Recent reflections and adventures…

…as recorded (for the most part) in my journal last night while sipping tea at the Muddy Cup:

  • If whiskey is a poor man’s Prozac, then chamomile tea is a poor poor man’s whiskey. Or do I have this completely backwards?
  • Regarding the imminent culmination of my teacher training: One of the benefits of doing a training this way, stretched out over many months interspersed with day to day life, is that one’s usual issues continue to arise, but because of one’s ongoing studies, one is impelled to use a new set of tools to deal with them. Life becomes the crucible of practice. Life becomes the mat, and then, suddenly it becomes clear that there is no mat, and maybe there never was.
  • I successfully executed a stealth sconing on Friday. I took off from work for the day, woke up early, made pumpkin ginger scones, and dropped them off on the doorstop of an old friend who I hadn’t seen in a while (and whose birthday it was).
  • My first CSA distribution of the season is today. Huzzah! I can’t wait to see what I’m going to get (in addition to mounds and mounds of greens).
  • Afghanada

    So I’ve been listening to the radio drama Afghanada on the CBC every morning at 11:30 (shhhh… don’t tell my boss), and it has drawn me in completely. Two grunts and their sergeant, delivering aid, having cultural clashes, getting into fire fights, as part of the Canadian peace keeping mission in Afghanistan. The back drop of Canadians in Afghanistan is interesting enough, but it’s the human drama that really grabs me. This ain’t Melrose Place, folks. This is a drama about people with actual real world problems, people who get themselves stuck in very bad situations over and over again because it’s their job, and not a job that they can quit. People who have to deal with their own personal shit and can’t let it control them because there are much bigger issues at stake. It’s been making me feel a bit better about my own crap. It’s refreshing to see that someone else understands that sometimes you’re in a bad situation, you can’t get out of it, can’t really make it much better, just have to get through it as well as you can, trying not to harm anyone else. Check it out!

    I noticed that in the tag line for this blog, I mentioned dining, though I haven’t actually followed up on that and written anything on that subject. Well… I like food! How’s that for a solid start? I don’t actually have much to say about dining. I have a CSA share which has been providing me with ridiculous amounts of produce for the past few months; that’s been great. I love the idea (and the act) of getting food from local sources; knowing the people who grew it, the land it was grown on, others in the community eating from the same crops. I love the fact that buying a CSA share stems the tide of unsustainable development, and keeps farmers on their land. Also, the food is amazing, and I’ve been eating things that I’d never heard of before, can’t pronounce, and/or would never have thought to buy, otherwise. Huguenot Street Farms