A few things.
I am, for the first time in a while, returning to a pure and clean diet. Fruits, vegetables, grains, nuts, seeds, legumes, healthy fats. And of course herbal tea. If you’re interested in hearing about it, say “aye.” If I hear from enough of you, I’ll start talking about it.
I’ve decided there will some day be a backlash against the faux. I saw an article in ELLE about one writer’s experience with hair extensions that were so amazing they actually looked like real hair (I didn’t read it, but this is what I discerned from the title). With advancing technology, we have accelerating power over our appearance. It’s not just hair dye anymore, it’s butt implants and eyelash extensions. At some point in the future, it may be commonplace to buy everything from hair to height. (Seriously. They’ve already learned how to stretch people. Google it.) Eventually, people will get bored with it. We will begin again to find beauty in the unique. We will celebrate our differences rather than our so-called perfectionist ideals. It’s just a thought. (Did I mention that I once had hair extensions?)
I’ve been thinking a lot about my girlfriends. They are spread around the globe in places like Costa Rica, The Netherlands, Uganda. I miss them. Even the ones in the Pacific Northwest.
I’ve been thinking about healing lives. From the same ELLE magazine I mentioned above, I read an article about life coaching. (Can you tell I don’t get to read magazines very often?) It got me thinking. We’ve conquered industrialization and communication. We have modern medicine and air travel. What’s next? What else could we, as a global race, possibly need?
Happiness. Or at least a better understanding of ourselves so that we can recognize happiness when it stares us in the face, confused.
There’s a movement towards healing lives using words, journaling, prayers, meditations, life coaching, exercise, yoga, food, reikki, energy clearing, crystals, communities, aromatherapy, acupuncture, homeopathy, herbal therapy, the list goes on and on and on. Like maladies, alternative remedies are endless in scope and breadth.
The demand for alternative therapies exists because man has a hard time with life. In centuries past, we’ve been preoccupied with foraging for food or tilling the fields or fighting the attackers or baking the bread or seducing the milkmaid to think much about happiness. Or maybe not. How am I supposed to know what our ancestors were thinking about? Maybe they searched for happiness, too.
But we’re not in Salem anymore, dear readers. Women (and men!) are free to read palms and prescribe flower essences without being drowned in the lake or burned at the stake. The best part is that if you let it, this stuff actually works. I can drink a cup of tea and Find Serenity. I can eat dark leafy greens and feel alive. I can take Elderberry Syrup to make my cold go away. I can be as supple as a baby after a massage. I can quell my anxiety with yoga. I can take on the day after I work out. I can heal my life through writing.