I have been thinking about this since Friday when I had to get some groceries. I left my peaceful farm and went into town to the great big shopping meg-la-thon (Walmart in this case). I had a list and started walking the aisles, putting the needed items in my cart. I watched the people around me. You can see a lot of things about people when they shop. You see their carts, their bodies, the kids. It made me feel dizzy and a little ill. I looked at the shelves, so full of things that make people sick over time. I looked at my cart; I had some junk in it since my family wanted to have a campfire and the yummy stuff associated with it. That made me feel even more ill. And then I made it to the cashier. That was far worse. Handing over money for junk is not my favorite thing, even though a little once in a while is fine, but it felt so wrong! Everyone around me looked cold and sick under the florescent lights, the whole place felt like zombie-land! The bright packaging couldn’t make up for it, the artificial flavors.
Yesterday I made a salad. I had a mix of greens with red and green and purple all mixed together. On top was cooked turkey, a variety of colored sweet peppers cut in rings, some tomatoes with little green chili pepper dices, a few black olives. It was such a delight to all my senses, made me feel happy, alive, healthy. It was so filling, both to my body and my eyes! I wish I had taken a picture of that salad, in the warmth and love of my home with family all around. I wish I could show all those people in the store what it feels like to shop in your garden instead of that zombie environment. I wish I could bring them into my home for a month and show them what real food tastes like, how a day spent working in the sun restores the body, or even a few hours every evening. How much people miss!