Crystal Clear

We bought a food share this summer. It’s a half share of vegetables from a local organic farm. (Read more about Community Supported Agriculture)

Each week we get a box of veggies that were ready this week. And so we have to eat them. Even if we don’t like them or even know what they are.

Part of eating all we get is that I don’t want to waste the food I’ve bought and paid for. Part of it is the fun and the adventure! This is what is in season and locally grown. It’s nutritious and good for me, so I better eat it!

My husband doesn’t like snap peas. I’m not crazy about them. But they came this week. So we ate them. (Not lots; we’ll try to get through them all before they go bad.)

I made ’spinach’ dip (the stuff that goes with bread) but from swiss chard, because that’s what I have right now. You can’t tell the difference, that’s for sure! So many of our items can easily be swapped for others – recipes are very flexible.

Choice is good. But in North America we must have choice, we demand it, and now we have no idea what is grown around where we live and when, nor the amount of energy it takes to get watermelon to Ontario in February.

This disconnect is lessening for me as I am more connected to a farm that grows the food I eat. And I’m glad.

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Get used to it. They always do. It seems it is our nature to try to stop change. (nothing new here!)

It’s easiest then to just decide to accept this and prepare myself for it.

All the things I like, enjoy, want to keep: I need to be prepared they will not continue.

There are somethings I’ll hold on to, but more and more that list is shrinking. My belief in God – I need to hold on to that. My commitment to my marriage vows – I’ll fight to keep those.

But most of the rest? Even the mundane stuff like eating oatmeal every day for breakfast since I was in third grade (that’s a lot of oatmeal) I need to prepared to lose because things change.

I love to sail, and want to keep doing it for the rest of my life. But maybe that is something I’ll have to give up, because something else, something bigger, something from the stuff I won’t let change, will mean I may have to.

And so I need to constantly remind myself to be prepared that things will change. Enjoy the things I like while I have them. Keeping saying to myself one of my husband’s favourite quotes: “Blessed are the flexible; for they will not be bent out of shape.” (Not sure the origins of this, Google seemed to have many)

Blessed are the flexible.

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