To my Mormor (Swedish for mother's mother). She is so beautiful and willing to learn and share with me on this raw trip. Mind you, my grandparents are pretty hip on the beginnings of the whole raw deal...Mormor loves her flax seeds and Morfar (mother's father) loves his smoothies in the vita-mix that they've had for ten years now (so I just learned). I feel so blessed to have the tools here, in Arizona, to make the juice and blends! Just recently, they had replaced their juicer and got the Omega Juicer. This morning was the first time we used it. I made green juice for us BUT, before we drank, we blessed the juice with that flying-fish-hands blessing. We shared a timeless moment this morning. As I was gathering the left over scraps and pulp, we were talking about composting. I told her that they could get one of those compost barrels and start making their own compost. Just before I was about to throw the left over green goodness away she said, "Well, why don't we start right now." We walked to the backyard and she mixed it into the ground dirt. "That felt good," she said, "I always feel guilty throwing away compost material." I gave her a huge hug. My grandparents, even though they have a sweet tooth and have tons of little devil sugar candies and cookies around, I love them for who they are. They are me and I am them...we are one! Unity is badass!
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this reminds me of a yogic saying...that the highest birth is to be born into a family of yogis. seems like your family are all yogis actually..to have your grandparents be down to what we are doing is nothing short of a miracle! plus your mom and your sister doing this work-and even your dad is interested in it.
yeah, they might not be perfect. but, wow!
my grandma was kosher and chain smoked and lived on rye bread and black coffee.(ooh coffee, god i miss coffee!!!) I miss you too tons THUNDER!
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