Food is a very emotional, political, touchy issue. It’s importance as an element of identity pervades all cultures, it is woven deeply into the fabric of our social interactions, expectations and ‘rules’. We share food as a way of communicating our love and care for one another. We commonly turn to food as comfort, in times of both joy and sadness. Food helps us to remember and to imagine. We prepare and make meals that reflect our histories, tell the stories of our ancestors, of revolution and survival. Our food is our identity. We truly are what we eat.
Lately, I’ve been searching for more ways to keep busy, keep sane and immerse myself in the Present while I have this time in Phoenix. A huge part of that has become the kundalini yoga classes we’ve been taking at an ashram just down the street from our apartment. In the course of about a week and a half, I have noticed an almost effortless ability to look my sources of frustration, anxiety and depression in the face and sortRead More
On Monday, it was Ryan’s last day before classes started at ASU, so we drove out to South Mountain and did a great hike on the Holbert Trail. Round trip was around 5 miles, and the top gave us a panoramic view of the entire metro area, as well as the mountain range systems that surround it from all sides.