurt to look into these things so you stop putting these poisons into your body. But, in the long run, isn't it ironic that the silliest of television shows open us up to an awareness that the big drug companies do not.
And, by the way, silly as it is, I do love that show. LOL!!! Here's hoping you all have a wonderful, healthy weekend.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Friday Ramble
Good morning, everyone. It's Friday again...another work week ends. This should be a restful weekend for me...not a cooking week so I can sleep late and just take it easy. It's going to be hot and humid so I might just stay indoors from the time I go home tonight until I come back to work on Monday. I know, that's awful, isn't it? It's summer. I should be out there enjoying it...Well, who actually knows how I will be feeling by Sunday. Perhaps a trip out to Coney will be good.
"God, grant me:
Serenity--to accept the things I cannot change
Courage--to change the things I can, and
Wisdom--to know the difference."
One of my favorite little prayers...one I find myself saying very often...and today is one of the those days. You see, even I, at 63, still have lessons to learn in life...and one of those lessons is that you just 'can't get over'. You many think that you have, but it always catches up to you in the end. Well, one of my little 'get overs' have caught up with me today. As most of you know, I've got to do these little trainings every year...same trainings...same instructor...same jokes, stories, and role plays.
You would think I would learn. Last week I had to take a make up training that I talked my way out of. How good it felt when I first got out of it...I giggled and patted myself on the back. For the one today, I had called in sick...I and four of my co-workers. There are only seven of us so that gives you some idea of how much we 'love' these trainings. Well, not only do I have to make up the training today, but it's an hour subway ride away...Here I am in Lower Manhattan, and I have to go all the way up to Harlem. Yikes!!! Talk about payback. It will take me over an hour to get home today...and on a Friday, no less
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"When we are not longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves."--Victor Frankl--from "Man's Search For Meaning"
It always amazes me how we try to get out of doing something...knowing that it is something that we absolutely HAVE to do. Why can't we just do it and get it over with? I'm guilty of this in certain matters such as these trainings, but we all have these little things that we try like heck to avoid...even though we know we will have to face them some time in the future. There is just something about that 'rush' we get when we think we have 'gotten over' on something. At that point, all we are thinking is that we have won something when, in fact, we haven't really come out ahead...not in any way; in fact, all we have done is to postpone something something that eventually we WILL have to do...and, the task may get harder as time goes on.
So, my friends, what is it that you try to avoid?
Thursday, June 17, 2010
The Solstice
Good morning, everyone. What a gorgeous day it is!!! We had some rainful last night...woke me out of a sound sleep. I love lying in bed listening to the rain...and was actually quite disappointed when it stopped.
Gosh, can you believe how fast the Solstice is coming upon us? It will be here next week. June is already halfway over. It's moving so fast that I can't even keep track of the dates. Yesterday I found myself dating everything the 11th...Now where that came from I don't know.
You're probably going to think I am a little nuts, but once the solstice passes, I find myself eagerly looking forward to the fall. I love everything about Spring and all that leads up to summer, but it all takes a downhill turn from there. Perhaps it is because I live in the city...and my feet don't know what it is to step on the softness of freshly mowed grass...and then there is the odors. It gets really bad here in the hot and humid weather of July and August...garbage, exhaust fumes, smokers....Well, maybe I am being a bit morose, but it can get pretty miserable here in the concrete jungle at times. Perhaps if I still had my magical garden to lose myself in at night...but that is only a fond memory right now.
Solstice. The word derives from the Latin Sol + systere meaning "Sun" + "standing still". The Sun appears to stand still. The places on the ecliptic where the Sun appears to stand still mark the solstices. The Summer Solstice is the time when the Sun appears to halt over the Tropic of Cancer on its journey north, then, after some three days, it turns in its tracks and begins its journey southwards...towards the equator. These are the tropics; the northernmost point marks the Summer Solstice and the southernmost point marks the Winter Solstice...when viewed from the northern hemisphere. It is just the opposite when viewed from the southern hemisphere.
People all over the world, in every culture, have assigned a great deal of meaning to this journey of the Sun. This, the shortest night of the year, has been a time of social festivities in all cultures, a magical time of the year where, even today, hilltop bonfires are lit to revive the power of the sun. Magical powers are heightened and the little people are about. It's a great time to gather herbs...especially the solar flowers such as St. John's wort, mugwort, and mistletoe.
In astrological terms, the Summer Solstice marks the enter of the Sun into Cancer which is ruled by the Moon. Cancer is a Cardinal, Water Sign. Midsummer celebrates the elemental powers of fire (Sun) and water (Moon, Cancer); thus, the lighting of fires and bathing in dew on the morning of Midsummer's Day.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Some Toltec Wisdom
Good morning, everyone. It's a dreary day here in the city. Humid, but not hot so it's not really that bad. Today, I really wanted to call in sick, but here I am. I guess I should learn to go with my feelings because somehow, from home to here I lost my $20 metrocard. The problem is that if I went with my feelings, I would NEVER come to work. Now, I don't want anyone to get me wrong...I love my clients. The greatest reward in this line of work is a success story...which, sadly, are rare. Addictions are hard to break, and when you spend your life living a certain way, it is so, so hard to change...
"Reality is what we take to be true.
What we take to be true is what we believe.
What we believe is based upon our perceptions.
What we perceive depends on what we look for.
What we look for depends upon what we think.
What we think depends upon what we perceive.
What we perceive determines what we believe.
What we believe determines what we take to be true.
What we take to be true is our reality."
--Gary Zukav--
The image we have of ourselves is alive and lives in our minds. We are what we perceive ourselves to be. Our reality is based on our perception of it. For those of us who were raised in dysfunctional families, it is hard to change. We have come to believe what we have been taught:
"I am not good enough."
"I can't do something like that."
"I am not smart; I will never amount to anything."
"I will always be a failure."
"I am fat; I am ugly"...the list goes on and on with all these negative beliefs we have about ourselves. The Toltecs call it a parasite that lives within us...something that eats away at us...gnawing, gnawing...until we are but a shell of the person we were born to be. They believe that this life is a dream, and that the dream we are having (our reality) is created out of our beliefs and thoughts. The Toltec sees his life as a work of art...and she/he is the artist.
In the counseling field, I have learned that supporting other people who believe they are victims will never help them be free of that mentality...and consequent suffering. It is only be rejecting our victim mentality as a means of relating to the world that we can know ourselves as the powerful individuals that we really are. Our life is a work of art, and we are the artist. Begin now by examining the beliefs you operate under. Notice if any make you feel restricted or depressed. Question those beliefs...reject them if they are causing you pain. Only by rejecting our victim mentality as a means of relating to the world that we can know ourselves to be the powerful individuals we really are.
And, let me apologize if this seems to be rambling; if you believe so, then it is. I've run a group, seen clients, and keep coming back to this so forgive me if I have repeated myself in any way.
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