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Elizabeth Lugmayer

Hello
All, my name is Elizabeth Lugmayer and I am a Charis Doula,
Childbirth Educator, and aspiring midwife. I must admit I was a bit
hesitant when Susan approached me about being this month's featured
Charis member, but now I have come to realize what an incredible
opportunity this is to do something otherwise looked down upon: I
get to talk about me. Just me. I've never really written about 'just
me' before! To help you really get to know me without me writing a
book, I've designed little factoids about me to appear after each
paragraph. So without further ado, read on brave soul.
Factoid 1: My left ear is lower than my right; but don't worry I
know how to tilt my head 'just so' to make them even.
When I met Kristin Schuchmann, her desire to passionately
serve childbearing families where they are, at their need
level, confirmed in my heart
something I knew for a while: we should be passionate
about what we do! I am a passionate person. So it only makes sense
that I be passionate about serving families. Do you know how I know
that there should be passion in my work with every family I minister
to? Because Jesus worked with passion. He let the children come. He
healed the sick. Ate and drank with the sinners. Jesus wept. He died
for ours sins and rose three days later;
claiming victory over death. All for us! Passion in the purest form!
Whether I'm holding hot compresses or teaching a class, I am
in my element
because I am doing what the Lord gave me to be passionate about.
Factoid 2: I love dancing in the rain- but only in the backyard (so
as not to confirm my neighbor's suspicions of my
'less-than-there-ness').
I taught my first childbirth education series in Sept./Oct. of 2006.
(whoohoo!) Once you get past the nervousness, teaching's a riot! And
boy
was I nervous! I didn't think it was possible to forget my own name-
until my first class. My mouth went dry, I saw a blinding light, and
I repeated my opening line three times before I saw saw their frozen
smiles- and the incredulous glances from their class notes to my
face and back to their
notes again. I knew at that point, they were more scared of me than
I was of them. But Kristin, who was evaluating my series, remembered
my name. By the end of the first class, I was speaking in fluid full
sentences and managed to crack a joke or two. Fortunately there is
grace for those who show up to try again. By my last class (class 8)
I taught with ease, in fact I had to work hard to keep class within
a 2 hour period because teaching had become more like a sharing
session with all my friends. For those of you doulas who are facing
the hurdle of teaching your first class: have hope, read your notes
while you teach, and practice saying your name.
Did I mention that I also went numb?
Factoid 3: My grandmother's name was Blanch Elizabeth Breary. At her
request, I am her namesake. I was also born in her sitting
room. To date, she is the only woman to have achieved the highest
government service rating in the history of the American Government.
She was a GS17.
My next step with Charis is to take my Childbirth Educator/Doula
certification exam... and then onto the Charis Midwifery Academics
Course. I am currently taking college Human Anatomy & Physiology,
required for the midwifery course, so pray for me during the next 2
semesters!
~Elizabeth Lugmayer

Elizabeth, Beth, and baby Miranda
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Vegetable Miso Soup

This
soup, a harmonious blend of vegetables with the wonderful, warm
flavor of miso, is delicious as well as very beneficial for your
health. Remember, to maintain it's full nutritional value,
never boil miso. Experiment with other vegetables, choosing
your favorites.
6 cups water
6 tbs miso
3/4 lb fresh peas or 3 cups frozen peas
3 green onions, with tops, thinly sliced
1 garlic clove, minced
1 med piece of dulse, finely chopped
2 tsp freshly squeezed lemon juice
1/4 tsp hot sesame oil
Put 1
cup of the water and the miso in a small bowl and stir together.
In a large pot, combine the remaining 5 cups of water, the peas,
green onions and garlic. Cover and bring to a boil over high
heat. Immediately reduce the heat and simmer for 3 minutes.
Stir in the miso mixture, dulse, lemon juice, and hot sesame oil.
Serve immediately.
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Miso is
a traditional Japanese food produced by fermenting rice, barley
and/or soybeans, with salt and kōji (the most typical miso is made
with soy). The result is a typically thick paste used in sauces and
spreads, soups and broths. Miso has been gaining world-wide
interest. Miso is typically salty, but its flavour and aroma depend
on various factors in the ingredients and fermentation process.
Different varieties of miso have been described as salty, sweet,
earthy, fruity, and savory, and there is an extremely wide variety
of miso available. Pregnant and laboring Mom's have found a
cup miso mixed in warm water will alkalinize their systems as well
as treat and prevent ketosis during long labors. Miso offers a
nutritious balance of natural carbohydrates, essential oils,
minerals, vitamins, and protein of the highest quality, containing
all of the essential amino acids, playing an important nutritional
role.
Have a good recipe? Share it here!

Just a minute!
I realized the other day when my
6-year-old daughter, Rose, told me she didn't need help going to the
potty when we were out in public that I have entered a new season of
life. I am no longer needed for wiping bottoms! That thought brought
me back to the days when my children would call from the bathroom, "Moooooooommmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
I need you to wiiiiiiiiipe meeeeee!" At which time they would have
to wait for me to come in and wipe them. Well, one day in October of
2004, I was on the telephone when Rose called out from the potty. I
asked her to wait just a minute and then I'd be there. Well, I'm
embarrassed to admit, but I forgot about her as she waited patiently
and quietly for me to get off the phone (that was before we had a
cordless phone). Joy reminded me a good while later that Rose
was waiting, so I went into the bathroom to do my duty.

I found Rose, sound asleep on the
toilet with her head on the toilet paper roll and with a pencil in
hand. I learned a number of lessons that day. First, I learned that
I really should mean a minute when I say I'll be just a minute.
Second, I learned that pencils are not allowed to accompany children
to the potty. And, third, I learned that when children are left
without direction, they will find something to do to occupy
themselves until some direction is given. (Notice the wallpaper
pulled back... Rose drew a picture and her name underneath that flap
of wallpaper.)
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