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Tuesday, September 4th, 2012/10:48am EST~Central Florida, USA

Thomas’ Tile Work

Today is my youngest son’s twenty-fifth birthday! :)   According to our family members, Thomas looks a lot like his Mom (me).  He is a lot like me in other ways too–he’s tapped-in to his inherited, Celtic artistic and a poetic gifts.

Here are two poems that Thomas wrote spontaneously one morning 10 years ago, when he and I lived at the Cottage-of-Rest in Ramona, California where we found our inner poets.

Word-for-word as he wrote them…the hearts are his too :)

I wrote this in the shower.

The worlds gone and got itself in a rush…

They need a leader to tell them to hush…

I now know that you see the ways…

of the paths taken in bygone days…

Honor and Respect are the key…

They’ll get things right and set the spirit free…

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you…

That is the truth I am telling you….

The world may be awful, gloomy and blue…

But it brightens things up…

Just thinking of you

♥ Tom

Thomas Campbell

Why do things have to be this way

Just roll in the sun and chew on some hay…

My M♥M knows the lies they’re feeding us…

Where people crave money, items and lust

TV’s corruption, school is a crime

If only I could set back the time

To when people loved, lived and died

And when they tried, oh how they tried

To follow his ways…

Yes those were the days

But don’t get low and down just yet

Relax, just breathe, don’t you fret

For look at God’s gifts to us

The ocean, the sky and even the dust

Oh yes God is great when it comes to nature…

So crisp, so clean and most of all pure…

So when you feel sad and not so great

Please do no yell and add to the hate…

But go outside to where you belong

And behold in the harmony

of all of life’s Song!

Thomas Gabriel Campbell written at age 15

How To Bake Challah: A Photographic Tutorial by Shoshana

Twenty-three years ago when my youngest son was a toddler, I starting baking Challah on Fridays for our home Shabbat (Sabbath) service and meal. Even though at that time I had not yet officially converted to Judaism, I possessed what my Rabbi called: “A Jewish Soul”.

Learning to create consistently fine loaves of bread took finding and experimenting with recipes, and lots of practice kneading the dough into the just-right consistency.  Baking yeast breads can be tricky, particularly if you’re not careful about the water temperature when dissolving the yeast.  Also, if you over-knead the dough, adding too much flour, your bread will not have that cake-like texture that a perfect loaf of Challah should have.  By the way, it’s the egg in each loaf that gives the bread is softness.

Ball of dough for two loaves after twenty minutes kneading

Here is a series of photos I took on Friday, July 27th, 2012 which show how to proceed in forming your loaves of Challah after it’s risen and doubled in bulk.  The recipe below should be doubled if you want two loaves; just be careful not to add too much flour!  The amount of flour in each loaf can vary between 4 to 5 cups and the trick is to leave the dough a slight-bit tacky to your touch at completion of kneading….I learned this hard way until a friend of mine who was an experienced bread baker told me the secret.

Smooth and not over-kneaded

RECIPE FOR ONE LOAF

(double for Sephardi traditional two-loaf requirement)

4 -5 cups- Organic, unbleached flour

1.25 cups- Spring water, (90° to 115°F, should feel warm and comfortable).

.25 cup- Olive oil or melted, organic butter

.25 cup- Organic sugar, molasses or raw honey

1 teaspoon- Celtic Sea Salt or Himalayan Salt

1 package- Rapid Rise or Regular Yeast

2 eggs- Organic, hormone-free, cage-free eggs (one egg for inside of loaf, one egg yoke to glaze bread with)

1 teaspoon- Sunflower or poppy seeds

CHALLAH MAKING TUTORIAL

  1. Pour yeast from packet into a large mixing bowl then add the warm water.  Stir with wooden spoon until dissolved. The mixture will look cloudy.
  2. In a separate bowl, mix together egg, oil, salt and sugar. Add to yeasty water and stir.
  3. Add the flour one cup at a time, stirring thoroughly after each cup.  The dough will get increasingly sticky at first but keep slowly adding the flour and eventually it will ball-up and pull away from the sides of the bowl.  At that point you want to gather up the mass and plop it onto a well-floured, wooden cutting board.
  4. Rub your hands in the flour and slowly sprinkle more and more flour onto the dough ball as you knead it deeply.  At first it should be quite wet and need handfuls of flour until it begins to feel smooth and does not stick to your hands.  But again, you don’t want to add too much flour at this point, so take your time.  The finished dough ball should feel slightly tacky and be shiny and smooth. This step in the Challah making process is laborious and it’s a good work out for the arms and shoulders.  Plus, if you’re like me, you can pray for your family and/or the people you are baking your Challah for, as you work the dough for 10 to 20 minutes. I like to listen to music while making my bread; thinking about God, Family and the New Jerusalem to come.
  5. When your dough is finished being kneaded to perfection, set it inside a clean, lightly-oiled bowl; cover with a kitchen towel and set in a warm place for 1-2 hours and until it’s doubled it’s size. Keep checking it, particularly if you use rapid-rise yeast. You don’t want to let the mass over-rise because that will ruin your bread!

Ready to cut into balls, roll into ropes and braid

6. At 10:05am I finished the first kneading and set the dough in a warm closet on a high shelf until it had risen and doubled in bulk.

At 11:42am I finished the quick re-knead of the risen dough, (see image on the left) punching it down and pushing the air bubbles out of it; careful not to add but a slight dusting of flour to the clean bread board.

7. Now the dough is ready to be divided into eight, equal balls, then formed into dough ropes for braiding.

Use a sharp knife to divide the ball in half, and each half in half, etc., until you have four, equally proportioned dough balls per loaf.

8. Now you will patiently roll out each ball into a rope of dough for braiding. My Challah are braided with four strands each.  Be patient with the dough at this point because it will be very elastic, if you’ve made it correctly.  It should spring back into form when you make an impression in it.  Each rope should be rolled-out 12 to 18 inches in length.

9. Begin your braid with the rope on the right, weaving over-under-over and as you braid your loaf, continue to pick up strands on the right, alternating your weave as you go. Over-under-over; Under-over-under…repeat until you reach the end.

10. When you reach the end of each loaf and the ropes are short, this is when you do your best to tightly weave the pointed ends, then pinch the tips together and tuck underneath the loaf; making the look aesthetically appealing. See photo above on far right and photos below.

Finished and Tucked First End

Flip the bread board around and repeat finishing on the final end.

11. Gingerly pick up and set your braided loaves side-by-side onto a lightly-oiled (or buttered) baking sheet. You may also use parchment paper without greasing it. Now it’s time to set the loaves to rise until they are doubled in size.  Like before, when you set the ball of dough to rise, this step will take at least another hour depending upon the yeast and the temperature of your home.

As you can see in this image, the loaf in the rear of the photo looks somewhat FUNKY! That’s because I was clumsy and the baking sheet slid off the counter as I set the loaf on it. Thankfully I caught the pan and dough in mid-fall or I would’ve lost the whole loaf!

12. After your loaves have risen the second time and doubled in size, preheat the oven to 350°F degrees.  While the oven pre-heats it is time to prepare the egg-glaze.  Mix one egg yoke with a teaspoon of cold spring water and lightly brush the mixture over both loaves. Sprinkle seeds on top of loaves, or leave naked if your kids/husband/family/friends/you prefer plain bread. :)   Personally I love seeds of all sorts and the ones I used on this baking day were organic, raw sunflower seeds.

13. When the oven is fully pre-heated, set the baking sheet on a rack in the center of the oven. Bake times vary depending upon altitude but usually the timing is 30 – 40 minutes. As you experiment with baking your Challah on Friday’s, in preparation for the Shabbat, over time you’ll learn your oven and exactly how long it will take to make the perfect loaves. The bread should have a nice drum-type sound when you pull it from the oven and tap on the side of the loaves. The color should be a deep, golden brown.

The Saved Loaf! May look funny but still tasted good :)

14. Set hot loaves onto baking racks to cool.  Note that they will continue to cook on the inside for a little while. Cooling time should be at least an hour before blessing and eating.

SHABBAT SHALOM!

We had a single loaf at my friend David’s home in Carlsbad that night. The other loaf I had baked for Robin’s children.

Ha-Motzi Blessing Over Bread

Hebrew Transliteration followed by the English translation:
Barukh atah Adonai, Eloheinu, melekh ha-olam
(Blessed are You, Lord, our God, King of the Universe)
hamotzi lechem min ha’aretz. (Amein).
(who brings forth bread from the earth. Amen)

To watch a video clip of me blessing the candles, wine and Challah, click –> HERE

And no, I did not drink even a tiny sip of the wine….I simply touched the goblet to my lips. :)   That day–July 27th, 2012–marked my 15 month anniversary of sobriety. WooHoo!

Shabbat in San Diego

Hoi there people!  Real quickly…I just want to share a photo album and video from last Friday night’s Sabbath meal with friends. And I will try to carve out time to write a more meaningful post here real soon….telling you about my travels. :)

My Sunflower Hat

LINK—-> Dinner with Friends

VIDEO

 P.S. Happy Switzerland Day to my Swiss Friends!

Shabtai & Shoshana Photos

Purim 1996, Shabtai went as a Gangster with a bloody gash on his cheek and I was a flapper :)

The other day I picked up 6 boxes of books and files I had stored with a friend here in San Diego for the past four years. Inside were some old photos of Shabtai and I, dated 1995 – 2000.

It’s lovely to remember him…such a good-looking, pure soul!

A New Kind of Race

My totally awesome, artist-clairvoyant friend, Kris Cahill, shared the above image on crackbook yesterday and I love it so much that I want to spread it around too.

This message is good and true and is one we should heed.  Enough is enough I say…it’s time to focus on proper actions.

If Napoleon Hill was right about our sub-conscience minds, that they magnetize and attract to us the things we think about, then it stands to reason that if we’re to achieve a new world of peace, love and joy, then our thoughts and actions need to be wholly aligned with peace, love and joy!  To continually feed upon the drama and chaos of daily world events we only serve to thwart our progress toward peace.

Quotes by Napoleon Hill …

“Every adversity, every failure, every heartache carries with it the seed of an equal or greater benefit.” — Napoleon Hill

“Desire is the starting point of all achievement, not a hope, not a wish, but a keen pulsating desire which transcends everything.”
– Napoleon Hill

“Patience, persistence and perspiration make an unbeatable combination for success.” — Napoleon Hill

“The subconscious mind makes no distinction between constructive and destructive thought impulses. It works with the material we feed it, through our thought impulses. The sub-conscious mind will translate into reality a thought driven by fear, just as readily as it will translate into reality a thought driven by courage or faith.”
– Napoleon Hill

ANNOUNCING A NEW KIND OF RACE

Line up everyone

To the new track meet

A race with a finish line

Where you’ll never be beat

‘Cuz the purpose of running

Is not just to win

Some sort of ribbon

Then do it again

This race is different

It’s about running with heart

For people & planet

Each one doing their part

Come join me friends

All you with compassion

Let’s make a difference

Marrying words with some action

There’s so many hurting

Down in the dark city

Broken hearts that are crying

Let’s muster our pity!

Artists are gifted

From God above

So let’s use our talents

To spread joy & love

On American Road

SOMEONE SAVE ME

I cry, I walk

I sleep, I sigh

I pray, I wait

I want, I try

 

To find myself

In a peaceful lot

To rest awhile

In a sunny spot

 

But life is hard

With my overload

I feel heavy

On American road

 

Where is home?

Who am I?

Someone save me

Hear my cry

 Gold Gulch Meadow

 ©Shoshi Free 2002-2013

Defense Against The Dark Arts Lesson One

Dewy Rose From MY Garden May 2012

HOW TO WARD OFF ATTACK & FEEL BETTER!

Here’s The Checklist of Things I Personally Do, not necessarily in this order:

  • TURN OFF THE TELEVISION AND VIDEO GAMES! (Personally I refuse to own a T.V. and haven’t bought one for myself, ever, in my entire life. My mom cut the cords on our televisions when I was 16 years old and raised us to understand that TV causes strife in the home. I have never played video games either.)
  • Turn off the computer
  • Turn off the cell phone
  • Turn on music
  • Stretch and dance around living room-dance studio
  • Paint
  • Draw
  • Journal
  • Sit Lotus position and meditate, visualize and pray
  • Recite poems and the Psalms, out loud, in the first person (“The Lord is MY Shepherd….etc….”)
  • Go out of doors and garden; inhale the scent of roses while petting the flower in wonder and admiration
  • Water the garden
  • Pull weeds
  • Sing songs out loud while gardening; songs like Scarborough Fair by Simon & Garfunkel
  • Go for a bicycle ride and leave the cell phone at home
  • Call a good friend whom you trust
  • Play with the dog
  • Read an entertaining novel
  • STRETCH Ballet Style until your muscles BURN
  • Run
  • Commune with a BIG tree (they’re great listeners and if you listen in return, they may teach you a thing or two! Yes, I am totally serious.  TREES TALK!  At least to me, they do.)
  • Go shopping for trees, flowers, bushes, seeds, herbs and vegetables at your local garden shop or nursery.
  • Burn clean herbal incense and candles.  Beeswax candles are the most pure.
  • Drink herbal tea; especially ROSE TEA. Holistic Healing with Roses: Herbal Medicine for a Happier, Healthier Mind and Body.
  • BREATHE DEEPLY while consciously visualizing a peaceful place of splendor
  • Have an orgasm; with your lover or mate, with yourself or with the aid of a professional sexological bodyworker.  http://www.sexologicalbodywork.com/
  • Kiss your lover or mate
  • Hold hands and walk on the beach
  • Take your dog/s to the beach
  • Take your kids to the beach
  • Go Camping
  • Go Hiking
  • Write a list of all the things you’re thankful for
  • Speak words of peace, joy and love out loud with authority over your life
  • WRITE! Scream at your diary!
  • Recall the happiest days of your life whilst deliberately pushing fear from your mind. Speak out loud (ALWAYS OUT LOUD!) your list of things YOU ARE THANKFUL FOR! :)
  • Quit your job if it’s not your calling
  • Get out of debt entirely
  • De-junk/purge your home of all the CRAP & CLUTTER. You don’t need it and you know it.  The waste is killing your soul and your relationships.
  • De-junk your real-life friends and close your FACEBOOK account!
  • Stop eating all meat, fish and poultry immediately and forever.
  • Buy, eat and drink in juice from: organic fruits, vegetables, herbs, nuts and seeds. Shoot for 80% raw food diet.
  • DRINK SPRING WATER ONLY!
  • Roll in the grass naked and realize that one day you’ll be buried there
  • Keep your body MOVING and your MIND & SPIRIT ALERT. “Constant Vigilance”!
    • CHOOSE LIFE!

Journal Cover Art

THE GREATEST ARTIST OF ALL

By Shoshana Rose

Who was the greatest artist

that you’ve ever heard about?

Was it Van Gogh or Picasso

or do Da Vinci you tout?

Me, I cast my vote for God

as the greatest artist of all

To prove my point I’ll say

just go view a waterfall

Or how about that sky

now who’s painted clouds like those?

Look up, you can almost imagine

the angel’s breath that blows

And what of dear friend tree

from once all mankind ate?

Pick some fruit & perhaps you’ll agree

back to such is our fine fate

Ah yes, and please also consider

our dear, tough friends the rocks

Maybe you wear one on your finger

but did you know, Mr. Boulder, he talks?

And what of the flowers?  What of the birds?

And what of your fine face?

Dare I say you look better in person

than in picture frame set in it’s place

Yeah, God is the Greatest Artist

who ever walked on this earth

Not the camera, screens, or the masters

but the One who gives our souls mirth

The only One to grant earth’s rebirth

Think With Your Vagina!✫.¸¸.*¨`*.♥

Tantalizing Tuesday, December 13th, 2011/6:01am EST~Deltona, Florida, USA

When a guy goes to a hooker, he’s not paying her for sex, he’s paying her to leave.  ~Author Unknown

For those of you who had the blissful pleasure of receiving a full body Sensual Massage from my alter-ego, Venus, then you probably recall me telling you during our session, that massage was my first calling….

My Mother’s, Mother, was a cripple who had contracted Polio as a young woman.  From long before the time I was born, she had been permanently confined to a wheelchair.  My earliest & on-going memories of my Grand Mother–”Gaga”–are of the joy I felt when rubbing her feet and legs.  And although I can not recall who originally gave me the idea to massage Gaga’s feet & calves, I do remember how I LOVED IT! :)

Whenever Mom took me to visit Grandma, as soon as I had my little body over the threshold, I’d be running to get the lotion…. “Grandma, Grandma…I’m gonna get the Vaseline Intensive Care lotion and rub your feet and legs!”  And Gaga would sit for me, in her wheelchair, with her pants rolled up, while I sat at her feet and loved her; helped her feel better; warmed her cold limbs.

And in thinking about my calling to massage others and help them feel better, I realized that this is precisely what I am all about–FEELING GOOD!  I want to feel good and I want to help others to feel good too.  My mission and calling are not just to smell good and look pretty but more, to get right down into the meat of your flesh and knead away the knots….to release the built up tension and tightness.  Kneading flesh is a lot like kneading bread dough.  I LOVE it! :)

And in speaking about feeling good, I have an idea!  Wouldn’t it be a wonderful thing if women all over the world, would master the art of sensual massage?  I could teach them!  I could teach women how to tap their inner sensuality and how to drive their men wild!  For these are learned skills.  I wasn’t born a diva.  And I wasn’t born with massage skills; I developed these attributes as I’ve gone along through life.  Oh and how they’ve served me well!  HALLELUJAH!

Yesterday on my podcast, I told you how I LOVE MEN!  How I appreciate them in every way, shape and form.  How I admire them.  Want to emulate them.  How I believe that each and every hard-working man deserves to be pampered–”WELL FED AND WELL FUCKED”!

I have always believed that it is the chief role of a woman, that she embrace this ideal and develop the skills to assist her as a support to her man.  Ask my ex-husbands, they’ll tell you.  I am a first class, A+ nurturer.  No one does it better.  BBBJCIMWS! ;)   If more women would spoil their man as I have been known to do for my past mates, well then, it would put professional masseuses out of business!  (Listen up ladies….this is important news!)

Yes, yes, I have figured it out.  My calling is not to personally nurture and relieve the stress of every male on planet earth.  My calling is to train an army of women to do that. Talk about back to the basics.  Imagine!….a horde of sensually-charged, highly-skilled females who know the truth: in order to have peace on earth, it begins with her vagina.

Our vaginas are the cradle of civilization and the center of our beings as females.  To learn how to tap this inner-well and transmute thus energy into a life of creativity and bliss, is the sure road toward stress relief and personal transformation as an individual.  And more, to master the art of seduction; nurturing a partner with sensual massage, we gals can rule the world, right from our own bedrooms.  And not by force, but by magic! Like the Courtesans of old.

Feminine wiles.

Our God-given birthright.

✫*¨*♥.•*¨`*♫.•´*.¸.✫*¨*.¸¸.♫*¨`*.♥

Dear Wife

It’s honor that I’m looking for

Not really money, power or fame

Just give me what is mine

Respect for my family name

Oh wife, you wife I love

I’m the head not you

Please practice being quiet

Give this man his due

I follow the order of honor

I obey my Mom and Dad

Everything they tell me to do, I’ve done

Even when it makes me sad

So why oh why can’t I

Get respect in my own home

Why is it that to find some

From my front door I must roam?

That’s not the way it should be

For I have read the rules

Honor God, your parents, your husband

Those who don’t are known as fools

I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do

This poem is the notice I serve

Starting today and going forward

From honor we’ll no more swerve

I’m a man for goodness sake!

Of the kind who go to war

Fighting hard to feed my family

So hard it makes me roar

So have a little mercy dear

Insist upon honor too

Then you will see a different me

Full of smiles not a few

Happily singing “I love you true”

“My sweety, my baby blue”

{The above poem was penned in early 2002 while living in my tiny Cottage of Rest; musing upon and empathizing with my male friends who were being constantly vexed by their nagging, disrespectful wives!}

So for those of you gals who are reading this post and have ears to hear, I hope, at the very least, you will consider the wisdom in the proverb: “You catch more flies with honey than vinegar”. 

TAME YOUR TONGUE!  Don’t nag.  S-E-D-U-C-E!  Think like a slinky kitty, not a bull.  You’ll feel better about yourself.  You’ll win more friends and influence more enemies if you follow the way of the whore.  Think with your vagina!  Lead your man around by his cock, not coercion.

And a new day will dawn.  Everyone will go about with smiles on their faces.  HAPPY ENDINGS for all the inhabitants of earth!  It’s in our hands, girls.  Rise Up!  Cease strife in your home.  Push those boobs up and your butt out and be the living elixer of life for your mate and yourself.  Forget the TV and the housecleaning and the gossip with your girlfriends.  Get Naked!

WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE LOVED?

First is to have a person’s honor

Inside a place of pure respect

This is where waits the order of life

Foundation upon, house of love you erect

Trust is the other virtue to come into play

It’s the resting spot of the soul

Without a perfect, lasting trust

All the actions of life take a toll

Honor & trust create the harmony

Where then the love is grown

The healthy, fertile soil

For good seeds to be sown

So maybe when a family sees

Love fading & life growing tense

The soil itself should be examined

Adding the right ingredients

Shoshana & Dawn Photo Shoot

Sitting on the porch in Ocean Beach, it’s not quite 4:30 am on Sunday morning and I am wondering what is going on here in this neighborhood?!  For the past ten minutes I’ve been listening to what sounds like gun fire and cars crashing!  It sounds like it’s at the end of the street, on Sunset Cliffs.  Okay…now I smell something?  Burning rubber!  Oh God, it’s real. The noise is not from a neighbor who forgot to turn off their television.  MERCY!  Pretty soon I expect to hear the sirens.

I have heard sirens every day since I moved here.  Fires, gun shots, local stores robbed at gunpoint….what’s going on?  I thought that Ocean Beach is filled with peaceful, pot-smoking hippies; not criminals?  Although I will tell you, there are a lot of homeless here!  A small group of them got some cash out of me one morning and while chatting with them, they proceeded to show me the oozing sores all over their bodies.  I nearly shrieked when I saw what looks to be staph infections and boils on these poor, filthy people.

Maybe I should be thankful that Robin fired me and I am going back to Florida tomorrow morning?  Perhaps boring Deltona isn’t so bad?  In Deltona, I have REX!  He’s my four-legged, pit bull protector.  He’s my pal.  My SHADOW.  Follows me around all day long and damn, I never thought I’d miss a DOG so much?!!!

(Breathe Shoshi, breathe.)

Whew!  Okay, where do I start?…I know I’ve been grossly uncommunicative for the past three weeks since arriving home in San Diego but it’s been a whirlwind!  Sickness, strife, sadness, sedition.  We’ve got it all here; beautiful San Diego.  Come on down and see what money can buy!  Step right up and open your wallet wide.  Shopping is what it’s all about folks; nothing is ever enough.  Money, money, money, M…O…N…E…Y.  Screech!  Not my song, sorry.

This is my song…..

By the way, the girl in the photos with me is my sister. :)   She and I are the two eldest of four siblings born to our parents.  Dawn was born in the fall of 1966 and me, Spring 1964.  I call this photo movie “A Spot On The Lens” and you will see why when you view it….there’s a blotch that shows up on my face, arm and in the clouds.  In some of the images, it ruins my face but in most you won’t even notice.  The friend of ours who shot the pictures had just gotten the camera right before our shoot.

Photos by Missy Dodson

 

Happy Birthday Dawn Melody!

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Dawn & I at the end of Yom Kippur~by the canyon~Oct. 8, 2011

Happy 45th Birthday to my sister Dawn Melody! We look like twins in this recent photo taken on Saturday, October 8th, 2011 while I was staying in Del Cerro at Cabo Jim’s house on the canyon. :)

Dawn & I had a lovely visit that evening and are looking forward to hanging-out a lot now that I am moving HOME to San Diego. We are planning to hike up every local mountain! Although Dawn doesn’t yet know that’s my plan. ;)

My sister Dawn and I are 2.5 years apart in age.  She was born in 1966 and I, in April 1964.  Dawn is a true native Californian, born in San Diego County.  Dawn is a ROCK.  She’s the grounded one in the family.  The Most level headed of all six Piatek’s, even over and above our Dad.

If it weren’t for Dawn, I would never have experienced the joy of living in Ramona back in 2001-2003.  She opened her home to me when I left Shabtai on July 4th, 2001. (Independence Day!)  Later that year, she gave me a car.  Dawn Rocks and I LOVE her very, very much!

Many happy returns, sis.

LOVE YOU!