Well since I have been stewing on this for a while I suppose I should continue my rant.
My dear husband has sent me the true quote which is "The problem is not the problem, the problem is your attitude about the problem." I think I got that right this time. Now, lets talk about our attitudes. I am going to list a few "problems" that I run into on a relatively regular basis and common attitudes underneath plus a little description of other ways that the thinking could result in some sort of solution.
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Food has a lot of power over us and depending on where you come from you may understand this to be literal as well as emotional. We have emotional eaters who eat to suppress their emotions. But we also have individuals whose personality and/or mood is literally altered depending on the foods they eat. Love ones have love affairs with foods they cherish and that represent something to them emotionally (but which is different then the emotional eating to suppress emotions). There are foods that are consumed because it is interpreted as the proper food to consume based on a religious text. We also consume foods that have been marketed to us as being healthy or a better option then the traditional food. Parents make and serve foods to their children when they are ill, like good 'ol chicken soup. Culturally food plays an important roll, it connects us to others in our culture and provides a common base. Food even connects us to our heritage. Food is fundamentally an extension of ourselves on every level.
My dear husband and I were having a conversation yesterday in the car. That particular conversation sparked my husband to quote Jack Sparrow. "The problem is not the problem, your attitude about the problem is the problem." Now I'm not sure that's the exact quote but it did get me thinking. I have been wanting to write more (lets be honest, I've been wanting to write and haven't figured out how...) and as I lay it bed this morning with my two sleeping boys it occurred to me that the problem was in fact not the problem, I was thinking about it all wrong. So as I sit on the chest I made in high school in close proximity to my sleeping infant and right outside my toddlers room where I can watch him play, I think I have figured it out. Granted I am using a discarded printer paper box as my desk and the iPad as my computer, I am in fact writing.
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Hi there, Wysteria here. I will be writing as regularly as possible on behalf of my family and regarding our adventures in farming, food, health and things of the like. My interest range widely and my brain wanders far. Namaste. Archives
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