I am delving briefly into this subject as my wee man is not terribly content with Mr. Jackson right now. But I must admit, I have an itch to write. I need to write and this is something I feel I need to touch on as it keeps appearing when speaking with friends or loved ones. In theory we all know what a symptom is. In practice, do we have the slightest clue?
In the mood of "Waste Not Want Not" I want to share what I have recently done with my kale, chard and collard green ribs as I process the greens or use them in my meals. If you aren't familiar with those ribs rather tough. I do cook them if I am cooking my greens for a good long time but more often, I am sautéing and the ribs won't cook long enough to soften the structure enough for my pathetic digestion (which incidentally is getting better with the help of my new chiropractor, new herbal regiment and cutting all sugar out of my diet). I could also justify giving them to my chickens if they were chopped up well, or to the rabbits who I have started keeping a separate "compost" bucket for.
One of these days I will post pictures. I have decided that I am just not great at taking/posting pictures. I'm sure it would make these ramblings much more interesting to read. Honestly, I am lucky I get to write at all!
In the spirit of "Waste Not, Want Not" Wednesday, which I was going to start as a blog roll myself if someone didn't already have it running (which someone does so I'm just going to add my thoughts to that list instead), lets talk animal fat!
One thing I will never regret doing with my second son is a food journal. I wish I had started it during pregnancy or even at birth but I didn't, I started it a little over a month after birth.
When people tell me babies are fussy, I have to shake my head. It is not my experience nor is it my reality. If my son is fussy, it's because I (ME) ate something that this little being doesn't like in my milk. I can show you the notations in my food journal. If he won't sleep or has lots of gas, it's because of me. The only nourishment that goes into him is from me. So in an attempt to understand what my body was (or was not) doing I keep a food journal and it is a blessing.
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.
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.
"Nobody ever figures out what life is all about, and it doesn't matter. Explore the world. Nearly everything is really interesting if you go into it deeply enough.” ― Richard P. Feynman
I steep myself in so many different interests that I have come to have a mild working knowledge of many things. This comes in handy on the homestead as well as in life in general but I have found that I have yet to master anything. I do find that I am happier when I let myself explore with reckless abandon and don't worry about "being taught" in the classic sense. Man was born with the ability to learn, if we weren't, we wouldn't crawl, walk or talk. These are all things that healthy children will learn on their own if left to their own devices and the joy of this learning or experiencing doesn't end there.
Sure, why not, it's highly possible. I know I have got the "OMG ARE YOU CRAZY!?!" look more then a few times. But does that mean I'm really crazy? Eh? Not sure...perhaps. Why am I asking this? Well because I was just reading a post from one of my herbal Yahoo Groups. For those of you that aren't aware, I've been doing an herbal course now since little man was born. I love it but I am moving through it very slowly. My interest jumps back and forth between herbalism and homeopathy but I feel on some level they are intimately connected which is likely why I love Matthew Wood's work so much.
In all our deeds, the proper value and respect for time determines success or failure. ~Malcolm X
Mini successes. I cleaned my house yesterday just by putting one foot in front of the other and sticking to one room at a time! Usually I am whizzing all over the place and picking things up left right and sideways and never seem to make it anywhere. Yesterday, I just did what I could do and it didn't take nearly as long. Perhaps this was a lesson learned? I have other tasks I am still working on catching up on but we have done quite a lot in the past week.
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.