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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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International Women’s Day

 
 

“The fastest way to change society is to mobilize the women of the world. “Charles Malik

 

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Trip Planning

Absinthe anyone?

Absinthe anyone?

“…arrival had kept its interest. Excitement dwindling, curiousity had increased. Occasion revived an illusion of discovery, as if one woke in a strange room to wonder afresh not only where but who one was; to shed assumptions, even certainties.” 

- from The Great Fire by Shirley Hazzard

 

I am so often guilty of assumptions. Hell, I am so often just plain guilty. Period. (Probably best to leave that topic for another time.)

Last night I was dining with new and old friends at Diva at the Met. We had a crazy-good five-course meal with wine pairings. Perhaps that’s why the conversation was so much fun?

Then again, it might have been the pre-dinner cocktail at the Hawksworth Bar. In honour of that day’s blog post about death, I had the Corpse Reviver #2 martini.  I was most assuredly revived once I was finished that drink.

At one point in the evening I mentioned how I loved using Yelp.  No one had heard of it.

Which brings me back to those assumptions. Recently, I was talking to a girlfriend, and I said, “Don’t you just love a great massage?”  When she told me she’d never had a massage I nearly fell down. I realize now it’s pretty stupid to think that everyone has access to these things but I just assumed that she was someone who would have been to a spa at some point in her life.

And why did I assume that? Because I’ve had about a zillion massages and spa visits. Talk about projecting your own experiences.

So. No more assumptions.

I called this post Trip Planning because I thought of all the things I like to do when planning a trip and thought maybe I shouldn’t assume everyone knows this stuff. So at the risk of stating the obvious, I’m going to start with Yelp.

I love Yelp for finding any thing, any where in Vancouver, though obviously it works a lot more places than here. It is a great way to get first-hand helpful information in one spot.

Trip Advisor is also great. Hotels are vying for top ratings on Trip Advisor more than almost any other measurement. It it the endorsement of choice.

As well, I am a recent convert to Twitter. I’m still not quite sure how to keep up to it all, but I do know that hashtag searches (#) are a great way to find current info. So if I put in the #Vancouver, I can find everything that is currently being talked about under that subject heading.

And at the risk of sounding biased, I also believe that blogs are a godsend for planning a trip. On my last trip to India, our entire month of travel was based on two blogs; the ashram recommended in Breathe, Dream Go and the wonderful 10-Year Itch blog that morphed from a friendly back-and-forth blog chat, to Madhu planning every detail of our two-week itinerary with his newly-created travel company.

I’m always looking for other great ways to help with planning a trip. Any other suggestions?

Please don’t assume I already know what you’re going to tell me.

 

 

 

Hot Stuff – Ashram After Effects

 

Card Game in Rishikesh

Cards on the Streets of Rishikesh

 

Regular readers know that my very recent life in the ashram was pretty hot…sweaty, dripping hot.

If I had done a little more research, we might have arrived around late October/early November and enjoyed cooler days and clearer skies…However, research about a destination has never been my strong suit. I’m sort of the ‘show-up-and-see-what’s-there kind of traveler.

I can hear all the ‘real’ travel writers sniffing disdainfully about now. But there ya go. I am what I yam, as Popeye used to say.

I learned to embrace the heat by deciding to simply change my thinking. It worked. And I began to almost enjoy the full body sweat. In fact, I was liking it enough to announce to my fellow Ann(e)s that I would be taking regular steam baths when I got home. “This has got to be good for you,” said I. Oh yes, I’m always full of announcements and pronouncements; usually to my later chagrin. But that is another topic altogether.

The fact was that it was a good contextual shift that helped me with the hot reality. Besides, I got to feel very Zen and self-righteous to be okay with it all. And, being self-righteous is my Mennonite birth-right (one that I’m working hard to get rid of…but I’m also telling the truth here, so there it is. (See the Popeye quote above).

Still, in spite of the aforementioned self-righteous thing, it’s a good thing I developed this ability because it seems my perimenopausal body has taken that Indian heat and decided to test whether I really, truly am one with it.

Put another way? The hot flashes are here and going strong.

Now.

Back in my mother’s day, this was not a topic for discussion. I’m really not sure where the shame and taboo comes in on this. The facts are the facts, ma’am. And the facts are that waves of heat take me over like I’ve been dropped into a heat wave in downtown Delhi. It is a thing to behold.

So, I’ve decided to take the “Embracing the Experience” paradigm shift one step further. Now, when the heat hits, I use it as a Pavlovian-reminder of our sweaty days at the ashram and all that I learned there.

I accept what is and know that complaining changes nothing…but smiling about a memory from those lentil-days transforms the flash into a flood of good thoughts and memories.

So, if you see me fanning myself furiously, just ask me what’s new at the ashram…because that’s where I’ll be.

From Delhi to Yesterday

Power Issues

Why are there blackouts?

I have flown forever…Delhi to Singapore to Beijing to Vancouver and somehow have arrived at what was Delhi’s yesterday. I find it best not to grapple with those thoughts of date lines and flying ahead of the sun. It spins my brain into a knot. And considering my eyes feel perilously close to crossing and my head stuffed with a soggy sponge in lieu of a brain, it’s probably best not to think too hard.

However, I’m determined to remain upright as long as possible so that I’ll hopefully sleep through the night. I’m optimistic that the melatonin will help…

We had a slow start on the last day of our Indian travels…enough time for Karen Ann to organize the last details of her Delhi doggie rescue and for the rest of us to lounge about at The Visaya…another amazingly serene hotel that was organized for us by Madhu @ 10 Year Itch (I still can’t believe how serendipitous it was to find that blog and suddenly become their first clients for their new India travel company).

I haven’t talked too much about the hotels because a) I’m constantly gobsmacked by some other seemingly impossible revelation that India is throwing at us or, b) there has been relatively few opportunities to post a blog at all.

Castle Mandawa

Drinks at the Bar

But pulling up to each of these properties has been some of the highlights of our stay. Every time we think, “This is it. This is the best place we’ve stayed.”

But then our wonderful chauffeur (a chauffeur for crying out loud!) Mr. Datar Singh, pulls up to the next palace hotel or Zen-modern classic like The Visaya, and once again we’re enthralled.

Packages - India

Another Day in the Life...

At each property, we step out of the cacophony of all that is India and into an insulated bubble of beauty.

There is no getting around the disparity between our existence and so many of the poor that surrounded us.

Just the very fact of having the wherewithal to fly halfway around the world means we are wealthier than most people on the planet.

The fact that most of the mansion-like hotels are cheaper than a run-down motel in Vancouver is not the point. But then I don’t really know what the point is…except…I don’t know how to reconcile these parallel planets that can contain my existence with all its attendant luxuries with a world that includes a woman whose day includes carrying a huge bundle of grasses on her head?

This is much worse than trying to figure out time zones, because when I try to wrap my mind around these things, I am suddenly met with nothing but the sound of silence. The kind of mind-breaking silence that Zen-koans are known to inspire.

Throughout our stay at the ashram, the Swami said that all answers are contained by going deeply into that silence.

Perhaps it’s time to just sit and hold that quiet.