Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Dear Blog,

           How have things been lately? Sadly, it's been a while since I've written. I've been in the depressing comatose state that comes with too much school. Maybe I was spoiled by my homeschool days and the fact that my mother actually cared to research the facts before she taught them to me. Then, there was the fact that she is actually passionate about her subjects and instilled that in her students. Your typical teacher doesn't care, doesn't want to care, and just wants to get a paycheck. Anyway, I had to tell you all that to tell you that I've had a rather hard time with school lately. It's not that it's too hard --all modesty aside, I like to think I'm a fairly smart woman-- it's that....to put it simply and avoid wasting any more page space... our learning system is one big, sad, epic failure. I'm sure, my dearest blog, that if you have ever gone to school, you would understand exactly what I am saying. Now that is all over, at least for the time being, and I haven't felt this free since....well since I started college.
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Aroma of the Earth
           Now, on to more pleasanter things. I promised a more naturalistic living blog that I've given my few but very, very dear readers. I have exciting news for you, and very exciting news for myself. It is something I've been planning for a while, but haven't wanted to get started until school was over......ahem....(drum roll please) I am starting a small business and I will be manufacturing beauty products --all of which will be completely natural with no horrible chemicals. Essentia still has a few hurdles to jump and I have so many ideas sometimes I just have to take a deep breath and remind myself that I can't get bogged down by starting too big. A top secret preview of products that you and I will hopefully see:

Solstice -- An all natural sunscreen that can last for days after application --although sunscreen isn't the right word for this product. Your skin cells absorb Solstice, allowing your body to defend against the harmful properties of the sun, while enjoying the benefits. Why hide from the sun when you can enjoy it?

Scarborough Fair -- What if you could contain medieval tales of beauty, love, and folklore into a bottle and call it an aroma? Well then, you'd have Scarborough Fair.

         Hopefully that caught your interest ;) Not sure how long it will take to get completely off the ground... there is still a lot of technical stuff to do...I'm fervently hoping that within a month I will at least have a product or two available. Expect a new blog very soon and I promise the my next missive will not be so long in coming.

                    Much love to my lovelies,
                    Your devoted writer.  

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Investing and all that loverly stuff...



“Hello. This is your blog speaking. We haven’t talked in a while.” If my blog could speak, I’m sure that is what it would be saying. I DO have a valid excuse… well, sorta. #1, I have been really busy and when I’m not busy I have so much stuff to do that I’m behind in that I’m still busy. #2: Have you ever heard that song that goes “My life is kinda boring…” Well, my life is. Maybe not boring… but uneventful. I could write to you, but I don’t want to bore my somewhat small audience to death. So I have two things to tell you. First, I bought a farmer’s almanac the other day because I liked reading the canning recipes and the different interesting facts and I thought…”A lot of this stuff I know. So why not write about that?” So, from now on you will be seeing a lot of sustainable living sort of posts…. But not today. That brings me to #2. Something else I kinda fussed at myself about the other day. I was at work feeling guilty because I’d let my blog slip as of late (It was a reeaaally slow day at work and I had folded about 5,000,000,000 pairs of jeans and reset the planogram for half of those). If course, I was using excuse #2 from above, and after a few minutes I heard that inner-voice yelling at me (Does anyone else have a nicer and more quiet inner voice? I’m looking to trade mine in. She likes to talk a bit too much and she gets pretty irritating). Lessa-girl, you idiot. You are a business major and you have this investing thing that you’ve been doing and you don ‘t have anything to talk about? What a loser. And of course it went on and on….blah-de-blah-de-blah… till I told her that I would do my best to write about it so that she would shut up. And she did…about that particular issue –it’s really easy for her to find other issues to nag about. Anyway, moving on. Here I am writing to you about my financial investment. This might turn into a long one…but hang in there.

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Stocks are falling everywhere, treasury notes aren’t a very smart thing to invest in because, let’s face it, our treasury doesn’t have anything to treasure. Investing in CD’s and MMK’s actually costs you money because the interest rates fall below 1% and don’t even cover inflation. Dear old Uncle Sam keeps saying that things are looking up and they’ve said it so much that even the nay-sayers have began to believe him (I see a parallel here between Uncle and my little voice. Both of them like to nag. But can you imagine him as your voice? You’d never get anything done right.). The only thing that is looking up is inflation –The song that comes to mind here is Katy Perry’s “Fireworks.” The truth in simple terms? Things are not good. Things are not going to get gooder. Things are going to commit suicide off the empire state building –and it’s a long fall before things splatter on the pavement below. Of course, the only real and true way to prepare is to have faith in God that everything by His hand is good. And everything is by His hand, so this must be for our benefit in the long run. I don’t mean to sound like one of those loony hippy tree hugging global warmer end-of-days asteroid obliterating the earth type of people –cause I’m not, but we do need to be smart and take advantage of the temporary lull in our decent. We’ve pulled our parachute on the way down, yet if you look closely there are a few little pin-pricks in the fabric and they are going to get bigger. There are two ways (I’m a big fan of two, if you haven’t noticed) to help prepare us. #1: Self-sufficiency (see future blogs) and #2 investing your assets for future use.
Before I go any farther, let me say this: In ANY investing situation there are ways to lose out.                                                      If you are interested in taking ANY steps towards following my advice, please, please, please, please, do your own research. Even though I’m going to college for business, I am still not business savvy (What does anyone teach you about anything in college anyway?) I’m just common sense savvy. So…what is out there that you can invest in and make money at? I can answer you in one word: Currency! More specifically, the Iraqi currency. Currently, one U.S. dollar is worth 0.000855431993157 of an Iraqi dinar. Why is the dinar worth so little? It cannot be traded in the world market and, therefore, is pretty much useless. Note that this is the NEW Iraqi Dinars that were printed after Sadam was hung –they didn’t want to keep the old bills because his face was printed all over them. The new bills are some of the most secure ever printed and almost impossible to counterfeit –yet the world banking system has not waved their magic wand to make it useable in the world market. There are several reasons for this that I won’t go into for the sake of time. If you interested in more information however, I will be happy to supply, just let me know. As of right now, it looks like the magic wand will be waved and pretty soon too as Iraq is doing pretty good at the moment (a lot better than most media stations depict). Again there are several reasons why –but for the sake of length, I’m sticking to the very basics of basics. I might wind up writing another blog in the near future if enough readers are interested. This magic wand is called “re-evaluation” and, unless I’m just sadly missing a big puzzle piece somewhere, it will happen. The re-evaluation concerns all the big government people getting together and saying that one dinar will be worth so much money in comparison with other currencies (i.e. One of the popular speculations is that it will RV at 3.5 USD [RV = revalue and IQD = Iraqi Dinar] to 1 IQD). Even if it revalues at 1 CENT, you’ve made yourself a nice sum of money. Let me use myself as an example. I have 2.25 million Dinars. If the IQD RV’s at…say 2. That means 2.25 million IQD x 2 = 4.5 million USD. And here’s the thing: It’s going to basically act like stock, so it might RV at 2 but the whole demand-law will kick in and the value will temporarily rise beyond that amount. Sounds to good to be true, doesn’t it? Do some research and look at the fact in an objective manner. I have and, in my opinion, it’s not.
There is a down-side though. This is where the “fireworks” –aka: inflation—happens. I believe that the rising of the IQD will eventually be the downfall of the USD. I’d give it a year to be generous, but our dollar WILL fall.
So, here is my personal advice: Invest in the IQD (You can’t really lose out. If you don’t want it or need the cash back, just resell it.) and when/if the RV happens and you convert your IQD to USD, go one step farther and convert some of (or a lot of) your USD into hard assets such as precious metals and land.  Even if you don’t want to invest in the IQD, I suggest investing any saving into hard assets. I’m not trying to scare you or anything, but I have a feeling those who don’t will regret it in the future.  Basically, I’m saying use your money to make yourself and your family self sufficient.  On that note, I’ll leave you to your thoughts.
Questions, comments, concerns? Don’t be afraid to ask. I can at least refer you to someone who can answer them. The two IQD dealers that are the safest and most recommended are: DinarTrade and DinarBanking. They both have tons of info on their web pages and DinarBanking has some pretty good videos.

As always, my lovelies, thank you for your time in reading.
Leslie.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Oh, My God

I felt the need to write a blog post today and I was wondering what I should write about. That was before I came across a song that I think everyone needs to hear. It's six minutes and two seconds long, but I promise you it is worth your time. Just take a moment alone and don't try to take the time to do anything but listen to the song and watch the lyrics:
Click Here: Oh my God


Sunday, January 23, 2011

The Science of Faith and Hope.


And hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us.


I’m a dreamer and I like nothing more than to dream –to hope—about what the future holds. But a few weeks ago, a lot of small events kept compiling one, after the other, and I began to think that perhaps it wasn’t such a good idea to have such faith in the future. I had no thoughts of being depressed and losing hope of happiness, yet I just wondered if maybe it was time to grow up. Time to leave behind childish dreams. It was about this time when I came across this wonderful story –rather on accident—that changed the way I perceived hope and faith. So, instead of me trying to spend time explaining the phenomena, I’ll just send you a link and you can see exactly what I saw. I suggest watching it before reading any farther:


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You affect reality it says. Wow. This is the way how I see it works…and similar how it was first explained to me: If my research is correct, the human body has a near incalculable number of electrons in the brain alone. The electrons are what stores our data…rather like our floppy disk or CD. By thinking, we fire up ever-so-many of those electrons (I’m far from being science smart, so I can’t tell you how many and the exact process) and, like setting up a bunch of dominos and the pushing the first one, the electron interacts with another and that one with another and so on. Somewhere, it reaches the end of the chain reaction, and somewhere, it affects something. Rather like telekinesis/telepathies/telaesthesia all in one. Pretty exciting, huh!?  The problem is, the human brain doesn’t have the capacity, mind-power, force, --however you wish to say it—to set up the correct pattern of dominos, therefore we lack the ability to use it properly. Note that I say properly, because I believe that we do use it. To me, this is so big that it is very exciting. I know I’m not the first to put all this together, but it’s like a have the very faint gleam of understanding and it’s awesome. 

You’re might be asking, what does this have to do with faith and hope? My answer is: EVERYTHING!! Not only are faith and hope thoughts, but they are some of the most passionate feelings a human being can posses. So, put all that together and what do you get? A lot of cool thoughts is what. I’m not saying that if I sit here and think and hope and have faith that I want all the weeds in my garden gone that they are just going to disappear. I don’t think it works like that. But, if we have faith and hope in something, somewhere along the line the chain of events in the electrons is going to hit that very last domino and the end result will be something beautiful. It may not be something that you personally credit from, but someone or something somewhere will. I could go on for a while, but I actually have literally hours  of college homework to do before I can sleep tonight and I think by this time you probably get the idea. There are so many things (pardon me for using the extremely eclectic term) that this effects, I could indeed continue for quite some time. Instead of droning on and on though, I’ll just leave you with one thought:

Learn from the past, live for the present, and hope for the future. Oh, and go back to the beginning and read the Bible quote again. Does it have any more meaning to you now?

Thursday, January 20, 2011

For a voice like thunder!

So...my latest little work of art here. It didn't turn out like I had anticipated and I'm not sure if I'm happy with it, but that's how it goes with almost everything I write. I had planned on writing a longer blog yesterday (there are two things I really want to share) and didn't get to it...I don't have time now for one either, sadly, but if you're reading this, more will be coming soon, I promise! Also, if you are reading this, also know that this is a copyrighted poem and is illegal to use without my permission.


For a voice like thunder

Oh for a voice like thunder!
To carry over the hills
To put all other sounds asunder
To awe, to frighten, to thrill
A voice to send the earth trembling
And make the very heavens cower
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Oh for a strength like the wind!
To reach out to the mightiest foes
To know the right moment to bend
To cause ancient trees to bow and every cheek to glow
A force to humble the mighty and proud
And make the very mountains shudder

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Oh for a passion like fire!
To burn in the darkest of nights
To blaze though all the world conspires
To put to death every fragment of light
A flame to melt the coldest hearts
And make the very shadows dance

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If I had a voice like thunder, I should make my thoughts be heard
And with a strength like the wind and passion such as fire
From my path I could never be deterred



Monday, January 10, 2011

Winter Song

     "They say that things just cannot grow beneath the Winter snow...Or, so I have been told." Sara Bareilles sings a beautiful song that I couldn't help but hum as my shoes crunched through some three inches or better of solid ice that carpeted the ground. The world is so beautiful this morning with priceless frozen jewels adorning each branch. I would have given almost anything to have a camera to capture some of what I saw this morning. The winter-wonderland had many thoughts going through my mind this morning. It all started when I decided that my hair was over-due for a washing and I needed a shower. I gathered the necessary ingredients and went through my usual ritual: two clean towels, turning on the radio station to either 93.7 or 97.7, and turning on the shower head to "steam" and the water as hot as it will go. I almost made it into the shower. As I stood there with one foot poised in mid-air in nothing but my birthday suit (TMI, I know), everything goes completely black. So now I faced the task of trying to turn off the water faucet and find at least one of the towels that I had thrown haphazardly into the bathroom whilst trying not to trip over my PJ's and the dirty clothes I had left there last night. Not an easy task when your name is Leslie Peterson and you can trip when your standing still. Yet, somehow, I managed to make it out without adding any more injuries to my already growing pile (I have accumulated enough in the past few days to write a whole blog post about --including putting a security tag all the way through the corner of one finger).

     So...yes. What does this interesting story have to do with anything? I'm coming to the point, I promise.  It only takes a little bit of cold weather, a little bit of ice, and a little bit of power outage and most people lose the ability to function. You wouldn't believe how busy the past two days have been at my place of work due to the weather. It was like Black Friday without the sales. It is really and truly embarrassing and scary how 99% of people posses not a single ounce of self-sufficiency. Without electricity, they have nothing at all to survive. No food. No heat. No water. No social contact. Nothing that the human body and mind requires to live a healthy existence. I fervently thank God that, while I am somewhat reliant on modern technology, I have the means and the ability to survive without it. I have the future plans to live solely off of what my own land can give me (except internet, of course ;-) That, alas, is something mother nature cannot provide). But no more on that now. That is worth a whole blog post and this one is already long enough.

   Winter, I think, is my favorite season. A lot of people are reminded of a cold and dead world, but I am reminded of a new beginning. A white world of purity, renewing the world. And very little truly dies beneath the winter snow; there is still life there, waiting, holding it's breath, hoping and knowing that the Sun will return to provide warmth and kiss the leaves like the Prince kisses Sleeping Beauty. It's mushy stuff and a bit corny, I know, but it's the way it makes me feel. I believe it's sort of symbolistic in a way.

Take the helleborus, also known as the Christmas Rose. It blooms even in the winter months when the snow seems to hold it captive. There is a lovely story that goes along with it...

(http://www.artexpertswebsite.com/pages/artists/harmalov.php)
There was a very young girl, named Madelon, who heard the story of the Christ-Child and wanted to worship him. She was so eager to meet The Child that she arrived with no gifts to bring Him. She could have scarcely afforded anything anyway, as her family very poor indeed.
(http://www.thefullwiki.org/Biblical_Magi)
       When she arrived and saw the splendor of the gifts that surrounded the baby Jesus, she grew ashamed that she had nothing to give. How could she approach the Son of God with nothing to give? She had nothing to give. Even the clothes on her back were tattered rags
(http://www.stylisheve.com/the-curse-of-the-crying-boy)
The only thing she could give was a flower, surely she could just find a flower. But the Winter was cold and harsh and she wandered in the snow with not a single beautiful petal to reward her efforts. Half-frozen through, never had a child's heart been so disappointed. She was so close to Jesus, yet she had nothing to give. She collapsed into the snow, unable to continue with tears of despair falling on her cold cheeks.
(http://morgenthruston.blogspot.com/2009/07/painting-angels.html)

An Angel passing overhead, heard the child's despair, and the Angel blessed the ground whereupon the girls tears fell. Born up from the frozen grown and bitter tears a beautiful bush grew and bloomed in white flowers. "Nor myrrh, nor frankincense, nor gold" the angel told her "is a better offering for the Christ Child and none is more pure than these Christmas roses because they have grown from the love in your own heart."
A beautiful story indeed. According to one webpage (click here to see), the story has a foundation in a 15th century poem:

A Rose has sprung from a tender root,
From Jesus, as those of old have sung,
And it bore a flower,
In the middle of a cold winter,

When half spent was the night.
Isaiah foretold it, the Rose I have in mind;
Is Mary the pure, the little flower has brought us.
From God's eternal wisdom, she bore a child,
And remained pure.

The Flower, so small, whose sweet fragrance fills the air,
Dispels with glorious splendor the darkness everywhere;
True man and truer God, helps us out of all sorrows,
Saves from sin and death.

Oh Jesus, until we leave this misery,
Let your help guide us into joy,
In Your Father's Kingdom, where we eternally praise You.
Oh God, allow us this.
 

  

Sorry about the length. I should be very flattered if someone takes the time out of their day to read all of this. To tie all of everything together... I think that we should all be "Harvester's of Light" like in Sara's song and always have a hope for life, like the Christmas Rose. God is in his heaven, and all will always be well as long as we have faith, hope, and love.

Friday, January 7, 2011

My First


Sooo…  Blogging. It isn’t something I’ve done before, even though I’ve seriously considered it on several occasions. I could never bring myself to do it because #1: It takes up time, and I have very little of that lying around to use and #2: I’m not sure if anyone will actually read what I so diligently would work to tell them. Yet here I am and, hopefully, here I will stay.
What does one talk about in blogs anyway? I suppose it is just like any  sort of writing… the ramblings of a writer trying to piece together those dusty corners of his/her (in my case, her) mind with the sharp edges of reality. If you try to force those pieces together…they’ll break, so you have to tread carefully. When I write it is like putting on a temporary coat against the wuthering heights in my being, yet (in the words of Anna Nalick, I believe) it is also like standing naked in front of a crowd –although, unlike her song, these words are not my diary they areme. Writing is full of contradictions. I’m full of contradictions. We go together like dirt and weeds.
Sooo… here we go. Welcome to me. And I hope you find me, at the very least, entertaining.