I know you are like me, or somewhat like me. Farmers, homesteaders, friends of farmers, or just believers in whole food, healthy living, slow living.
I am not a farmer. I don’t think I could be a farmer, at least not at this stage of my life (lol, for those of you who know what my life is like right now). But I believe in farmers. You know real farmers. The ones who feel the dirt in their palms. The ones who nurture their plants, their animals. I’ve gone a bit overboard on the food front lately. I’m studying more this year about whole foods and the benefits that they bring to our bodies, our souls. About how we can heal most of our ailments with food and herbs. How we can be proactive about our health by nourishing our bodies correctly.
I was trying to catch up on emails today and found this link that my sister sent me back at the end of November. I really, really sat down and it really struck me. It’s beautiful, both the words and the photos.
Please take a few minutes to read it. I posted a shot of it here.
You know when you think about if you could do anything, if money were no factor in your life, what would be that one thing you would like to do. That you could feel a passion about. I have thought about this in many ways.
If I had the opportunity, I would visit artisans all over. Cheesemakers, winemakers, butchers, breadmakers. Then I would teach children about food. Real food. The way nature intended it. Teach them to know what foods are and how they grow. How to grow it, how to cook it, how to eat it and along the way I think, I just think, if they got it they might just change this whole dang world around.