Category Archives: Art of Balanced Living

Sonic Blooms

It was more than a little ironic while driving through the city of Petaluma, Ca. recently when I looked up at the sign on the front of a stately old bank building and saw the words Seed Bank gilded in gold. I had to laugh as I am regularly contemplating what’s of real value in the world and nothing spoke louder than this sight. While the value of the dollar is swerving, if not plummeting, what is of real value is rising in mass consciousness – like seeds.

I excitedly pulled in with my girlfriends and started gathering an array of the tiny packets to help Scott, myself and our loved ones feel more in charge of our future food supply. I was a kid in a candy shop searching through lovely pictures of heirloom vegetables from Europe and the Americas. Bill Gates has nothing on the Seed Bank of Petaluma!

With record high teperatures at the end of October and early November, I arrived at my planter boxes in the nick of time to get our broccoli, red cabbage, cauliflower, lettuces, chard, spinach and kale into the ground. While I can’t say that I am necessarily proficient at gardening, Mother Nature has been patient and good humored with me and supports my little vegetables in spite of the fact that my enthusiasm outweighs any real skills. Thank goodness for people who do know what they’re doing.

A regular CMN viewer was kind enough to suggest I take a look at the site of a man named Dan Carlson, the inventor of a system of gardening called Sonic Bloom, which you can find at originalsonicbloom.com. Our CMN friend had apparently had some success with the growing system.

Dan, meanwhile, is no ordinary farmer. After serving in the Korean conflict where he witnssed a great deal of suffering from short supplies of food, Dan made a commitment to do all he could to aleviate starvation globally. For his efforts he has been graced with many prestigous awards including having been nominated for the Nobel Prize in Economics, 2001; 2002, 2003 and Humanitarian of the Year, “for his unceasing dedication to alleviating hunger, pain, disease, and sufferings for the Peoples in the world”, Institute for Human Potential, 2002. Dan cares about food and people and feels that to make the latter happy, the plants must be happy.

Dan’s Sonic Bloom is comprised of two elements – a sound box that creates a birdlike sound and organic nutrients. Many of you are well aware of research that’s been done on plants and music to promote good health and increased growth/yields. If this is new to you just do a search under ‘music and plants’.

Dan’s customer’s report having yields more than double of what is normal  as well as larger sized fruit and reduced consumption of water. Intrigued, I called Dan and had him set us up.

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Sonic Bloom sound box with solar panel

The system requires a 12v battery, such as that used in motorcycles. Scott took the initiative to enclose the battery inside a weatherproof plastic project box, attach a solar panel to trickle charge the battery and then mounted the speaker. The speaker is light-activated, meaning it turns off at dusk and back on at sunrise. The sound is said to cover a five acre area, which is overkill for us, but may spill over into my father’s mandarin orchard.

Our winter seeds and seedlings are only a few days in the ground, the sun is high and the box is chirping away. We won’t know for another few weeks what kind of crop we’ll have, but I can say that a couple of my seedlings that were too long awaiting planting, seemed to stand up and stretch their little leaves within hours after we started playing the Bloom box.

We’ll keep you updated as the crops come in.

And I Gave Them Away!

Today was the agreed upon day to return to the Co-Op (see blog below) and do a holiday give-away of my cookbooks to anyone who desired one. I’m doing it because it feels good.

The store manager came up to greet and welcome me, happy that I still wanted to gift his customers with free cookbooks after the sourness of the previous attempt.

Scott said to the manager, “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” As Scott does not ordinarily go to the Co-op, we all just shrugged with that funny feeling that we were missing something. A few minutes later, as I walked with the manager, Dan, I learned that he had also returned to the Sacramento area after living in Sedona. We further discovered that we have several mutual friends in Sedona, and made arrangements to do a catch up when Scott and I return from a Sedona holiday to visit our soul family of friends in a couple of weeks.

After parting company with Dan, I walked toward the produce aisle assuming there might be a cook or two there as a good portion of the vegetables need some kind of cooking to become edible. I approached a woman in her 60′s named Mary. I offered her a book. She looked at me somewhat suspiciously, not willing to buy into what I was putting out there. When I explained further it was just a gift, she stared at me in the eyes and turned quite serious.”Why would you do this?” she asked. I told her I enjoyed it. She asked if she could give me a donation to which I politely refused saying “Seriously, it’s a gift, I don’t want payment.” She continued looking into my eyes for something that would betray my true intentions, then slowly held her hand out to take a book. I wished her Happy Holidays, just in case she was Jewish (though my orientation was somewhat obvious as I was wearing a Santa hat) and she returned the greeting saying “Merry Christmas” with an easing, but not eradicated, air of disbelief, still looking into my eyes.  After about 10 minutes she sweetly and shyly came up to me and said “I feel so honored at receiving this gift, would you mind signing the book for me?”

I was so taken back that such a simple offering was apparently such an unfamiliar occurance for this woman. What shapes our sense of mistrust and our sense of worthiness to make a simple act so profound?

Soon after, I approached a rolly-polly African-American woman. As she began to understand what I was offering she asked if she could hug me.  I said I would be delighted because I could tell she would be a magnificent hugger – which she was. She said, “I want to thank you for interrupting my thoughts as I was walking along, it makes my heart feel good that you did that. I was in another world entirely. Now I’m here talking with you!”

Shortly after this, a young woman nearly cried telling me her she was a student with no money and that her mother grew vegetables and loved to cook them. But, she said, she had no money for a Christmas gift and had resorted to  cleaning friend’s homes for sustenance. Now, she said, she had a gift for her mother! I started getting teared up along with her.

Scott and I gave away nearly 50 books, and he too felt an incredible sense of connection with everyone we encountered. Endorphins were flowing all around.

My “take away” was that opportunities to connect with strangers in a meaningful way are as precious as diamonds, and sometimes we have to persist past our own egos and agendas to create the opportunity. I’m glad I revisited the Manic Holiday Give Away!

Can’t Give it Away

December 20, 2009

I love the holidays. The neural re-enforcement from childhood is of cinnamon, hot chocolate, giving gifts, pine needles, why wouldn’t my brain go into auto-bliss at the sound of the first Christmas carol? A brain does not care about political correctness, religious sensitivities or even social consequences when faced with a flood of norepenephrine and boosted alpha states as a Pavlovian response to these delicious stimuli.

With this in mind, I snap into Santa’s helper mode. I like to give things away – homemade mandarin marmalade, oranges, cookies, books and cookbooks. For those who don’t know about my career path, I have written two cookbooks and have a personal inventory with which I can do as I choose. So, in the spirit of the season of giving, I dropped a box of my vegetarian cookbooks in the back of my car this chilly Sunday morning, put the dogs in the back seat and headed for the farmer’s market with the intention of gifting passersby with cookbooks. Scott was working on the site and couldn’t join me.

The market was bustling with people buying vegetables, persimmons and citrus for their holiday meals and normal weekly fare. I chose a spot, pulled a book out and began offering the shoppers “Free Cookbooks!” The first thing I noticed is that people are wary of anyone giving something away. A quick glance out of the corner of the eye, “No thanks” and a quick shuffle away. There’s an obvious fear of either having to engage, or becoming obligated to some auxilliary thing, the freebie being the “hook”. But I continued, and a couple of people stopped. They were suspicious, but they stopped. A big smile spread on their face when they realized this was an actual gift, and, no, I didn’t want to carry on a deeper conversation or sell them anything. Huge smiles now.

Within 2 -3 minutes, however, the organizer of the Farmers Markets came by and informed me that I could not give the books away in a public place. “Why?” I asked. “Because it could hurt those who are paying for a vending space and selling their books” he said. “But there are no booksellers here” said I. “It doesn’t matter” said he.

Not one to leave it alone, I asked if I could perhaps give my books away over next to the Jews Against Zionism table on the outskirts of the market. Nice people, I knew they wouldn’t mind having a little company since they catch a lot of flack themselves.  But the Market Boss said, “No, only political action groups are allowed to give free information away in public places.” I see. I could hand out some version of politically divisive, even hateful, political propaganda to vegetable shoppers, but not a good soup recipe. Makes sense.

So I decided to try again at our local Natural Foods Co-Op. It’s a grassroots organization, owned by it’s members, surely they would love the idea of a free vegetarian cookbook give-away during the holidays.

The first encounter was with a customer service rep. “Actually, you would need to have permission from the marketing department and I don’t know if she’s working today.”

“But I’m not marketing anything, I just want to give away some books for people to enjoy.” He kindly said in his ‘I won’t tell on you’ voice, “Well, go outside and do it then.”

I put my box of books on the ground next to me in the parking lot near the front entrance, again informing passerbys that I was giving away free cookbooks. Within a couple of minutes a security guard came up and told me to cease. He said that I would need a couple of permits from the Co-op since this was private property.

I considered pushing it a bit and telling him that these people were all my friends and one can certainly give gifts to friends on private property, right? I see people giving birthday gifts to each other here, at other restaurants and in public parks all the time. Instead, I picked my books up and left, but my heart actually hurt.

Generosity and goodwill constitute the backbone to the holiday season, be it Christmas, Hanukkah or Hajj. Arguably it should be all year round. While I know I set myself up for this in terms of my manic holiday hard-wiring, I find it depressing that we can’t express a little giving among our human brothers and sisters without an attorney at our side.

Epilogue: The next morning

The Co-op manager called this morning and said they would be happy to let me give away my books and I did not need to go through any procedure or red tape. He  said it was wrong that I was turned away, especially since they used to sell that very same book in the store.

Big smiles, I’ll give them away on Wednesday, just in time for Christmas Mania!

Gratitude on Thanksiving

November 26, 2009

I have the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade on the television in the background while I finish making an incredibly indulgent sweet potato dish. I’m listening to the commentary, the huckstering of the products and promoting of television’s rising stars and all the rest that the parade is designed to promote.

I’m especially hearing a tonal quality that is retro in nature. Going back to simpler times when life looked glossy and happy in the United States. The comfort, color and cheerful messages give us the feeling that dreams really can come true. I’m just waiting for a rainbow to holographically manifest over a giant inflatable Disney character to finish the procession. I’m both captivated by the cotton candy effect of the production and warily aware of what it covers up. Still….

As the NBC crew broke to commercials, my attention was drawn to a Folgers Coffee ad. I have no idea why. It was about as sentimental as one could imagine – a young man returning home from some duty in West Africa, his sister waiting up all night and brewing him a cup of joe upon his walking through the front door at sunrise. Mom running downstairs into his arms with dad in tow. And I started crying. Sentimental tears against a background both of how beautiful humankind truly is, and how we are starting to find a bit of our humanity again because of suffering that has finally hit our own behemoth landmass. People are having to do without in large numbers now. And, their community members are supporting those without in many ways. Here’s one example:

Along with the parade are break-ins to local programming in which our closest city, Sacramento, Ca., has helicopters hovering above a beautiful spectacle. I saw the images before I heard the commentary and I thought what I was seeing was in NYC as an adjunct to the parade. No, our middle-class city had 30,000 people suited up in running gear at 8:00 a.m. ready to put shoes to the road to fill the local foodbanks. As of airtime they had raised over $800,000 to feed those without food for the holiday or any other day. This is meaningful as our food bank here in our small rural town outside of Sacramento is empty as are many others. The site made me cry again. People are trying. We may be a bit self indulgent and slow on the uptake sometimes, but most of us do care what happens to those suffering.

I am constantly perplexed and in awe at us humans. We can be so switched off and self absorbed one moment and, once our attention is drawn to something or someone in need, we jump in to do our part to help. So many beautiful and generous hearts.

Thank all of you whose heart still responds to your fellow human being. Even if it takes a holiday dedicated to gratitude, I can feel that our hearts ARE still open. It wasn’t the Folgers Coffe ad that made me cry, it was all of us – you, me, us.