The Road to 65, Mile 285: Kombucha and Quixote

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September 8, 2015, Prescott- I have a couple of pieces of starter for kombucha. It is a sort of fermented tea that, combined with organic, unrefined sugar, and mixed with the starter, will be a very strong digestive aid. Penny and I made it, around 2006-7, and used it for both of our abdominal well-being. I will do this again.

This, and milk-based kefir, were the topics of a Slow-Food Prescott gathering, this evening. Of course, there were a wealth of GMO-Free and organic dishes, as part of the festivities. Given the pressure that our U.S. House of Representatives, and various conservative judges, around the globe, are putting on us to force the public to buy Genetically-Modified products, I think we need to have more events like this, to safeguard our health. Someone asked, not long ago, if I would go to jail for my beliefs. This is one area where I would do so. No one tells me what to eat.

I heard on the radio that this year marks the 400th Anniversary of the publication of “Don Quixote de la Mancha”. Miguel de Cervantes wrote of the consequences of a belatedly examined life, and of how a man’s not living his dream, until late in life, leads to so many bouts of foolishness. Don Quixote’s idealization of the chivalrous life is not so different from the modern day fascination with Super Heroes. I was surprised, as an adolescent, when none of the Classics Illustrated comic books, which I relished, included a version of “Don Quixote”. I didn’t read the novel until my third year in university, and I read it in Spanish.

I wonder at times, whether all we do to counteract the power structure in this world is actually a tad quixotic. My heart, though, tells me “No, keep going. Our children deserve a better, less materialistic system.” So, onward I will tilt my lance.

The Road to 65, Mile 284: Treasured Hearts

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September 7, 2015, Prescott-

Mild goes the day,

With grilled meats and light rain.

Friends’ hearts beat loudly,

From both near and far.

Some happy, others forlorn,

I treasure all, for none have I scorn.

The wish I have,

To be there for all,

Sits like a chimera,

Fleetingly, atop the wall.

The Road to 65, Mile 279: The Sky Is No Longer A Limit

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September 2, 2015, Prescott- Wayne W. Dyer passed to the Spirit Realm on Saturday. In my early, and some fitful, attempts to make sense of my then-tortuous life, I read two books recommended me by a paternal uncle: Thomas Harris’s “I’m Okay, You’re Okay”, and Wayne Dyer’s “Your Erroneous Zones”. I might have done well to re-read the latter, during the decade 2000-2009. It would have saved a lot of erroneous behaviour.

Dr. Dyer never gave up on humanity, or on himself, purging his body of leukemia, via natural toxin-flushing diet and exercise, and a regular meditation and self-accounting, leading to needed changes in his daily routine. It didn’t hurt that he lived for many years on Maui, but no place is perfect, and everyone needs to take responsibility for him/herself. Wayne Dyer did so, with a most intense elan.

I choose to remember him with a particular quote: 2. “If you believe it will work out, you’ll see opportunities. If you believe it won’t you will see obstacles.” This has been the driving force of my life, over the past four years, starting with the moment that I was seemingly left with next to nothing, in September, 2011. He was right; it worked out, and will continue so.

Wayne W. Dyer approached his impending death, early last month, by saying he was looking forward to the journey. May he shower us all with waves of opportunity-recognizing energy.