Zarem Smile




I have not posted in over a month and that is almost impossible to believe. As I was combing through my recently added photos, I came across a photo of my first cousin, Avie and me that was taken the day he moved away from Portland. A job offer brought he and his wife back to Toronto where her family is and it was a bittersweet departure.

The photo was taken in front of the place where we dined on lawnchairs on the lawn and were served cold beers with the arriving, gorgeous dawn.

Though not the clearest image, you can see that Zarem smile shine through. It's characteristic of my mom's side of the family.

It was Avie's wife, Adrienne who landed the place I'm in now. I sent her on countless runs to check out potential living spaces and she never tired of it and actually enjoyed the process. She provided an air mattress to my friend, Sarah and I the evening we arrived in Portland , after over 18 hours of driving. She made meals for me when I first arrived, gave me her leftover canned beans and yummy sauces and introduced me to Urban Jews, a group of young Jew who gather for potlucks, community service and beach bonfires. Avie introduced me to the local soccer phenomenon, the Timbers. I'm eternally grateful to them for planting the seeds to many-a-fun time.

My Peanut of a Niece, Alyssa


One of the things I most look forward to since moving to Portland is checking email...even more than that is snail mail. I have to say, opening up my mailbox to personal mail makes my heart swell!

It takes me back to the days when my sister and I would tear down the hall at my Grandma Sara's apartment during Milwaukee summers and then proceed to fight over who would check the box. It was one of those standard slender, metalic gray mailboxes and I even remember the feel of the key. I have the same mailbox here!

My peanut of a niece (this picture was taken at the farmer's market I used to work at) just sent this message to me and it brought me such joy. Her misspelled words are even endearing.


By the way hows the weather today it was cool out or as I would say frezing . Moucha is good ,how about your pets and how about you? See any moves and what were they? I saw uptown girl it was sad,funny,entertaing ,and odd . In school we have testing but on the good side we have no homework but we haft to read . I just saw a small bug run across my laptop she was so CUTE. Right back -alyssa lv

Chubby Little Streetcar



I decided to jump into the public transit scene in Portland because I have spent too many days driving around and really want to gain a better sense of this city. I can hardly wait to get a bike! Sadly, my last bike was stolen out of my front yard in San Diego. Anyhow, I learned that there was a farmer's market downtown on Saturdays. Most of the FMs start closer to May, but this one had already started. I perused a map that my friend, Liberty left from her stay and hitched the streetcar from Marshall St. and NW 23rd to downtown. Most of that ride was in the fareless zone. I attempted to pay for the remaining pay-based far, but the machine rejected my $20 bill and so I rode free as no one checked on tickets.

The farmer's market was alive and pumping when I arrived! The air was filled with mouth-watering food smells, dogs were abundant, and the cutest quartet of young musicians played and sang folk. I read a book about writing one's life story and soaked up the war sunshine and munched on fresh arugula and locally brewed coconut-infused kombucha tea!

I'm off to see if I can plant some of the seedlings I got at the farmer's market~!

Lucky Lab



OK, Portland has officially sold me! Environment Oregon sent me an invitation the other night to help get marine reserves on the political agenda for Oregon. This would involve signing postcards and making calls to legislators. What better way to meet some new people and make a difference.

The meeting would be held at the Lucky Labrador and happened to be in the NW section of Portland, blocks from my apartment! When I arrived, the room was packed and people were intently listening to a speaker. I was invigorated and inspired.

I perused their menu before heading over and discovered that not only did they have an organic ale but that they had a vegan pizza to go along with it....The Vegan Villager...and boy was it tasty! It was just the crust I've been searching for. I ordered an entire pizza for myself and my fridge is now gifted with leftovers for days. :)

Shower Curtain Blues


Help, I need somebody, help! Not just anybody, help! Name that tune. In all seriousness, I need a shower curtain expert because I have the shower curtain blues. ;) I'm in a Most Good, Least Harm predicament! In all of the rush of moving, I shoved my shower curtain into a random box and it is now nowhere to be found. After 3 days of not showering (!), I caved and jumped in without a curtain!

Days later, a friend of mine wisely suggested I look in my Lifestyle of the Eco-Friendly program props (I used to use a shower curtain to talk about water use with school kids) and sure enough, I found a curtain, but the floor still got wet even with three towels to soak up the excess water! But this has left me in a quandary. What is an eco-minded person to do?

Regular vinyl shower curtains release chemical gases and odors from their ingredients and are manufactured with non-renewable and chemical resources...end up in a landfill where they don't decompose and could release dangerous substances into the ground.

So....my choices are:

use the curtain I have and....

1) get a PVC-based liner and find a way to clean it regularly (and find an effective way to clean bacteria) so it doesn't end up in a landfill

2) get a more eco-friendly based liner such as EVA which doesn't use chlorine in production but is still petroleum-based

or

3) purchase a new organic cotton curtain

4) purchase a new hemp curtain with no apparent use for a liner b/c hemp is reportedly anti-bacterial

5) make my own curtain and find a liner

6) find a curtain and liner on craigslist!

Now that that's out there....what about those shower curtain rings? ;)

Mimi's Visit


April 19, 2008

Marina, AKA Mimi is one of my mom's oldest and dearest friends. I've known her since I was 8-years-old. One of the favorite memories of her is being given a children's cookbook. I cherished it and still have it on my shelf. The recipe I carried the most pride in is for butterscotch square bars. YUM! She has a down-to-earth, approachable energy with a bit of sass! Laughter is always inevitable around Mimi.

I was delighted when Mimi said she was visiting. We spent about 1/2 day together - I took her to one of my favorite neighborhood spots, The Clearing Cafe - vegan paninis and brownies organic fruit smoothies - a 3-minute walk from my house. We had such a nice time catching up.

First Portland Adventures Continued...



April 11, 2008

I awake after letting myself sleep in and open my windows to discover it's a perfectly sunny day! I head over with Charlie on a little portion of Lower Macleay Park/Trail. Wanting to explore little by little so I have something to look forward to. I talk to Connie Poll, one of my mom's dearest friends from Milwaukee and we chat about the amazing Pinot Noir and grape growing culture of this region, the coffee shops, and Matt Cantor, a childhood friend.

I introduce myself to new neighbors, Martha and Bernie (my age, despite the sound of their names) who seem like they are moving into my unit (each building is a 4-plex), noticing they are from MA (we speak about the mayhem of the Boston culture – driving in particular). I eat leftovers from Blossoming Lotus. Yum. Grounding and warm.

Moises, the maintenance man comes over to look at my water filter. I email friends and family and notice just how quiet it is in the complex. Lawn mowing and things that normally bother me are not getting on my nerves here. I find a snail on my succulent plant and think of the snail-saving days of Shakti.

April 15, 2008

I contemplate not paying taxes to protest the cascade of ills I'm indirectly supporting through my tax dollars and then decide it's the "responsible" thing to do. I orient myself to the neighborhood. I take some different streets and snap photos with my eyes. I head to Food Front Co-op to get flax oil, visit the local vet hospital to get a feel for it and meditate at Wallace Park, a park a 10 minute walk from my house.

First Portland Adventures

April 8, 2008

Sarah and I decide to make our way to Paradox Café. This is the diner that I was lured into Portland by. I then take Sarah to Sweet Pea Bakery. Zoey stays in car the whole time. She seems much more comfortable there and I decide it's probably in her best interest.

Move in day. My former M.Ed. student, Sierra, my cousin, Adrienne, and Sarah start unpacking truck. I do a walk through with the grounds manager Eve. We return the truck and I get my first glimpse of St. Helen Road and the old industrial part of the city....train tracks, old warehouses, smoke stacks, etc.

I have lunch with Sierra and Sarah at Laughing Planet. Selfishly, I wanted alone time with one of my dearest friends in her remaining hours. We all find Coffee Time, sidewalk café/coffeehouse that allows dogs. It's like a labyrynth.

Begrudgingly, I take Sarah to the airport and decide I have to walk her in. I'm feeling incredibly vulnerable and needy and am despairing the pending loneliness. We find Powell’s in the airport. What a gem. We laugh at all of the spoofs on 50’s magnets. We have a cry fest in the airport and I feel devastated. In instant exchange of text messages gives me some room to feel sad and brings me instant comfort. I'm taken back to my freshman year of college when saying goodbye to the friends I was so closely bonded to was painful. Spoke to Hava briefly on way back. Came back to empty apartment and lost it.


April 9, 2008

My first official interview happened two days after I arrived! After getting lost on the way, I wandered down to the end of the hall and patiently sat in a chair waiting for an interview. It was with an organization called Garden Partners which uses horticulture therapy to heal elderly people. The ED of the org. compliments me and shares how impressed she is that I am able to move to a new city and interview 2 days later. The position would have entailed coordinating volunteers for the organization. The interview goes fairly smoothly, despite having not played the job search game for nearly 10 years! Oye vey.

I take care of getting my computer set up with Spiretech and get to meet Alex, the nice guy I've been talking to for some time. I take care of collecting information to file taxes. I read all of the Shakti letters and cards and cards from family and cry a puddle.

April 10, 2008

I meet my first neighbors, Eli and Anna, a sweet young couple and their dog, Toby – they look quintessentially Pacific Northwest with their fleece jackets on this cool morning. They talk to me about the inevitable adjustment time. I take a walk in Lower Macleay Trail and cry. My dream of being in a place this green and so close to my living space has become reality. I make a huge dent in unpacking and move some major furniture around. I take my first shower since I have arrived!

I find my way down to the Thurman Library and Trilogy Video store and French bakery, St. Honore (loved this feeling).

The Rakestraw’s see me on the way back to my place and I introduce them to the animals. We have dinner together at what will quickly become my favorite place, Blossoming Lotus in The Pearl.

Oregon College of Oriental Medicine - April 18, 2008


My first exposure to acupuncture and Traditional Chinese Medicine was at Shakti Rising, a holistic recovery program for women (www.shaktirising.org) a couple years ago and my interest and intrigue in the approach and philosophy have grown ever since. I had experienced an irregular menstrual cycle since middle school and had caught wind of the effectiveness of TCM in relating a cycle.

I met Dr. Robin Tiberi at the Pacific Center of Health and immediately connected with her. I looked forward to the hour and a half long sessions where I'd have a quiet room all to myself, practicing deep breathing, talking heart-to-heart with a practitioner who really heard me. My cycle eventually regulated and then I made visits regarding my knee and stress level.

Part of my move to the Pacific Northwest was inspired by the presence of one of the most renowned schools for TCM and acupuncture. I attended an orientation within 10 days of arriving and while I'm not ready to jump into the commitment just yet, the field continues to tug at my soul.

I just returned to the school today to observe an herbs class. I showed up on a day that an exam was being offered and the hurried instructor tried to be as accommodating as possible. It was interesting just to watch the students and how they related to test taking. The class then did Qigong down in the garden and then processed a bunch of information on herbs and their indications. Cinnamon, fresh garlic, etc....I loved learning about how herbs play such a significant role in addressing the range of di-sease.

My Cozy New Place




I have an actual dining area and my kitchen is as cute as a button! I really like all of the windows in my place. It's starting to feel like a place I want to return to.

My place faces an open courtyard and the other side of the complex so I get to see everyone who passes - it feeds into my curiosity about other people.

Mangoes Delight


I love that over 1,000 miles away from home, I can find one of my favorite delights here at my new co-op, Food Front Cooperative Grocery....the mere mention of dried mangoes makes me salivate! If it weren't for the priciness (at over $11/lb!), I'd purchase them daily!

Portland, AKA…Puddletown, Beervana, City of Roses, City of Bridges, Stumptown...





The city does not have an identity crisis, despite the melange of nicknames! Portland seems to pride itself in many regards....there are many of things I'm just discovering about the country's best kept secret.

Some of my first photos of the city are below..

Synagogue that I want to visit - gorgeous Byzantine style of architecture

Hawthorne Bridge

Apartment building - lots of architecture like this in the Nob Hill District


10 Days Later - April 16, 2008




It's been about 10 days since I left San Diego and it's quite wild and surreal to be sitting here in my new home and space. The unfamiliarity of this new city fills me with an equal amount of trepidation and excitement and curiosity. I feel like a kid in a candy store! I feel lonely some of the time and like I'm in the company of so much love at other times. I search for familiar faces and at times forget that I am no longer in San Diego. There are moments when I want everyone I know and love to be here with me to see what I see, to experience what I experience...

It took me a few days to realize my dream had actually been realized. While I live removed from the busy-ness of Portland, I am in a complex with about 60 other 20's and 30's singles and couples and their animals. I think I've seen at least 15 different breeds since I've been here. It's really fun to have neighbors surrounding me and I'm looking forward to getting to know some of them.


When I discovered Forest Park behind my house, I felt like I had discovered a treasure chest. I was beaming. Balch Creek runs through this part of the almost 5,000 acre park....moss everywhere, hardwoods and conifers, little villages of mushrooms (see picture)....I've hiked it 4 times since I've been here and feel like it will be my saving grace.

I had a job interview with a gardening therapy organization two days after I arrived. I got "lost" on the way to the interview, but I still managed to arrive early. The interviewer mentioned how impressed she was that I could show up for an interview two days after my arrival.

I love that there's no use for a water filter here, I love that the rainy and cold weather makes time stand still in ways I haven't experienced before, I love that there are little parts of each place that holds a significant place in my heart: Milwaukee, Maine and New York City. I love that I've already discovered two businesses that allow dogs into their spaces. I love the down-to-earth energy here.

And there are little parts of my friends that come alive in all I discover and that brings me incredible comfort.

You are all with me: a posting for my Shakti Sisters




My dearest Shakti Sisters,

I am safe and sound in my new little home here in Portland. :) The drive up was sweet and so was my stay at Farm Sanctuary in Northern CA on the way up. My backyard (a block away!) is Forest Park (a forested "park" teeming with moss, hardwood trees and conifers and a creek) and I've already created a gardening space (there was a small plot outside my back door and when I asked about it, the management said it was waiting for someone to do something with it).

Communication via email hardly suffices when it comes to expressing the depth of my gratitude to all of you for the ripples of love you sent through my heart, mind and spirit. THANK YOU so much for your surprise send-off cards and letters and photos and art pieces. There is such poetic brilliance in each one and I will cherish them always.

I set the box aside for days knowing that I would miss all of you that much more when I read through them. I carved out a space amongst the heaps of boxes and furniture and cried puddles with each and every card. Your words will lift my spirits in this time of transition and I am eternally grateful.

One of the biggest lessons I have already learned here is that love has no limit or boundaries. I feel like the most fortunate person for knowing all of you and I carry bits and pieces of all of you in my new life. You're with me in the co-op, while I find snails on my plants (who snuck in and came all the way from San Diego!), and when I use all of the tools that I gained as a Helping Hand to stay grounded on this new journey.

You are all just as close to my heart as if I were a 7-minute drive away....yet I already miss seeing your smiles in closing circle, hearing your gentle laughter and just being there with you.

all my love, Dani D

Road Trip to the Pacific Northwest - April 5-7, 2008





It all started with one of the most loving send-offs I've ever experienced. The first photo is of a group hug that will forever be etched into my memory. My heart expanded so much that night and the weight and warmth of the hug itself made my heart leap.

Friends intervened when it appeared as though I would never be packed for my move the next morning and they stayed until all hours helping me pack and clean ever corner of the apartment. See picture 2 (Roxanne and Sarah tackle my kitchen). I barely lifted a finger.

A friend told me that this had come full circle for me. She hoped that I could see what I had given to the community and that I create community wherever I go. I will never forget that evening. It took the edge off of the sadness I felt in leaving. See pictures 3 and 4 (me and Ms. Liza, AKA Za and me and Ms. Becca, AKA, Boo).


My friend, Sarah offered to make the road trip with me. It was about 18 hours in all with stops and coffee breaks. Charlie, Indigo and Zoey handled the long ride gracefully and they're still settling in quite well. Sarah was a trooper: Zoey's pacing and meowing, Charlie's bad breathe bouncing around in the car, animal hair everywhere...

We arrived late Sunday evening at Farm Sanctuary, and it was the respite I needed. More soon. See picture 5 of Sarah in the Sheep Barn.


Love, Dani