Sometimes your body screams at you so loud
there is no choice but to listen
and take heed.
I've long held the belief that the majority of modern day ailments in
Western society are, without a doubt, strongly linked to what we eat.
Or don't eat in some cases.
In the last 10 years or so I've had this belief put to the test within my own framework a
time or two, and if my current health adventure provides the same positive results that I
was blessed with before, I shall be kicking up my heels quite well thru this decade.
You know that expression about making lemonade, right?
A short tale follows ....
While over in America the other day (that's what we islanders call the mainland)
I found myself driving around in circles. Was a hot day (for here), just past 80F,
and I had my dear woofie with me in the car. She loves to travel so she goes
with me whenever possible. Anyhoo, on this particular afternoon I was taking
care of some body testing & adjusting and my fluffy one was in need of
a cool place to be parked while I was otherwise detained.
Hence the driving in circles.
Finally, rounding a corner somewhat near a park, I spotted a wide leafy stretch
of available curbside underneath the most magnificent trees. I was gonna
have to walk a fair bit to my destination, but the deliciously cool shady spot for my
dear fluffy one was absolutely worth the trek.
As I got out of the car and looked up to actually identify the gorgeous
canopy we were parked below, I stopped dead in my tracks.
For there we were underneath two enormous black walnut trees
which happened to be dropping all their fruits over sidewalk & parkway
in great profusion.
Now the backstory to my stopping dead in my tracks is that last year
I looked high and low for one of these trees because I wanted to try my hand at
brewing some black walnut dye - deep, dark, tannin-rich goodness.
I asked around amongst all my island friends - and they of their friends - and
even went so far as to place an ad in the local online news rag ...
"Who's got trees??"
Nada. None to be found.
Some suggested I go to eastern Washington where they're farmed in abundance
and then there was the ever present option of mail-order. But I was keen for local so I
finally put my little dream on the back burner & moved on to something else.
So this particular day, which could very easily have been viewed as one filled
with one lemon after another, suddenly had me grinning like an idiot on the roadside,
chuffed to no end that this part of my particularly grueling adventure had brought me to
the very trees I'd been seeking for so long.
All this to say (in my somewhat roundabout sort of way) there will be
a slight delay to my next posting of the 52 weeks : bead sketches installment.
I've been somewhat sidetracked by the inner voices so I'm more than a wee bit behind
although my iron cauldron is gratefully, now quite full.
I'll be calling this my black walnut "lemonade."