Thursday, September 12, 2013

The only truth is love ...

I have been thinking a lot about the state of us lately. Us. You and me.

I generally do not read the news, or watch it for that matter. I rely on conversations with people to inform me of things that are going on on the world. I do this because when I keep up with current affairs through the news system we have cultivated, I feel hopeless. I become overwhelmed with all the terrible things we are doing to our earth and to each other. I actually think this is the point of much of media. To dishearten us and to make us feel as if things are so huge, so bad that what we do as individuals, can make no difference. We rely on faulty governments, run by people with agendas that have lost heart ... lost sight. Sight of the fact that we are one family, living in one house. A living family sharing one living earth.

"God gives us love; something to love he lends us." Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Often times, we only realize what is important to us, when things we take for granted or love, are taken away.

We take for granted the fragile structure upon which civility depends.

We fight amongst ourselves and try to prove our points and impose our views on others. We are convinced we are right and try to silence or hurt those who differ.

Between agriculture disasters, human rights, technological espionage, pharmaceutical & agro intimidation, climate issues, mass extinctions, educational policies, population crisis ... I don't know where to turn.

We take and take. We pollute. We fight We destroy. We consume.

There is no way out for us. 
We are too many. Too damaged.

This is how I feel when I watch and read the news. I get caught up in it once or twice a year.

So I turn it all off and I go back in time.

I go and make bread with soaked flour. I make sauerkraut and take comfort in the fact that organisms older than man are still here and doing their thing for my kraut to be sour. I talk to my friends and family. I hug my husband and thank Creator for the privilege. I squeeze Napa. I fast to remind myself of hunger. I fast to slow down. I do yoga to remind myself of my body and the miracle of strength and movement. I meditate. I go see my farmer and butcher and fishmonger and listen to their wise words. I engage in my community. I work with my crystals and show tremendous gratitude for my beautiful clients. I knit. I turn off my computer. I garden. I scale down.

What I realize, is that there is no other way. We have to live smaller lives. Slower lives. Lives with much less consumer choice. Lives with depth and meaning. Lives where we are considerate and care for each other and all that lives on the planet we share. Lives where we care about the welfare of the animals and plants that we eat. Families and friendships have to mean something again. We have to be able to tolerate discomfort in relationships. We have to bring back eccentricity. Character. Honor. Valor. Curiosity. Respect. Diversity. Love. 

Could we even fathom only taking as much as we need?

We have to fundamentally understand that we are one unit. There is no separation. When we harm others we harm ourselves. When we silence others, we silence ourselves.  When we harm our planet we harm our home. The only one we have.

We have to love. To love our home, and all things in it. There is no other way.

The only truth is love.

It all starts, and ends, there.

Alright. I need a hot chocolate.

Join me will you?

Time to dish.

Cocoa with Saffron for your Soul

Here is what you need:
  • 1/4 cup of fairly traded dark cacao
  • A cinnamon stick
  • A pinch of saffron 
  • 1 liter of whole milk, full fat please 
  • Maple syrup to sweeten to your liking
Here is what to do:

Quite simply, bring the milk to a slow simmer & mix in all your ingredients. Allow to simmer together for about 10 minutes, stirring to make sure there are no cocoa clumps. Then remove the cinnamon stick and drink and contemplate what you love.

Peace & Love

Oana

2 comments:

  1. I feel the same way and will join you for the cup of hot chocolate.

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