Whole Foods. May as well be the gateway to heaven. Fresh organic produce galore and a sample on every corner. It’s a non-GMO whole food health-nut party up in there and everyone's invited. I must have tried over 10 items on the corners of aisles today! Blood oranges, fresh vegetables, tortilla chips, olives, dips, spreads, crackers, cereal, you name it! I was literally strolling the streets of heaven with my little cart (yes I got the small one), this high quality stuff is expensive and I didn’t want to “over-fill” on impulse buys. Besides I just came in for my french vanilla coconut milk creamer, veganaisse (best mayo on the planet hands down), and some apples.
So this is how my mind goes:
Kale? Organic? Spendy but the leaves look so perky and fresh! In the cart it goes.
Is that really the price for a pound of oranges? I sample some slices. They are delightful. I want more but don’t want to linger around and look like someone coming into the store to mooch food. Guess I’ll buy some- oh look they have brown paper sacks all ready for people to grab, ok I’ll take one. That bag is heavy, wonder how many pounds it really is?
You mean they now have a coconut almond chia seed milk?! Brilliant! Yes please. Oh what’s that? Two for $6? Does that mean one is $3 or it’s the regular price of $3.99? Hmmm..better just take 2.
Oh looky, organic tortilla chips, a mix of yellow and blue, the best of both worlds! I do need to get rid of that salsa at home. Tossed in the cart.
And so it goes. 20 steps in the door and I was switching out my small cart for a large cart. Screw it, I’m being healthy here! Treating my body like the temple that it is!
I was feeling happy and giddy about all the wonderful products I was surrounded by and felt a wave of glee when I put them in the cart. I would have started skipping but didn’t want to look like a loony tune. But seriously. Have you ever eaten fresh organic dates? Mmmm..it’s like a caramelicious treat of sticky honey love! YUM. Ok so I had to get out of there before I went broke. I proceeded towards the check-out lane....
But not before I stopped by this lady at a table giving shot samples of these organic bottled juices. They had all these cute names like GLOW and GREEN SUPREME and consisted of all things nutritious such as kale, carrots, ginger, lemons, chia, spinach, mango, etc...Different stuff in every bottle. Of course I had to approach. I tried this kale apple juice and it was honestly delicious. I tried another. Loved that too! I said I’d buy a few. She was overjoyed that I was going to buy some, which I thought a bit odd. “So you’re sure you’re going to buy some right?” Yes I said. Even more strange was that she insisted on taking a photo of me holding the bottles of juice so she could text her boss the image and prove she was selling some. Sure whatever. On cue, I hold up the bottles in the air and give the best perky eyed, mouth in an open jawed smile of surprise and glee. So I’m all like modeling in random poses with these juice bottles and she’s snapping away on her ipad mini. YaY for juice! In the cart they go. Three of them. Thank god the cashier was 5 steps away!
So as I’m in line to check out I happen to peer over my shoulder at the actual “case of juice” on the refrigerated shelves, not the little display in a basket that this girl had in front of her. Is that right? That price can’t be right. $10.99 a bottle of juice?! A 16 oz. bottle of juice TEN NINETY-NINE. No shit. I squinted and re-opened my little eyeballs and I shit you not, they were $10.99. WTF?! I had 3 in my cart and if I put them back she’d see me. I mean, the juice was good, but not THAT good. F%#k.
So what did I do? Yes I bought the damn juice. I bought TWO of them. I gave the other one to the cashier and said “Oh, you know, I didn’t realize there was turmeric in this and I’m allergic to turmuric, could you put it back for me?” *Truth be told, I am obsessed with turmeric and take it daily--it is like gold to me. Lies lies lies.
So I’m still kicking myself for spending that kind of money on juice, especially since it sells for half that price on their website. Lies lies lies!
Those oranges though? OMG. They were so damn good that I would have paid triple for them. So all in all I’m still happy I stumbled into Whole Foods today and can honestly say, when it comes to “good food” money isn’t an issue because being healthy is the richest feeling in the world ;)
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Dreams are reality are dreams are reality: Last night's "Dreality"
‘Ever have those dreams that make you feel more alive than your actual waking life does? It’s as if your mind literally was transported to another place and woke up in some other awakened mode that felt more genuine than the average conscious state of mind does? I have them a lot.
I had one last night. It was my Mom again.
So the dream (or rather awakening in some other place) went like this:
I was walking past an old hotel type of building with crumbled bricks on the outside and a dilapidated door that hung off the hinges. Instinctively, I knew there was a room inside that I was to see. Just like that I felt the weight of a key fall into my pocket. I walked inside anddown this long hallway where I came unto a red door. I knew it was mine. I put the key in and it creaked open. Inside was the most magical looking bedroom you could imagine. Cozy to the core. The walls were lined with books up to the ceiling and the smell was of fresh rain. The ambiance bounced with golden flames from the fire and a sunrise peering through the large open window that displayed itself like a piece of art above the bed. And the bed, oh the bed was made of dreams and ruby red velvet blankets that looked like an over-sized pin-cushion. A huge chiffon canopy surrounded the whole big bodacious bed flowing around it like paradise and all I want to do was go lay down. But I didn’t.
Just like that an elderly woman was standing directly behind me. She had dark gray hair in the shape of mushroom on her head, tiny spectacles and a flowery dress. Her eyes looked familiar and yet I had no idea who she was,. She looked at me as if she had been waiting for me to get there and was relieved I finally arrived. She opened my hand as her cold yet soft fingers put a small square object in my hand. She simply said “I was supposed to give this to you.” Then she was gone. Poof. Disappeared.
There was a tiny square negative in my hand. It looked like a slide. I recognized this. I would get these in the little envelope after I had my photos developed in the old way before digital cameras and computers! Back in the days of film! (Something my Mom used) But what was this? Why did she give it to me? I immediately walked to this huge window and put it up to the light to try and make out the image.
I could tell right away it was my Mom’s hair and the shape of her face. I moved the tiny negative around different angles of the sky to try and get the best view of it I could. Her eyes. I wanted to see her eyes. I was determined. Suddenly the glass from the window turned to air and I felt a breeze. I jumped over the window sill and out into the lush garden with a gorgeous blue sky. I tried to angle the tiny square image over the different colors of blue in the sky to try and match the shade of my Mom’s eyes to the correct blue. She had that perfect blue eye. Just like that, I got it. The irises turned this beautiful blue and the rest of the image came to life with color...
Then I could smell her hair and I knew she was there. For real. My hand that held the tiny negative was now flooded with light and my palm got really hot. Only the right hand. And just like that she was there. Standing in full body form right next to me. I hugged her and felt this overwhelming sense of peace knowing she was there. She was beautiful. Young and gentle. Relaxed, content, and secure. We looked at each other and didn’t say anything but I was thinking things and she was hearing them. It was a conversation that didn’t need words. Our minds took over what our throats couldn’t release. We held each other and then I started bawling uncontrollably, so hard I couldn’t breathe or speak. I could hear myself weeping and it felt really really good inside. We were locked in this hug that felt like a strong force of impenetrable acceptance and love. Then I woke up. I could feel tears trickling in my ears and it tickled.
When I woke, my right hand was on fire (not with flames, but heat), my eyes were soaked with tears and my heart was in a state of complete elation. The scent of her hair lingered around my body and I could feel a presence beside me.
I laid there with 100% certainty that I had just spent a moment with my Mom. It felt miraculously euphoric. The most meaningful part about all of this is that even though she is not here in the physical world, she still senses exactly when I need her. It's crazy actually. Dead, alive, whatever, my Mom will never stop looking over me and I know she’s probably loving the fact that I wrote about this. I know you are guarding my every waking moment here on earth, I will never doubt that! And yes Mom, there will always be room for you in my blogs...
It’’s not all about sex, sarcasm and fashion.... (until tomorrow)
I had one last night. It was my Mom again.
So the dream (or rather awakening in some other place) went like this:
I was walking past an old hotel type of building with crumbled bricks on the outside and a dilapidated door that hung off the hinges. Instinctively, I knew there was a room inside that I was to see. Just like that I felt the weight of a key fall into my pocket. I walked inside anddown this long hallway where I came unto a red door. I knew it was mine. I put the key in and it creaked open. Inside was the most magical looking bedroom you could imagine. Cozy to the core. The walls were lined with books up to the ceiling and the smell was of fresh rain. The ambiance bounced with golden flames from the fire and a sunrise peering through the large open window that displayed itself like a piece of art above the bed. And the bed, oh the bed was made of dreams and ruby red velvet blankets that looked like an over-sized pin-cushion. A huge chiffon canopy surrounded the whole big bodacious bed flowing around it like paradise and all I want to do was go lay down. But I didn’t.
Just like that an elderly woman was standing directly behind me. She had dark gray hair in the shape of mushroom on her head, tiny spectacles and a flowery dress. Her eyes looked familiar and yet I had no idea who she was,. She looked at me as if she had been waiting for me to get there and was relieved I finally arrived. She opened my hand as her cold yet soft fingers put a small square object in my hand. She simply said “I was supposed to give this to you.” Then she was gone. Poof. Disappeared.
There was a tiny square negative in my hand. It looked like a slide. I recognized this. I would get these in the little envelope after I had my photos developed in the old way before digital cameras and computers! Back in the days of film! (Something my Mom used) But what was this? Why did she give it to me? I immediately walked to this huge window and put it up to the light to try and make out the image.
I could tell right away it was my Mom’s hair and the shape of her face. I moved the tiny negative around different angles of the sky to try and get the best view of it I could. Her eyes. I wanted to see her eyes. I was determined. Suddenly the glass from the window turned to air and I felt a breeze. I jumped over the window sill and out into the lush garden with a gorgeous blue sky. I tried to angle the tiny square image over the different colors of blue in the sky to try and match the shade of my Mom’s eyes to the correct blue. She had that perfect blue eye. Just like that, I got it. The irises turned this beautiful blue and the rest of the image came to life with color...
Then I could smell her hair and I knew she was there. For real. My hand that held the tiny negative was now flooded with light and my palm got really hot. Only the right hand. And just like that she was there. Standing in full body form right next to me. I hugged her and felt this overwhelming sense of peace knowing she was there. She was beautiful. Young and gentle. Relaxed, content, and secure. We looked at each other and didn’t say anything but I was thinking things and she was hearing them. It was a conversation that didn’t need words. Our minds took over what our throats couldn’t release. We held each other and then I started bawling uncontrollably, so hard I couldn’t breathe or speak. I could hear myself weeping and it felt really really good inside. We were locked in this hug that felt like a strong force of impenetrable acceptance and love. Then I woke up. I could feel tears trickling in my ears and it tickled.
When I woke, my right hand was on fire (not with flames, but heat), my eyes were soaked with tears and my heart was in a state of complete elation. The scent of her hair lingered around my body and I could feel a presence beside me.
I laid there with 100% certainty that I had just spent a moment with my Mom. It felt miraculously euphoric. The most meaningful part about all of this is that even though she is not here in the physical world, she still senses exactly when I need her. It's crazy actually. Dead, alive, whatever, my Mom will never stop looking over me and I know she’s probably loving the fact that I wrote about this. I know you are guarding my every waking moment here on earth, I will never doubt that! And yes Mom, there will always be room for you in my blogs...
It’’s not all about sex, sarcasm and fashion.... (until tomorrow)
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