i must begin with an apology. Clearly i broke my commitment to write every day.
Yesterday flew by and i got tired early for me and right as i was falling asleep i remembered i had not written in my blog. Sleep is so dear to me as i so often don’t sleep well, that i chose to go ahead and fall asleep vs. get up and write in my blog; knowing that by the time i finished writing i would have woken myself completely up and probably wouldn’t have fallen asleep until late.
This is not an excuse for my breaking my commitment; it is just me letting you know the story behind it because writing stories is what i do on my blog. So, i broke my word. i acknowledge i broke my word. i re-commit to writing every day.
And now for the Grand Finale of the Hummus Chronicles…
As mentioned in my previous blog, i was sharing about various, delicious and joyously vegan meals i had been making. Every person was clearly appreciating and asking when they get to try my food. Well, every person except for one woman. She listened and said with a derogatory tone, “Wow. You must have a lot of spare time on your hands.”
At first, i felt myself get defensive–it is what we often do when something we care about is being threatened. i care about making healthy, delicious, joyously vegan food because it makes a huge difference for the health of our bodies, the animals, and our planet! When i felt that value being attacked, i felt defensive. Then, knowing the very first and best thing to do whenever we feel triggered is to take a deep, mindful breath, that is what i did. After taking the breath, i was present to something i say in almost all my talks and in many of my interviews, “Every single moment, of every single day, we are giving our lives to something! Why not give our lives to the things that matter most to us–regardless of the outcome?” i thought about how much we give of our lives to things that don’t matter, things we don’t believe in, and things that waste time, money, and energy.
i looked to the woman and i said with love present in my heart and thoughts, “Every one of us prioritizes things in our lives. We all make choices on how we spend our time, how we invest our time. i just happen to love making nutritious, delicious food, so i choose to focus time on that instead of other things that others might choose to give their time to.” i could tell by the look on her face that what i had said dropped deep for her, that she “got” it, and it made sense to her. She did not respond defensively at all; she merely looked thoughtful and responded, “Well, yes, that is true.” And then the conversation got swept away by the group again.
i thought to myself with a little sadness in my heart about how i had seen this woman around the island on a few different occasions (she apparently lives here; not just a tourist) and every time i have seen her, she has been drinking alcohol. i realized in that moment that she doesn’t realize how much of her time and money she invests in drinking around a bar. She, clearly, longs for that social connection with others and that is a beautiful thing to invest in. And having occasional drinks with friends or even strangers around a bar can be a very fun way to invest some time. But just think how much more meaningful her social time could be if more of it were invested in preparing and sharing delicious and nutritious food. Underneath her doing of drinking as a way to connect with others is the being who enjoys connection with others.
i, of course, did not say any of this to her as that would have been hurtful and inappropriate. But it was a powerful reminder for me of how truly, every second of every day, we are all investing our lives in something! Once a moment is passed, we never, ever get it back. So often, i hear from people about how they feel they do not have enough time in their lives to do the things they really want to do. And yet, i know how often i “leak” moments here and there throughout my day that add up to substantial amounts of time. When i am being mindful of the incredible gift of each moment, and i become present to it, i tend to invest my time more thoughtfully and more wisely. And it is during these periods of time that i often find myself being the most creative, preparing food more, doing more yoga, etc… When i am present to the gift of time; i tend to find myself with more time to do the things that are most important to me.
Which leads me all the way back around to peeling chickpeas (and by the way, i also, buy dried beans, soak them overnight, drain off the liquid in the morning, and cook in a pressure cooker which is WAY better for our bodies and our planet than buying beans in cans) and laughing to myself. Yes, i am the crazy lady who peels my chickpeas after cooking them before i turn them into hummus or baked falafels (much healthier than fried ; ) And i am that crazy woman because i know that our lives are not really made up of the big, huge moments (like how people view my time in Luna), but rather our lives are made up of all the little things, the minutia in the moments, those things, people, etc… we might otherwise look or skip over.
Birth and death are the bookends. The pages in between, these stories of our lives, the legacy we leave behind after we pass from this physical reality are written letter by letter, moment by moment, conscious or unconscious choice by choice.
i might always be known as, “The woman who lived in a tree,” but i also hope to be remembered for other things like being the girl crazy enough to peel chickpeas, make almond ricotta cheese and sun-dried tomato pesto, and feed people lots of love and joy.
What do you want the story of your life to be?
You are writing it even as you read these words.
May your lives be a book filled with stories of care, commitment, and mindful investing of the miracle of each moment.