Food, Glorious Food ..

Or, A Steak Through Your Heart

It’s National Vegetarian Week! So, here are a couple scary anecdotes from eating abroad and that wonderful mix of substances we often take for granted .. and some stuff for the cynically inclined ..

A few months ago while staying with a group of Kurdish university students I was treated to a homemade meal called çiğ köfte (pronounced chi koftey) that they organized especially for my visit. I arrived with a friend, the only one amongst the group who spoke conversational English, and after changing into the slippers I was offered at the door and ritually washing, sat on the floor alongside several others who had gathered for the feast.

In the middle of the beautiful woven carpets that covered the floor was a large silver tray the size and shape of an extra large deep pan pizza dish with a sharply corrugated bottom. One of the men poured a bag of bulgur wheat grain similar to couscous into the pan, and after adding a little water began the lengthy time-consuming rolling and kneading the grain into a lump of pasty dough.

 

Although language presented a barrier to complex discussion it was still possible to enjoy each other’s company, and with my few words of Turkish and their smattering of English we managed to exchange opinions on the televised football match, establishing common ground while awaiting the evening meal. Oh yes, they attempted to teach me some Kurdish, telling me it was easier for English speakers to learn than Turkish because it was of the Indo-European family of languages, but quite frankly it was far too difficult to grasp more than a few words intelligibly, although they continued to prompt me to little avail.

It was fascinating to watch the process of food preparation unfold whilst being offered tea from a large urn with extraordinarily long spout and hand-rolled tobacco from the family farm to smoke. After the grain was readied into a ball of the correct consistency our cook unrolled a hefty bag of meat and added it to the mixture. Well, for those of you who don’t know, I have not eaten meat for about 27 or 28 years, and this was a little disconcerting. I had previously dined with Turkish friends and been served only vegetarian food, so expected this to be the same type of fare. However, they reminded me that Kurds consider themselves a culturally distinct group who try to maintain their own traditions in spite of suppression by the majority, and this was a traditional celebratory dish.

Being adaptable, and accepting what appeared to be inevitable I casually inquired what kind of meat was being put into the pan. I was informed, with amusing animal noises (once we differentiated between the sound a goat makes and a sheep makes) that it was ground lamb fresh from the farm, and that it would take about half an hour to mix the two ingredients into a perfect blend. Everyone was happy I was interested in the particularities of their exceptional regional dish and cheerfully began setting places around the vast carpet. Incredibly long lettuce leaves, cucumber, tomato and lemon slices and wonderful warm pita bread platters were laid out.

Pots of chilli peppers, onions, stewed tomatoes and tabasco sauce and a bag of indeterminate aromatic spices were brought out and the cook began to carefully measure these ingredients into the pan as he continued to roll and shape the mixture. After achieving the balance he was seeking, he set about pushing the concoction around the ridged pan with a ferocious pressure for another twenty or so minutes until he appeared happy with the texture.

He began shaping the huge ball into individual size portions so I took the opportunity to ask how it was to be cooked, whether the meat was fried in oil or placed in the oven.

 

After an attempt at translation the cook and I were still baffled with each other, when one of the other men began pointing to the chillis and saying, ‘this cook’ and I finally grasped the concept. The lamb, he was telling me, heated while rolling in the peppers – the acidic chemistry of the hot chillies interacting with the meat to ‘cook’ it and kill the bacteria in this 'clean meat' to a safe level for ingestion while adding that unique spicy flavour. Yes, I was staring at my first meal of raw minced lamb.

The banquet began in earnest. The correct way to eat çiğ köfte is to roll the meat/grain substance into a rough sausage shape insert it into a large lettuce leaf, squeeze on some lemon juice and enjoy. I felt ill knowing that I would have to be polite and eat this unusual but lovingly prepared dish; needless to say I did make an effort. Although I honestly had reservations about what I was doing to my body – after all, by Western standards, this was raw lamb. However, I felt explaining the concept of vegetarianism was going to be lost on these people in this setting, and it would be very impolite after they had gone to so much trouble especially for me.

I thought I could survive the taste if at least I could wash it all down with a large glass of water or maybe even a raki (local alcohol flavoured with aniseed), but that was not to be.

A huge jug of thick white liquid was produced and everyone, myself included, was poured a large glass of what I discovered was a stirred mixture of freshly cultured yoghurt and unprocessed salted ewe’s milk, called Ekşili ayran. It truly was one of the most unpleasant taste sensations I’ve ever endured; the tart acidic bubble of the yoghurt and the thick creaminess of the salted sour milk did little to alleviate the texture of uncooked ground lamb sliding down my unwilling throat, wrapped as it was in a lettuce leaf. Feel free to try this at home, but don’t blame me if you can’t find enough antibiotics or Pepto-Bismol for the week of stomach aches you’re likely to suffer.

I tell this story now because the 23^rd to the 29^th of May has been designated ‘Vegetarian Week’ in the UK, and I feel it is useful to illustrate the differences in culture and tradition that those of us who try to live without meat as a product in our lives must be aware of and tolerantly accept. These people don’t eat lamb because it is the only thing to eat, in fact they regularly eat more fruit and vegetables than I’ve ever seen anyone in the West eat, they eat it because they believe it necessary and it forms part of their ancestral and cultural heritage that defines their identity in a multiethnic society.

One evening after playing cards and talking had exhausted all of us (being the only true English speaker and continually searching for translations can be extremely draining after a while) I was asked if I would like some fruit. ‘Sure,’ I said, expecting the choice of an orange or a plum. A huge bowl of half a dozen varieties of fruit was procured from the kitchen, including oranges, melon slices, sweet yellow plums, an apple, two bananas and grapes as well as a few exotic fruits I didn’t immediately recognise. This bowl was placed before me and I assumed I was to help myself and pass it along.

As soon as I selected a juicy orange I offered the bowl toward a companion to my left, but it was waved away. Within seconds I understood as more dishes were brought through to where we sat on cushions. Each person was served with a massive bowl of fruit and soon everyone was eating grapes, bananas and oranges one after the other until the bowls were clear.

I was astonished and could not possibly eat all the food before me. I was chastised loudly if somewhat light-heartedly for not finishing everything – I had insulted my hosts by not eating like a pig. However, it was certainly better than actually eating a pig, or a just killed lamb.

People around the world have many different eating habits, but essentially we all need the same intake of nutrients in their basic chemical form. How we achieve the balance that maintains health is open to much debate. Personally, the above tale aside, I don’t eat meat – that is: mammals, but I do occasionally eat fish or other seafood and I'm fond of animal products such eggs, cheese and honey. This, naturally, makes me akin to a traitor to vegans and extreme vegetarians, however we all have our preferences and I feel justified in the choices I make, and make no apologies for my habits.

Many meat-eaters assume people who don’t partake of animal flesh lack protein or other basic nutrients. But, it's now widespread knowledge that proteins are found in greater quantities in some vegetables and pulses.

There are stricter vegetarians and vegans who claim it is possible to get their omega-3 (an essential mineral found in fish that builds our carbon-based bodies) from Soya. However, these people often overlook the fact that 93% of all US soy products (the world's largest producer of soy bean) now come from genetically modified or enhanced plants (created by the worldwide seed and chemical fertiliser corporation, Monsanto), and some of us would rather avoid this unnatural approach to farming with its potentially frightful effects on the human body and the earth’s eco-system.

As the example shows, deciding how to ethically and healthily approach our relationship to food is more complex than simply giving up animal products. How you and everyone else decide what is right depends upon a number of factors we must all consider when sitting down to a healthy and tasty meal. Where we live, and our personal effect on the environment is paramount. Because I live on the Mediterranean coast I choose a diet to support local farmers and producers that is rich in fresh vegetables and seafood; thank goodness I love olives and fruit and the natural healthy lifestyle associated with the local customs.

Generally I only partake of fish when eating out, as it is often the only reasonable option, or because I can’t see paying top dollar for a spinach pie I can make better at home, haha!). Others, in places where fish might not be available would obviously attempt to receive their nutrients from other sources, and I can respect that inevitability, however fast food enterprises that destroy rain forests and deplete the ozone layer to mass produce burgers are entirely unnecessary and quite irresponsibly are among the main culprits to our planet’s health and our own.

People often ask me why I gave up meat and what benefit I get from it, assuming that giving up pork chops means living on a boring diet of nuts and berries that leaves one skinny and pale. How very mistaken are the unenlightened. My own transition to a healthier more ethically balanced lifestyle took shape many years ago without the influence or assistance of anyone I knew, and the resistance and even anger I faced from family and some friends was extraordinary. I believed then as I do now that I made the right choice and that my own experience of food and its many varieties has improved dramatically by not relying on the Western staple of a slab of meat and two veg.

Although, it took several years before I had the ability to prepare as many different and varied meals as there are days in the week, now the availability of options (particularly in Europe and specifically in the UK where 10% of the population is vegetarian) seems almost endless. Recipes I learned by trial and error and my own research into different cultures over many years are now readily available in neighbourhood supermarkets and all over the Internet. It is easier than ever to make educated and healthy choices while expanding your diet to include previously unfamiliar delicious foods.

Even though many of the so-called ‘ethnic’ foods, Chinese and Indian for example, grew partially from religious considerations, many people in the West look at alternatives to meat for the sake of the environment, for personal health reasons or not wanting to be party to the slaughter of animals. So, if you want a few fun facts to share with your friends over that next relaxing coffee or pint of locally brewed ale to help them understand why people make the decision to give up eating meat, read on.

Vegetarians and pescatarians (people who eat fish but not meat) have 34% lower risk of heart disease; although vegans only have a 26% lower risk it is still significant for avoiding that potential heart attack. Livestock production is responsible for 70% of deforestation in Latin America with the typical meat eater’s diet needing two and a half times the arable land for sustenance than a vegetarian diet, and livestock animals are responsible for 20% of all greenhouse gasses and consume 8% of all drinking water (over 1 billion people in the world don’t have access to clean water with twice as many not having a decent standard of sanitation).

Additionally, cows and sheep are big global warmers; a single cow emits about 500 litres of methane a day, which has 25% times the impact of carbon dioxide.

Without boggling the reader with information, or getting up on my soapbox to proclaim the health statistics in attempt to convert anyone, let me remind you that eating healthier is good for your overall well-being and significantly reduces your personal carbon footprint – plus you get to eat loads of really tasty food you might not otherwise have tried.

Altogether it is a confusing and multifaceted subject that most people avoid in their daily lives, preferring instead to let others worry about how to feed them and meet their requirements of necessary nutrients.

This is a shared earth and we all have a responsibility to ensure that we continue to exist in harmony with our beautiful planet, because regardless of whatever we do to it, the earth will survive.

However, if we continue to consume and produce the way we do now, we humans may not be around to tell our grandchildren of the day we thought about our impact on the world and changed to a healthy meat-free lifestyle.

So, raise a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, or a smooth organic wine from nature’s own pleasant vines, and celebrate every day. Look to the earth for it’s best natural produce and feel better about yourself and the life you have ahead in balance with the environment and your neighbours; not only will you be a more socially conscious and ethically altruistic person, you’ll be happier and fitter than ever – and hey, we can all enjoy the benefits of healthy ecologically-minded living.

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If you want more information on this topic, or would like to investigate some of these facts for yourself, all of these facts and figures are available on the internet from many sources, but here’s a few links (I’m not associated with nor support any organisation, but you may) to help get you started with information and recipes:

http://www.nationalvegetarianweek.org/ http://www.vegetarianusa.com/  http://www.vegetariantimes.com/

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On the Eastern Front

Appendages of light traced lines along windswept acres of dune grass and reeds as a golden sun gently kissed the rippling sands of a lonesome beach on a sheltered cove. I sat on a lounge chair beneath the wooden awning and awaited sweet creamed coffee. An ancient fortune-teller approached and taking the seat beside me lifted her head to look into my eyes. The last cool blast of winter blew snow from the mountaintops and as a glowing shaft of morning sunshine pierced the shuttered blinds she pulled a fraying shawl around her shoulders, gripped my palm and sighed.

 

I read her thoughts as she examined my life through the touch of a delicate finger, criss-crossed paths and parallel creases that told her much about the past and so little of future events. I couldn’t give her the answers she sought, for whose life is truly in their hands? Are not mystics dressed in rags that offer us kingdoms at the drop of a hat simply another aspect of fairy tales, invented to amuse and teach? For the drop of a coin and a simple coincidental phrase, who would wish to see what is to be, or not to be?

What is past is history and what is yet to be is a mystery. Holidays come and go and while the rock was symbolically rolled away yet again, no trumpets blew announcement of a new dawn of transformation. Though even the least faithful painted eggs, lit candles and celebrated rebirth in the season that reminds us of the ambiguity in childhood stories, no revelation of heavenly kingdoms was unveiled. Here in the East the festivities, though familiar, are distinctive, and I was at least able to participate in an allegorical renaissance.

The streets were alive with bands and military parades, processions of icons through the older parts of the walled town and hundreds of devoted followers carrying candles and roses in sacramental tribute to the occasion.

Even the alleys had been washed with rose water on Good Friday in anticipation of the midnight pageant, and at least the scent was divine. In a holdover from the carnival that historically marks the end of the Lenten fast, onlookers threw lemon tree petals from balconies while children danced in traditional costume and a dozen priests carried crucifixes and paintings of saints through the tightly packed alleys that weave like a web through the old Venetian city.

Following the march past each church in the walled town, around the dockyards – an homage to its seafaring past, and the obligatory return to the central cathedral, everyone dispersed to restaurants and cafes around the harbour to dine on seafood and drink spirits in a toast to the day’s events. Lanterns were lit and music played as the celebrants danced the night away.

Local bistros came alive with joyful singing and even though there was another day of festivities before the resurrection was officially declared, the party had already started. My friend handed me a glass on arrival and with a shrug of one shoulder said with subtle French inflection, “hey, why not, it’s Easter.” And so the King would arise in true style.

Future kings and queens of many nations were out and about in a spectacular display of force in the UK this past week also as the ‘royal family’ held another of its ostentatious events designed to lighten the mood of perpetual world crisis and raise the British profile with global traders of retail and finance – oh yes, many millions will flow into the coffers as a result of this majestic façade, an exchange for the small price of a luxurious fantasy for a select few – and just in time for Christmas babies too. As wannabe celebrities bemoaned their lack of invite those with units secure in the stocks waved ceremoniously from regal carriages on the way to disco in the throne room after a family function of six hundred odd close friends shared bubbly and nibbles of the highest quality.

Tradition is wonderful when function serves interests of the age, the continuity of shared belief, and those whose vision of a moral system of political stratagem (at least on the surface) provide stability through times of crisis. However, those clinging to established structures for the sake of wielding rule must eventually loosen their grasp to allow a real meritocracy to flourish. Though a photo released by ‘the palace’ of the happy couple surrounded by a group of children is noteworthy by its implicit hint at a next wave of royalty waiting to come out. With all their privilege will they have the strength of character to make a positive difference to this world?

Whether the new generation of royals has a notion of the depth of significance their role assumes is yet to be seen. Only time will tell if those sacred vows exchanged ‘in the sight of God’ have meaning to followers obsessed with celebrity fashion. The media as information machine relegates experience quickly to the historic past as it lurches from one global catastrophe to the next, alienating us from the emotions that human interaction assume. We have become integrated as part of the machine and the machine never stops.

How long this public fascination with the pomp of ceremony lasts is a question for the future, and how long people will be entranced by the spectacle of new love is undetermined. We must reach out to others and remember that love is not a device to be reified along with social norms of care and comfort. Will these sovereign dignitaries reach for a significance beyond the pop-star image that fuels so much of today's culture, or be enamoured by the presence of their own importance as icons in the star-studded magazines read by an increasingly anaesthetised populous.

As the newlyweds drove off in the ethanol-converted sports car we could only wonder if their sanctification in the eyes of the world will usher in a new dawn of environmental and humanitarian compassion, a vision of an integral spirituality bolstered by the words of their sermon, or tighten and secure the partition that leaves some hungry while others seek equality with a passion for justice.

Dostoyevsky wrote a fine story within a story in The Brothers Karamazov about a character named ‘The Grand Inquisitor’ (such an impressive tale that Orhan Pamuk retells it as ‘The Grand Pasha’ in his novel The Black Book, setting it in Istanbul) who encounters Jesus during the Spanish Inquisition. The Inquisitor sees the Christ resurrect a young girl and immediately has him locked in a dungeon. He goes to speak with Him and tells Him that He is unwanted at this time, that the people are not capable of accepting His hope and faith in the Kingdom of God, that people are weak and need to be told what to believe.

The Inquisitor accepts that Jesus’ message would set people free, but reminds Him that people have no inclination to be free; though all are bound for hell at least they’ll have the comfort of security in this life through being relieved of the responsibility for truth and spiritual awareness, which demands a change of life that they are not strong enough to bear, like the cross Christ carried to His death. His Kingdom, the Inquisitor reminds Him, is not of this world, and people must be fed today or anarchy will reign supreme.

In true sacrificial fashion the Inquisitor accepts his own sin of deceiving the people, but also that he takes upon himself this burden for the greater good; ordinary people need something tangible to believe in, and the Church offers ‘bread and circuses’ to sustain the people through the suffering they endure in His name. After speaking the Inquisitor tells Jesus not return until his appointed hour, at which time the Christ kisses him and leaves.

It’s time to end my story here also; it’s time for me to move on. This part of my life is over and has served its purpose. This journey has been exhilarating at times and a genuine discovery, but as we all awake from the most pleasant of slumbers, it is time to rub the sleep from my eyes and renew conscious efforts to continue in other ways. I will continue to seek ways to explore an integrated vision of tomorrow, a future wherein we, as evolved from the earth but formed of the matter of the universe, can proclaim a unity and fellowship with every being toward a greater understanding of our potential.

 

I’ve never been one to believe in the circus as exemption from truth, but merely as another sideshow in the pageant of life, an illusion that only momentarily entertains with its necessary suspension of disbelief.

To me the wizard behind the curtain is merely a man, no man is a king but raises his honour to match virtue, and the royal opera is simply staged celebration of a fantasy others need to provide faith of power in a world where the truth has been hidden by the obscenity of wealth and personal revelation obscured by the constant barrage of false idols that clutter the airwaves. Fortune-tellers might interpret wrinkles or comprehend the movements of stars through lives, but our personal history is a narrative we are writing each day and the flame in our eyes is brighter than any distant fire.

My spirit is filled with a new purpose. I have things to do, places to go and people to meet, as they say. Although no one knows what the future will bring, it’s time I travelled without the baggage old dreams or future promises bring – occasionally our dearest desires come true and we can rejoice in the celebration that all in love is right and will be justified in the end, and other times that kiss is simply a betrayal that can never be forgotten.

I wish I could have lived the dream as I perceived it or as some believe it happened, but alas, all dreams are just the imagination of ideas that trick us into faith and faith is but the confidence to believe we can achieve what the heart desires and soul demands.

With a few new wrinkles to mark passing time, the glow of hope and the experience of having lived under golden palms will at least partially compensate for the patience of waiting to continue the journey through a life that has been on hold far too long. Over the past year kind words and thoughts, and a few nice photos have carried me through changing times; I sincerely thank those that have travelled hopefully with me.

As I watch the sun etch shadows across the contours in the sand I draw a line under this part of my life. The future for me will exist in a new format with different emphasis, but for now I give a wave to the beacon that guides me and a wink to the midnight sun as I say farewell and fly off the Edge of the Map ..

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Every Day is Earth Day

I love to watch the sun rising, bursting forth in glorious proclamation of a fresh start; the commencement of a new day when all is possible. Birds chirp their morning serenade, the cat curls up on the patio after a night of prowling and all seems at peace with the world. But, unfortunately all isn’t in concord on Earth today and as dependent inhabitants we must take more positive steps to change our behaviour patterns to ensure the future sustainability of ecologically sound life on this beautiful planet.

Nature is a force that exists without us and doesn’t rely on our intervention, however much we interfere. In broad terms it means the universally recognised aspects of substance that informs and sustains being, both seen and unseen, and compels and restrains existence throughout all space and time – although commonly we think of this as the visible results of the spontaneously occurring environment on our planet. The natural world as we say, consists generally of animal, vegetable and mineral, although we could add gasses that make up atmosphere and phenomena such as gravity to that small list.

Over recent years science, or the established community that substantiates research into verifiable facts, has shifted its focus from the ‘natural order’ of classical systems toward chaos and dynamics to examine life as a continuum expressing varying degrees of repetitive form and uncertainty.

What they discover in most cases, for those that needed confirmation from others, is that deep within structures, regardless how seemingly chaotic on the surface, is logic of organisation and communication between various entities and components. There are recurring patterns in nature, from spiralling galaxies to water funnels, from the roots and branches of trees to the veins and arteries of the human circulatory system, from the ‘curve of space’ to the way we perceive time.

We can also look to the prevailing social order to see how patterns repeat and structures emerge. Festivals and holidays that are human inventions exist to mark special occasions and commemorate significant events and have been celebrated since the beginning of recorded time. We look to signs in the sky such as phases of the moon, the solstice and equinoxes or even the gathering clouds that announce the coming rainy months. These indicators of passing time coincide with the movement of the earth on its axis and through the heavens. We utilise change as reminders of the transformative power of the world we live on and the seasonal fluctuations that mark the grand procession of life as gauges for the eternal movement of being, and as good reasons for coming together in the spirit of sharing good food, conversation and of course the expression of love.

We keep note of those days that alter our lives in meaningful ways; wedding anniversaries, birth and death days, special days to remember our mothers or other loved ones, days to remember important people or historic victories in war, holy days that indicate a period of religious ritual and, since 1970, a particular day to think about the environment and our impact on the earth.

Interestingly, we humans can think of time on many levels simultaneously. We count chronologically, marking our age in numbers of years passed, while we think in cycles of seasons and months and weeks to maintain a regular and often repetitive pattern of activities. For generation upon generation we have divided our lives into recognisable segments of childhood and adolescence, adulthood and old age and usually expect that life will follow a certain plan of school, job or career, marriage, children and eventual retirement from work. All of this is changing in this new age of free expression and popular culture, and interestingly diverse examples for living and meaning within life are emerging from this changing world.

Many people don’t marry as young as in the past, and some have chosen to avoid that commitment completely. Some choose to raise children while others seek only career satisfaction. There are fewer ties proportionally to organised religion than in the past, but an awareness of personal spirituality is prevalent as people become increasingly conscious of the potential in their own lives and others seek sense in a chaotic world.

The advent of new technologies has not only enabled discourse between culturally and ethnically diverse people from around the globe, but also created a bizarre fusion of philosophies that pick and choose amongst many varied belief systems. A syncretism of religious ideas that often draw their inspiration from unrelated sources has generated an assortment of novel creeds but they generally share one thing, the idea that love of others and love of the earth is essential to spiritual progress. Neither of these ideas is new, what is unique is their manifestation in so many curious ways through an amalgamation of advanced technology and ancient rituals.

People seek to harness the confusion and instability, to gain control in their lives and make the technology work for them in a measurable way. Many of the so-called ‘new age’ religions, although they incorporate utilising computers or other mobile communication devices whilst simultaneously chanting mantras and waving crystals, are essentially guides to living in a harmonious way with the elemental forces of the earth and have been influenced by indigenous animistic beliefs and modern pragmatism. Perhaps more importantly, they combine knowledge of contemporary technology with magical rituals associated with influencing the spiritual realm creating an amalgamation of ideologies that attempts to unify apparently incongruent theories into an original paradigm for living in our world today.

If one reads the literature of the web then it is easy to suggest more people are becoming spiritual environmentalists, that is: individuals devoutly conscious of a connectedness with their surroundings and living in awareness of the influence their daily living has on the earth. In fact, the latest trend in developing self-help manuals to methods of better living is cashing in on the new consciousness of the ‘counter-culture’ of ecological thought. Personally I’m all for it, if it really helps the earth to heal from the disastrous consequences the past few hundred years of human progress has wrought. But, how many of these fashionably spiritual people actually follow these self-assured stated beliefs to their logical conclusion?

For a multitude of reasons it's a good thing to buy organic foods, but does it really matter if you are driving the over-sized 4x4 to the shopping centre to purchase these items? It’s great to buy natural cotton clothing, but will it help anyone if the material was produced in a crowded ‘sweatshop’ mill where children are working 14-hour days with barely a dollar to show for their effort? It’s wonderful to procure only energy saving light bulbs, but how much difference will it make if you leave the computer and television on stand-by all night? It seems to me that before we can mature as spiritual beings we must grow and evolve as truly earth-conscious creatures.

Many people aren’t keen on insects, they squish spiders, swat at bees and step on snails, cracking their stunning spiral shells. But most creepy-crawly creatures play a vital role in maintaining the cycle of pollination essential to the reproduction of plants, or sustain the equilibrium of soil rotation and even keep other species fed so they too can contribute to the delicate balance of life and death that we humans require though rarely acknowledge in daily life.

There are those insects we class as pestilence, and mosquitoes and flies are among that disease carrying breed that have evolved from our own waste. Increasing amounts of these strains along with a downturn in honeybee numbers signifies a hazardous new development in attempting to preserve our own healthy ecosystem.

Bees play an important role in nature’s way and also freely provide us with the deliciously sweet honey that so many around the world regularly enjoy. Spiders not only spin beautifully intricate webs but also help keep other more harmful insects from becoming too populous. Worms are great little ‘machines’ that plough the ground and refresh nutrients so necessary for plants to grow.

Most people, particularly in Western societies, are fond of eating meat, and few give serious thought to the damage rearing animals for food has on the environment, having themselves been raised simply to accept eating other mammals as part of an ordinary healthy diet in a normal life. But what are the consequences of cultivating livestock to feed a hungry world?

Did you know it takes about twenty-four pounds of grain for a cow to produce one pound of edible flesh? Are you aware how much soil erosion takes place due to stripping away trees for grazing land, not to mention the destruction of oxygen-producing plants that are burned off or chopped down to clear the land for cattle production? Do you know that cow manure gives off methane gas that harms the atmosphere? Many farm animals are also fed hormones and steroids that find their way through the food chain into your body. Yes, there is more to eating meat products than the heart disease you are giving yourself. Perhaps it’s time to think about some of these other effects.

Real changes have to start with individual behaviours that so many of us take for granted in our consumption-oriented western world. It isn’t just about buying low usage bulbs; it’s about turning the lights off when not using them. It’s not just about buying organically produced food, it’s about changing routines and thinking about how every thing we do affects the world around us. Do you need a monster truck to go to the shop, or will a bicycle or even walking be a more efficient method? As well as keeping your own body healthy and fit these simple things will make a difference.

 

Here’s an idea: support your local market trader instead of going to the big supermarket out of town. That way you cut down on petrol costs and pollution and you increase community spirit instead of helping large faceless conglomerates to enrich themselves – it might even make you a few friends as neighbourhood businesses are supported and the people who own these mom-and-pop enterprises get to know you as a person.

There are lots of ways to increase your impact on the earth in a positive manner. There are web sites and books and magazines out there to help you get started on this way of living. Take a few minutes from your hectic schedule to investigate an eco-friendly lifestyle; it will benefit you and the earth to make a few changes for the better, and you might even feel good about it. And who would argue with the notion that feeling good makes us think more optimistically, and being a happy person helps the spirit grow substantially too.

So, as the sun goes down on another beautiful day on our world, and the moon fills the sky with its reflective radiance, take a moment to think about all the blessings of the earth and the abundance of life that exists alongside us on this delicate and fragile planet.

All of life is connected in an ordered system of being in this fractal chaos, and everything depends on us doing the things that are essential to maintain this balance, a homeostatic relationship within our bodies and holistic understanding with the planet we need to survive. Think about your place in the scheme of things, and think about the future. We all need the planet to be healthy for us to be well and strong in body and mind. If everyone thought about this special ‘Earth Day’ to make one change to create a positive difference then perhaps all those modest life modifications could add up to a truly significant revolution, a spiritually focused and ecologically-centred lifestyle for all inhabitants of this globe, our Earth.

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