The most erroneous stories are those we
think we know best - and therefore never
scrutinize or question.-Stephen
I stood curbside on Alii Drive this
past Saturday, watching
Triathletes go by during the marathon
portion of the race. I was by myself so I
but overhear the conversations around me and
became acutely aware of
the stories that accompanied the runners and the
that surrounded them. It was quite a contrast.
There was the cheerful group of Brits who
the south and north bound lanes for "Muppet" and
engaged themselves with other bystanders as they
cheered and clapped for the runners. Of
were the loudest when their muppet, Chrissie
Wellington (first place finisher in the women's
division) came by.
Later in the day, I stood near two women who
spoke no more than three words an hour. They
clap or cheer like the rest of us, they just
Then the younger of the two stepped toward
and waved to a runner who slowed down to
man told her that he was having a terrible race
because his body had peaked four weeks ago!
slowly made his way back onto the course, she
appeared as dejected as he sounded and took
the older woman as they slowly walked away.
Much later, a friend and I were in touch by
phone as we followed her son's progress
GPS system. He slowed down, even stopping at
because of a digestive problem but his mother
sure that he would finish. "He's been through
more than this before, this is nothing. He'll
himself and walk if he has to, he'll just be
in a bit later
than he expected."
I began to think about the words I'd
heard all day,
the athletes' stories told in news articles
and by race
commentators. We tell and hear stories
our lives. Some we believe, some we remember and
many, we live. Through the course of a
become so intricately woven that we don't
know if a
story told to us has become us or vice versa.
Others have wondered too as "researchers
strong correlations between the content of
current lives and the stories they tell.
Those with mood
problems have many good memories, but these
scenes are usually tainted by some dark
contrast, so-called generative adults - those
score highly on tests measuring
and who are likely to be energetic and
involved - tend
to see many of the events in their life in
order, as linked by themes of redemption. They
flunked sixth grade but met a wonderful
made honor roll in seventh. They were laid
divorce, only to meet a wonderful new
too, they say they felt singled out from very
life - protected, even as others nearby
seek and huddle with people who enjoy the same
stories, much the way sports fans do?
think that the stories we tell are shaped by
that guide our questions. If this weekend's
athletes and their cheering sections are proof,
I'd tell you to
look around at the people who surround you.
they reflect who you think you are?
"Oh, and you know what?" my friend
continued about her son, "he injured his calf
few days ago
but we didn't mention it...it's not part of
the story." About
an hour later, I watched him run across the
with no perceptible limp or hint of fatigue.
"The two biggest sellers in bookstores are the cookbooks and the diet books. The cookbooks tell you how to prepare the food and the diet books tell you how not to eat any of it." --Andy Rooney
After I came back from my last trip, my body had a strong desire for water, fresh fruits and vegetables. Perhaps my cells were parched by the desert heat or actually in need of certain nutrients. Whatever the reason, I welcomed the change because I felt lighter and brighter.
Then during the last yoga workshop, the therapeutic applications of the Mother Sequence and other specific postures, were usually coupled with suggestions for meals. Fruit for breakfast and fruit at tea time (4-5pm). Lunch and dinner should begin with fruit or a vegetable salad before any cooked foods are consumed, the fresh foods making up a half or more of the volume of the meals. Luckily for me, my body made up my mind for me.
I've also learned that it's what you feel when you eat that is more important than what you eat so I've been looking for more ways to feel good about my food. Adding veracity to Andy Rooney's statement, I bought a couple of new cookbooks (do books on raw foods qualify as cookbooks?) and find myself out foraging every other day or two. It's become a welcome practice as I look for more sources of food.
The Keauhou Farmers Market that's held at the Keauhou Shopping Center every Saturday from 8am to 12 noon is now my Top Shop, edging past Amazon.com because of instant gratification from my purchases. The feel good factor is that I'm taking steps to Eat Local . Foods are fresher, less energy has been consumed to get the food from the farm to my table and I'm supporting the people in my own neighborhood. What a beautiful concept.
As I was hunting and gathering on the Internet, I found out that there's going to be an Eat Local Challenge held nationally during the month of September. I just love it when everything rolls out in front of me like a red carpet. I'm beginning to think that the carpet has been out there for a long time, I just had to turn a little more to the right and take a step.
At the end of the work day (pau hana) these friends toss a couple of cans of beer into coolers and head down to the shore at the Natural Energy Lab. They spend a few hours with hook, line and sinker, in and out of the water. When the sun goes down, their time is up and they head home to their separate lives.
Sometimes they catch fish, but most of the time they just reconnect to the sounds and smells of a simpler life.