I’m going to the Kauai Vegetarian Society’s monthly potluck tomorrow and in honor, made this vegan and raw apple pie. I’m adapted the recipe from one found online by John Kohler. Feel free to adapt and make it work for you!

1 1/2 c sunflower seeds
3/4 c raisins
1 T raw cocoa powder

Process until finely ground and sticks together. Press into 9″ pie pan until smooth and flat.

3 medium sized Granny Smith apples, cored and chopped into small pieces
3/4 c raw agave nectar
1 T cinnamon
Juice from 1/2 a lemon
shredded coconut (for topping)

Mix all filling ingredients together in a bowl. Pour filling onto crust and smooth with a spoon.

Sprinkle shredded coconut all over top of pie. You can also sprinkle a bit of cinnamon on top of coconut as well.

Place in the freezer or fridge for an hour before eating.

Happy Eating!

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I tried to get this to publish all day yesterday and today. Sorry folks! But here’s the anti-climatic last poem for National Poetry Month. xo

Sleep No More

4:30am on a
Thursday morning.
Sound asleep
A scratch on
My arm.
A nightmare
flits through my
I fling it across the room
Suddenly awake,



No more sleep
for me.
planning my return to
Where there are no

© 2009 Heather Strang
All rights reserved.

Today marks the end of NaPoWriMo. 🙁
I can’t believe I wrote a poem, almost every day of the month. Almost.
It was fun, although challenging and I think I actually wrote some good ones.

I’m going back to my regular one week blog schedule to write about my journey in the tropics (which as you can see from above, took a dramatic turn for the worse), my writing and anything else that is on my mind.

I’m such an Oregon girl. Damn!

Much love,
Heather 🙂

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Friends Among Strangers

Washed over me
Gently, gracefully
As your story unfolded
It was sad, but rang so true
I felt the comfort of friends
Even among strangers
Here, in this strange place
I discovered my truth
The truth I had searched for
My entire life
Right before my very eyes
In the eyes of strangers
Who are now friends
Every ache, ounce of pain
And misery was confirmed,
Understood and acknowledged
My entire life made sense
And peace,
Peace was my
only emotion.

© 2009 Heather Strang
All rights reserved.

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It escapes me
I ask it to wait
just give me time
to find a pen
or something to write on.
But, it doesn’t care
I can be driving
In a meeting
Or in the midst of dispensing advice
and there it will be.
The words, the sweet words
for this blog, for a book
for an article.
There’s no stopping this flood
of words.
They do not have any particular
concern about my whereabouts
or the location of a writing utensil,
they simply bust out and,
I am lucky to catch any of them
at all.
I will recite the first line over and
over hoping to cement it into my
Sometimes it works,
Sometimes it doesn’t.
And then I am left with a feeling
a feeling that something beautiful
passed through me
something of note.
It’s on the tip of my tongue.
I lay my head in my hands
and beg it
to come back.

© 2009 Heather Strang
All rights reserved.

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Some Days

Some days are meant for this
For snuggling on the couch
For forgetting there’s any work to be done

Some days are meant for lounging
Quietly by the pool
Sun caressing the plants, trees and skin

Some days are meant for creating
All alone, in the zone
Cookies, poems and news articles

Some days are meant for love
With a stranger, a good friend or a partner
Smiling, laughing and lingering on

Some days are simply meant to be.

© 2009 Heather Strang
All rights reserved.

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And the winner is…

Figure eights
Ocean healing
Meditation on red rocks
Green smoothies
120 lbs
And ginger snaps
For days
Jessie who drives like
a dream
Brown boys who send
shivers up my spine
Sexy dances
Books that inspire
Best friends
Chakra clearing
Garden walks
For real.
Reality TV
People mag
Endless poetry
Writing from my heart
Fresh avocados
Bright, bright sunshine
80 degrees
Kathy Freston
Cooking, cooking, cooking.
Bed & breakfasts
Sleeping in
New, new, new, new.

I am so grateful.

© 2009 Heather Strang
All rights reserved.

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I’ve rediscovered seaweed! The kind you can eat, of course. This is a great lunch snack, paired with baby carrots and hummus or a side salad.

Serves 2

1 can of light tuna, in water, drained (or use salmon or anything else that calls to you!)
2 T of Dijon mustard
2 leaves of arugula or organic greens
cherry tomatoes, cut in halves
1/2 an avocado sliced
2 sheets of seaweed

Mix together tuna and Dijon mustard. Spread 2 TBS on one side of the seaweed, add arugula, cherry tomatoes and avocado. Roll, burrito style and serve.

It’s crunchy with a nice smooth kick from the avocado.

Happy Eating!
Heather 🙂

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She was
and lovely.
I could not tear
my eyes
off of her.
Passerby’s diverted
their gaze
Seemingly intent on
the tiles on the floor
rather than the
naked goddess
before them.
Her hair was
heavenly white
with tinges of silver
scattered delicately
Her body was
round and full
with freckles gently
covering her cafe
colored skin.
She was poised,
and graceful
lying there.
The pool sparkled in
front of her
while bikinis and
speedos zipped by.
She noticed none of this.
In fact, it’s possible
she didn’t notice any
of us.
She was a goddess
and we were merely
lowly servants
around her.

© 2009 Heather Strang
All rights reserved.

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Observing oneself
is fascinating stuff.
Watching the mind
scurry around
like an ant eager for
food, seeing it grasp onto
anything it can
to continue the madness.

Humanness is a perplexing
Always seeking to
make sense of
and judge –
and experiences.

Synchroncity is magical.
The continual surprise
Of the stars aligning,
Of two seemingly
random events
bolting into one another
in a way no one could have

Observation lends itself
to our humanity.

Synchronicity reminds us
we are magic.

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I wanted to give everyone plenty of time to read the beautiful interview (and poem) from the lovely Sage Cohen. And guess what? I turned in my first book – of poetry – to the publisher last week. Sage actually inspired me – she encouraged me to trust myself, my voice and to believe that modern day poets are absolutely relevant in today’s world. Thanks Sage!

Onto the poetry…


Whispers echo across the cliff
I turn with a start
And the ocean breaks ferociously
The red rock crumbles softly

My eyes close effortlessly
But then, the thoughts come
Fast and furious with fears
And hopes and dreams

Voices carry me through the fear
Into the quiet and deeper still
Suddenly, it stops
The ocean, rock and whispers on pause

I feel the universe shift
Shivers cover my body
And images flash before me
We go deeper still

Fear is gone
Peace is its replacement
I know what to do
I know exactly what to do.

I open my eyes.



In a group full of strangers
We all tell our sad, sad stories
We cry
And comfort one another.

I am not shaking.
I am watching them.
Careful to not be exposed
Careful so they do not see
the resonance within me.
It is my turn to talk and my voice
Cracks and breaks.
I will not cry
I will myself to stop the tears
I am not ashamed
I tell myself, but my face tells another
Sipping my tea
Hands cupped around it
As though it were my last hope,
I lie.
I say that I am fine.

We all know I am not.
Shaking our heads in silent
We continue on.

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