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Life, Water, Seeds and a Red Thread

 

A single red thread connects all those who are destined to meet, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. It may tangle or stretch but it will never break. - Chinese Proverb

A View of Earth from Saturn

A View of Earth from Saturn

A long red thread started working it’s way through my life on the day before I left for my Baja trip.

I was driving and listening – like all good Canadians do – to this CBC radio program. I heard an interview with Dr. Vandana Shiva from Delhi; a woman whose laser intelligence and passion came zinging through my little Hyundai speakers.

Vandana Shiva, noted environmentalist in 2007,...

Dr. Vandana Shiva

Shiva’s a farmer in India, or more correctly she’s an agricultural researcher, enviromental advocate and, oh yeah, she’s got a PhD in Physics and a degree in Philosophy and she believes that Monsanto is trying to patent and own what is our heritage and our right; the seeds and source of all life.

She is thick into a campaign called Navdanya, to save the world’s seeds because, “… the seed is the embodiment of life…the very source of life…seeds are the first link in the food chain and they are disappearing in diversity and disappearing in freedom.”

Elizabeth Ibarra Vivanco at Fresh Bounty

A little more red thread unspooled when I flew to Baja California Sur. This was an unexpected press trip with a focus on food, specifically Baja cuisine.

We met Elizabeth Ibarra Vivanco at her Fresh Bounty farm. I was once again struck by intelligence and passion as Elizabeth explained her organic strawberry farm using drip irrigation to conserve the precious desert acquifer water. She explained why education was the key to changing attitudes about water usage and local dependence on chemicals in order to create healthier organic and sustainable crops.

This is also where I ate the best sun-ripened strawberry of my life; a very red and juicy and life-affirming strawberry.

We met some other farmers. Carolen and Windspirit Aum grow all their organic produce for their restaurant called Wind and C. They are determined to use only sustainable organic methods. Unfortunately, the basil farmers around them are still spraying their basil with pesticides, often with the help of their school-aged children.

More thread wound out when I met an intelligence officer working for the U.S. Military. He’s been traveling around the world working on an assessment to determine ‘strategically important water basins’ and where future water problems might become acute.

This assessment was compiled using historical data. It factored in current climatic changes and used the (sad) assumption that most countries will not be changing their water policies over the next decade. The U.S. Military is very interested in this information, as future water-related conflicts could begin to affect U.S. national security interests. Drought combined with poverty and poor infrastructure leads to some serious instability.

The release of this assesment coincides with Secretary of State Hillary Rodham Clinton’s announcement of a new public-private program to use U.S. knowledge and leverage to help find “…solutions to global water accessibility challenges, especially in the developing world.”

Hillary Clinton speaking at a rally in support...

Hillary Clinton (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My last night in San Jose, I turned on the television for the first time on the trip and saw a movie called Touch. Starring Keifer Sutherland, the premise of the movie is based on an ancient Chinese proverb, this invisible red thread of connection…

On the flight home I read an article in Spirituality & Health magazine. It was a parenting piece on how to answer a child’s question, “Where did I come from?” Rabbi Rami Shapiro says,

“Roll the dough (Play-Doh) into a big ball. This is Earth. With the help of your kids, pull mountains, rivers, trees, and even people up from the earth. Don’t pull them off and then stick them back on  -  that’s not how things happened. The Earth grew people the way a peach tree grows peaches; organically. Fill planet Play-Doh with as much life as you can imagine, and talk to your kids about how people grow on the tree of life, like buds grow on a branch.”

We speak about the ‘germ of an idea’, or planting a seed with a well-placed comment’ or letting something ‘germinate for awhile’.

Seeds & Water. Ideas & Connections. Synchroncity & Threads.

Our food, our ideas, our lives all arise again and again from the tiniest of starts. Seeds are the beginning of everything and every single thing is connected.

Every Being. Every form of Life.

You never know why you’re hearing something, seeing something or meeting someone, but sometimes if you look very closely you just might see a thin red strand connecting all those encounters.

Sometimes I feel like we’re all just hanging by a thread.

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Papayas and Ideas in Mexico

Night in San Miguel

Papaya and pineapple and melons..this is what I love when I come to Mexico, all this amazingly ripe and fresh fruit, most especially the papaya. I’ve been eating my weight in the stuff at the conference buffet each morning.

I’m beginning to think I simply came here to sleep. We’ve both been in bed by 10, or 11 at the latest, and I’ve been barely able to drag myself up by 8:30.

Is it the elevation, the ongoing insomnia, the two-hour time change or the way my head feels stuffed full of so many ideas that I’m completely knackered by the time my head hits the pillow? Maybe it’s just the papaya and all those good-for-me enzymes.

This morning, it was the same crack-of-8:30 start. However, we decided to skip the morning speaker and hustle down here to the land of free WiFi at Starbucks. If I move fast I can be back in time for my first workshop at 11:00…It sounds like fun.

The description for the workshop reads, “…within the creative act of writing, or composing with words – NO RULE is the rule! …collaging cut out words, inventing words, playing with sounds, destroying syntax…”

I’m not quite as excited about the agent’s pitch session, since I am still not sure exactly what I’m pitching. They advise coming in to the pitch session with a one-page outline to leave behind.

Hmmm…Might just have to finish writing the thing first. And then I would have to find somewhere to print it…

I think I’ve decided to just consider it practise. Yeh, yeh, that’s it…I’m practising for the future.

Tea & Macarons in Vancouver

Soirette

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There are days when only the finest tea and perfect Parisienne delicacies will do.

There are days that cry for civilized behaviour to counteract the brute reality of life.

On days like this? One must raise their pinkie in sheer chi-chi defiance of all things base and banal and hustle on over to Soirette Macarons & Tea.

It’s a lovely new place down on that lonelier western end of Pender Street. It is Paris and modern and crisp and yes, it is focused. Unlike drugstores that sell bananas and grocery stores that sell pharmaceuticals, this little place knows what it’s about.

And it’s all about tea, quality loose-leaf aromatic teas and of course, macarons, those heavenly meringue-ish confectionaries that make me think I’m eating a pastiche of air and sugar and love.

I tried the Mumbai Chai.

Ahh, India! It was a swirling concoction of all the best smells of that perfumed land; a heady fragrance of cardamom, cinnamon and those heady oils that are only released in the finest of teas.

It was a liquid incense, my body, the temple. I sipped and reflected on all the best things in life while nibbling on a pistachio macaron, and then, I confess, a lavender macaron…there might have been a caramel fleur de sel after that and yes, it’s possible I indulged in the violet one as well. Who’s to say for sure…

But by the time I left Soirette, my world felt prettier, fairy tales more possible and life much, much more gracious.

 

The Holy City of Pushkar

 

Welcome to the WiFi-less city of Pushkar. I’m in a little internet shop, surrounded by dusty packages of Himalaya baby powder, a fake brass sculpture of Ganesh, dirty shelves with decaying rags, empty display racks for Duracell batteries and more dodgy-looking wires and crooked electrical outlets than I care to think about.

We have been informed that Pushkar has no electrical power from 10:00 a.m until 1:00 pm, which strikes me as something one could adapt to and not as disconcerting as the random black-outs that we have run into everywhere else. Then again, they probably have the random ones as well.

Pushkar is a small city and quite clean compared to many of the others. We’ve just had our first non-Indian meal at the Out of the Blue rooftop cafe; a platter of Israeli food.  It was tasty enough, but we are all enjoying our Indian food more. It is impossible to get a bad Indian meal and I don’t think I can ever get enough chai.

If I could get some WiFi, it would be at this point that I would paste in a lovely photo of the naan bread with dhal makhani, veg biryani, aloo gobhi and assorted and other fabulously flavoured foods…but alas, my laptop remains in my backpack and I am stuck, once again, with only my words.

It is so easy to be a vegetarian in a country where the veg options are listed for pages at a time. And in spite of the chaos and often dirty streets, there are moments, like right now, where a breeze sneaks in off the lake carrying the powerful fragrance of some temple incense and a woman wearing magenta walks by with a bowl of marigolds to take to the temple.

I could sit on the steps of this little shop, and without any exaggeration at all, I could simply click my camera every two seconds and capture a scene worthy of an incredible photograph.

This holy city of only 17,000 inhabitants has 400 temples; temples that are mostly private because they are reserved for one of the 36 sub-castes. There are enough open that we can watch the endless stream of pilgrims who come to worship their particular gods.

India continues to work us over, wearing down any notions of how life should be.

As our driver Datar likes to say, “This is India. Anything is possible.”

 

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Walking in the Canadian Desert

It used to be that when married couples reached their 25th anniversary, they had a party, got a bunch of ugly dishes with the number ’25′ emblazoned upon them and the wife begged for, and received, some bling. I’m not sure what the husband got…maybe just a happy wife?

That era has mercifully left us, though I understand a lot of couples go on a nice all-inclusive vacation or a cruise or dine out somewhere fine. They generally loll about, reveling in their accomplishment of being married when all the odds are stacked against the entire enterprise.

So what does it mean that for our pending 25th wedding anniversary, Kevin & I have decided to go on a 285-kilometer hike in Wales? Are we quite daft? Wouldn’t it be better to lay on a chaise lounge on the deck of a ship?

It sounds good except for one detail…we’d both go quite mad after about 15 minutes. We’re not really a lay-by-the-pool couple.

Which brings me back to our little holiday here at the Watermark Beach Resort. We watched the people draping towels to mark their chairs as early as 7 am this morning. Not for us. Oh no.


Instead we decided to do a little hike. We started walking the Osoyoos Canal Trail at the Visitor center, reached the Desert Center, did a little interpretive loop there, and hiked back…13.5 sweaty kilometers through beautiful sage, vineyards, apple orchards and pepper farms; a lovely training trek for our upcoming hike in Wales.

There was a reward after we finished…a fabulous bowl of tomato-basil soup at Dolci Artisan Fare

And now? I’m thinking we might be a lay-by-the-pool couple after all. Perhaps a chaise lounge, a martini and my book. Maybe even a quick nap before dinner.

And who knows, if I’m lucky I just might get a silver chip-and-dip platter on the big day.