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Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Dia de los Muertos


A few days ago was the day of the Dead, or " Dia de los Muertos".  It is on November 2nd, every year, a day when the people of Mexico and a few other countries, celebrate their dead.  There are numerous traditions involving processions, arts and crafts, food, and plenty more, that take place as a way of celebrating those who are no longer with us.  It is always a joyous and colorful event.

My mother raised my brothers and I to be very aware and in touch with death.  From a very young age, she would take us to the funerals of people we knew who had passed away.   I once overheard her say to someone who asked why she had brought us,  that death was as natural as life, and that we needed to be exposed to it, in order to understand that.  She also worked closely with death herself.  For a few years, when I was just a little girl, she was a forensic pathologist.  Later on, she started to work in palliative medicine, merging her medical knowledge with her spiritual, to help people move on to "the other side" with as little pain as possible.

So to me, death has always been just that, a part of life.  That is not to say that when I have lost loved ones I haven't been sad.  I understand that mourning is an important process in order to let go.  However, I agree with the culture of the Day of the Dead, in that we need to celebrate the lives, the memory, and the love of those who have passed, instead of lingering in the sadness of having lost them.

I have been wanting to make this celebration a tradition in mine and my husband's lives for a few years now, but between moving around and not having set schedules, time has gone by without doing so.
Last year that began to change.  My friend Nichol's birthday is on that day.  A friend of hers had told her how wonderful the parade that takes place in the Mission District in San Francisco for this day is, so she decided this is what she wanted to do for her birthday.  I luckily had the night off, so I painted my face and dressed up, got my day of the dead figurine maraca, and met up with my friend where the parade starts at.  We paraded from beginning to end, dancing, singing, chanting, laughing.  The energy was spectacular! People from all walks of life and all ages were gathered in celebration.  There were costumes, there were candles, there were flowers, there were bands and dancers, like a walking "Cirque du Soleil" with regular people as the performers.  It was fantastic!

Unfortunately, this year, I had to work.  But I decided that not being able to be a part of the parade did not mean I couldn't celebrate this day and our dead.
So before leaving the house in the morning, I set the table with a little altar for our loved ones that have moved on.  I got pictures of them, and arranged them in a pretty fashion with some fresh Calendulas,  the few dead of the dead figurines I own, and and apple from my friend's yard as an offering.

When we got home from work, I dressed up (although I decided to skip the face painting this time after a long day of cooking) , and Jason and I had dinner at the table, and cheered with beer to our loved ones who are no longer with us.
We talked about them, we laughed at the memories, and we enjoyed a delicious meal, in honor of all of those we love who are dead.
As the souvenir from one of their funeral states: " Just because I am out of sight, I shouldn't be out of your thoughts.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Spring Cleaning

My relationship to food could be described as a lifelong, deep, loving friendship.  Since I can remember I have loved to eat.  Although as I child I definitely had my fair share of items in the "I don't like" list, as years have gone by, I have come to appreciate almost everything as far as food is concerned.
Other than a few teenage and young adult diets in my past, I have never believed in depriving my body of  delicious wholesome foods. When others are concerned about too much fat and skinless chicken breast is their go to protein, I am comfortably enjoying bacon, butter and pork belly without any guilt.
I am however, rather strict about  processed foods and meats and vegetables raised and grown with pesticides, chemicals and antibiotics, or in other ways that are harmful to the animals themselves, the environment, and ultimately, humans.
So, I use my knowledge and other tools provided to me by years of cooking, research, and the luxury of living in Northern California, where all these beautiful, sustainably and humanly produced foods are available, to make conscious choices for my nourishment.
That being said, there are a few things that I do feel I consume a bit more than is probably healthy.
The main one is Sugar. Although we go back and forth about natural sugar versus corn syrup and other artificial sweeteners, the fact of the matter is, no refined sugar is actually good for you. And an even stronger fact is: they are in everything. On any given day, we consume a much higher amount than we should, mostly without even noticing it.
I also cannot function properly without accomplishing my daily morning ritual of a hot cup of Dominican coffee (with at least 2 full teaspoons of raw cane sugar) while I read Newsweek or Yoga Journal and slowly wake up and get ready for my day.
As far as alcohol is concerned, I don't have a hard time at all leaving it out of my diet, but at the same time, I don't usually go more than a few days at a time without at least a glass of wine or a beer.
So, in an attempt to give our bodies a fresh start this Spring, a friend and I mutually recruited each other to go on a detox cleanse together.
Because of my beliefs in food as nourishment, I would only agree to one in which we are only depriving ourselves from the "bad" foods, and where we can eat all we want of the "good" ones. That way, while our bodies are going into shock from lack of caffeine or sugar, we are at least still properly nourished, and our caloric intake is still appropriate for our daily expended energy.
It is actually rather simple: for three days, only eat fruits, vegetables, whole grains, legumes and nuts. Olive oil (and other nutritious vegetable and nut oils) salt and spices are accepted for seasoning.
We each had to choose three "toxins" we wanted to avoid during the cleanse. I choose Coffee, Sugar and Alcohol. She choose Alcohol, Coffee and Chocolate. At the end of the three days, we are free to reintroduce anything we want into our diet, or, if we feel we want to prolong it, keep going with the cleanse for as long as we wish.
It is currently the morning of day 2.  Although I haven't technically broken any rules, I feel like I have cheated a bit.  As far as the sugar is concerned, I have stuck to it. Same with the alcohol.
The coffee however, is another story.  I had the hardest time waking up yesterday.  My head was foggy and I felt almost drunk experiencing low energy and uncoordinated movements.  At about 2pm I started to get a headache.  Although I used to be prone to very chronic ones, as well as occasional migraines, I must happily report it had been months since my last one.  Every hour that went by, it got worse and worse...Pounding, throbbing....Around dinner time, I could barely walk, talk or open my eyes.  That's when I decided I had to take a pain killer.  Although it kind of defeats the purpose of a detox to willingly pop a little pill full of toxins into my mouth, I knew from my history, if I didn't take anything, it would not go away, at the moment, or the next day.
I laid down for an hour or so, and I waited for it to take effect.  As is started to dissipate a little, I got up, finished my dinner, and went to sleep.  I woke up around 6 this morning, with a faint pain still in action.
That's when I decided I would cheat yet again.  If I am planning on reintroducing coffee right away after my three days are done, then why put myself through debilitating pain? So I had a cup of green tea this morning.
A little less caffeine than my cup of delicious Dominican coffee, but hopefully enough to prevent me from getting another headache.  Almost instantly after finishing it, the little pain remaining started to slowly evaporate.  A I write these words, I am definitely still a bit foggy, but at least I am not in pain anymore.
There is a wonderful Yoga teacher who says that how you practice your yoga, is how you do everything in life. In my practice, I have learned to be open minded. I practice 6 days, but my day off is not set: I allow the week, my life, and it's casualties to inform me of which day I need to take that rest the most.
I don't plan what type of practice I will do on any given day, instead I let my body and mind, as well as my emotions, tell me what it is that they need. I don't push myself, I listen from within.
   The old me, would have dealt with that horrible headache, and strictly avoided all caffeine, no matter how much pain or discomfort it brought on.  I am happy to report that the present me, is a little more compassionate to itself.  Life is short, and you never know when it will be over.  What's the point of giving my body a break if while doing it I force it into excruciating pain that doesn't let it function?
So I enjoyed my cup of tea, and I will have another tomorrow.  On the other side of it, eating only fruits, vegetables and grains has made me feel great.  Maybe at the end of tomorrow I will choose to keep going with it for a few more days.  Maybe I will stick to green tea instead of coffee for a few more.  It's hard to say, as I am not sure what my body will be telling me in the future.  All I know, is no matter what it is, I will listen.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Accepting the unexpected.

Nothing about today was what I expected.  It was a day full of simple little deviations on the plan. I woke up later than usual. Instead of relieving my bladder first thing after getting out of bed, I smelled poop as soon as I stepped into the bathroom, and after sniffing around for a few seconds found the culprit: a nice pile of rather soft cat shit behind the toilet.
 Instead of saying hi to my husband with a quiet hug while we waited for our coffees, I went in the kitchen to get the paper towels and cleaning spray...Then I cleaned up some soft shit...Some nice, stinky, runny shit...
I sent some emails before I did yoga. I worked out before I cleaned. I had lunch before I normally do.
Then I ran some errands. I answered the phone to find out my friend's parents are getting a divorce. It was hot and muggy instead of cold and rainy outside. I ran the errands, got home, planned my yoga class for later that afternoon. My husband got home, got inspired and invited our friends over for a drink. It was nice to see them. We talked, and before I knew it it was time for my yoga class and the phone was ringing.
My student/friend had brought a painting I had commissioned her to do. It looked nothing like I had expected it to, but I fell in love with it immediately upon laying eyes on it.
Class went by faster than I could explain. And afterwards, we sat and talked, and somehow ended up hanging out for over two hours. There were unexpected fried chicken sandwiches our friends had brought over earlier, so we had dinner, some wine, and talked about our lives, our art, our families, our relationships.
Wednesdays are normally not like this, but our talk, and our hanging out, was just what the doctor ordered.
The day had been so different, yet I had accepted every second of it. I didn't try to fight any of the derailing, I just focused on being present and dealing with everything one step at a time. In the end, it ended up being a wonderful day, perhaps because I was so present and accepting.
As I thought of my day, I thought of relationships, and how we have such a hard time accepting the unexpected when it comes to family, friends or even significant others.
I once had a friend name Michelle. I made a mistake, hurt her feelings, and lost her. I beat myself up, I asked for forgiveness to no avail, and tried to practice acceptance for myself, for my mistakes, for my imperfections and the fact that I had simply fucked up. It took time, and lots of energy, but eventually, I let go and forgave myself.
Today, as my friend and I talked about mistakes and regrets, I thought of Michelle. I realized, that just like today, what happened between her and I was unexpected by both of us.
Nonetheless it was life, and we are humans, living life. And humans are not perfect. We make mistakes, and our strength is not in preventing them, but in how we react to them.
I realized, that just as our past relationships and the mistakes we make in them, teach us a little more about ourselves, about what we need in a relationship, and how to become a better version of ourselves maybe our past friendships and the mistakes we make in them, do the same. 
We live, we learn, we grow, and somehow we are more open and prepared for the people we will meet along the way. Maybe, the end of some friendships makes room for new ones, just like the end of a romance frees us for another one.
Loosing Michelle was painful, but I learned from my mistake, and as I chatted with my friend today  and in all honesty we revealed some of our deepest fears  I realized that something unexpected was happening yet again: I might have lost Michelle, but it seemed like I had found a new one.

Friday, January 7, 2011

No new things in the New Year

I do not usually make new year resolutions.  I feel that most often than not, when I used to do them, any derailing, as little as it might have been, was enough to make me give up and forget my commitment.
So one year I decided that there was no point to making any more resolutions if I was just going to break them.
A few weeks ago, however, I decided I would do an experiment for this new year.  I called it a plan, or a project.  I was inspired by my great friend Courtney, whom for her baby shower asked that no new presents be bought for her little girl. She wanted everything to be used, either acquired as a hand me down, or from a thrift shop.
Her wish got me thinking about how in this day and age, and particularly in this country, we go about our lives buying, buying and buying.  Most of the things we buy we don't need, some of them we end up never using, and so many times we are not even present when we unconsciously open our wallets, hand out the cash and end up with a random new thing.
I thought it would be a great exercise to see if I could change this pattern in my daily life.
For the duration of the year 2011, I will try to acquire as little new things as possible.
With the plan will come plenty of questions and conundrums, so I thought it would be best to set some ground rules to begin with.
I will allow myself to purchase new underwear, shoes, food, cleaning supplies and body care products.
In an effort to reduce my consumption, for these items that I am not willing or able to get used,  I will research brands that give part of their proceeds back to the environment or to a given charity.
I already buy toilet paper and paper towels made out of recycled post consumer paper.  Maybe I can go an extra step and try and use more cloth towels to clean.
I will learn as I go to retrain the mind from an impulse or thoughtless pattern, to a conscious decision on how I consume.
Challenges will arise as the days pass.
For example, I lost our camera on a flight back from our Christmas vacation.  My husband and I both take lots of pictures.  Now we don't have a camera.
I will start researching about buying a used one. Or maybe I will try to be without one for a few months and see how that goes.
The project not only entails being less consumer driven, but also being more creative.  I will figure out how I can use the things that we already have in different ways.
I will make more things as gifts instead of buying things.  Maybe I will start some sort of exchange program with friends or coworkers.
Whatever happens, I will actively try to use and acquire less.  I will make and effort to be less wasteful.
I often hear myself saying that we have everything that we need.  Yet we are always getting more things, that we don't need.
This will be an exercise in restraint, in figuring out how clear we can see the fine line between need and want, and hopefully, as the months pass and I practice this new lifestyle more and more, I will find ways of applying it to those areas in which new is necessary (such as food).
A few days ago at work, as I cleaned a case of beets, I admired how beautiful the greens were.  We only use the roots there, so I washed the leafs, and took some home with me.
As I write these words, a delicious beet greens soup is on the stove, ready to provide me with some warmth and nourishment.
Out with the new and in with the old! Here we go...