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My physical space is crowded as much as my digital space. I plan to use the month of December to remove all kinds of paper records, clothing, household items, and energy in general that I am not using. My closet is in dire straights because I have not taken my summer clothing to the barn for the winter. I have twice ( at least ) the amount of clothing than I can fit in my closet, just bursting and dripping off the shelves. I am sure that I can donate at least half of the summer clothes to a thrift store and never miss them. All real and digital items that are not in use must go. The clutter will not go away by itself in my computer, barn, or office files. In December I will:
The month of cleansing will make my office, my home, and my body cleaner and more spacious. The mind works best in beautifully designed spaces, and although I love my home I have allowed it to become too crowded. I feel that restoration follows a good purge of unwanted goods and energy. I purposely have a desk with a glass top. When it is clear and all clean I adore my desk. I know in my heart I am happiest when I feel order, clarity, and well organized space. I have no desire to acquire. I want to feel more like a zen monk and less like a consumer of objects. The darkest days are ahead, and this is the perfect time to make way for an abundant spring, by clearing space and time. I am into it, and I am sure all those things would rather go be used than spend another year in the back of my closet.
Without Julia Child America might never have learned technique.
When we celebrate the holiday of food, her presence is floating across the nation bidding us all a “bon appetite”. This PBS tribute to her career is a blast. Enjoy! Happy Feast, America.
Yesterday, 24 November, was Porch Fest in the Dunbar Spring neighborhood of Tucson. This local party includes musical entertainment scattered throughout the hood, food trucks, mesquite bean grinding, and more. I went to attend a food swap with a theme of local food. I went to my garden and harvested herbs, calamondins, and Jerusalem artichokes to make trade baskets. Since this was my first time to attend the food swap I was not sure what to expect..but it was better than I might have expected if I had had expectations. We set out our trade items and used a paper bidding system to indicate interest in swapping. I scored some spicy dill pickles, jalapeño prickly pear jelly, cranberry curd, rosemary focaccia, and delicious chive dip that was perfect on the focaccia. Best of all I am now an official swapper, with the chance to join in future swaps with my new friends. Everyone was super helpful and informative. I learned about new products and tasted some great items. I packed up my excellent swap and partied with friends for a while before sunset. Please note if you live somewhere else, it is sunny, and although for us it was a bit chilly in the shade, we are able to go outside and celebrate our neighbors, our talents, and our supreme good fortune almost all year. We have a diverse culture and a growing interest in sustainable practices such as rainwater harvesting and eating local. Our local music scene is diverse and sustainable too because our citizens come out to support local artists and musicians in an effort to make this a more artful place to live.
My ancestors attended the first Thanksgiving party in Plimouth Colony. Most of my heritage is English, and the Mayflower was full of my peeps. My 11th great-grandfather attended the feast as a representative of the Wampanoag people. When he first met the Pilgrims they gave him alcohol , which must have aroused his curiosity. The political system in New England was way different from the one in Europe. The local natives made friends with the Pilgrims with reservations (not the kind they have been granted by the US government). They had made contact with Brits before which had resulted in an outbreak of disease that killed a large number of the people. They saw the Mayflower, but kept a distance since they assumed these Brits would be diseased as well.
Quadequina is credited with bringing popcorn to the first Thanksgiving. The Wampanoags I met in Plymouth this year told me it was actually parched corn. Either way, there was a potluck dinner and Quadequina brought corn as his dish. He acted in good faith, was a respectful and polite guest, even allowing the Pilgrims to occupy his homeland and build a fort around their town. It was fairly impossible for the American natives to do due diligence on these religious Pilgrims who had arrived and planned to stay. Squanto, the famous translator, was about all the interface available. The Natives of New England were stuck with this highly unnatural situation through no fault of their own. They just happened to be where the Mayflower got stuck on the rocks. It was their luck.
When my 10th great-grandfather Gabriel Wheldon wanted to marry Quadequina’s daughter he gave his consent and helped the couple avoid disaster from the Pilgrims:
Gordon B. Hinckley, Shoulder for the Lord” by George M. McCune page 35- ” Two of the early immigrants to Plymouth colony were Gabriel Wheldon, of Arnold, Nottingham, England, and his brother (name unknown). Gabriel had been married in England before sailing to America but his first wife named Margaret evidentally was deceased at the time of his migration. Both brothers had a free spirit much like Stephen Hopkins and found their way to the camps of the Wampanoags. There they both fell in love with two of the daughters of chief Quadequina, younger brother of the Great Chief. They each married and Gabriel gave his second wife the English name ‘Margaret’ after his first spouse. The two counseled with their father-in-law and his older brother Massasoit regarding what to do. The Plymouth Colony would probably punish them for their intermarriage. Massasoit advised them to return to the colyn and all would be well. The Plymouth Colony tribunals saved face by banishing the couples from Plymouth for life but did not send them back to England. Gabriel and Margaret established their home in Barnstable where the Hinckleys came in late 1630’s and here Gabriel and Margaret raised a large family of girls. One of these was Catherine “Catone” Wheldon who married Stephen Hopkins'(First to build a house in Mattachesse Villiage/Yarmouth) oldest son Giles on October 9, 1639. Giles had been given the home his father had build in Yarmouth and the couple established their home and raised four children there. When Giles’ father Stephen passed away about July 1644, his father left an estate.. Some records give Margaret as the wife of Gabriel Wheldon. It seems she was his second wife, who, after his death, may have returned to England with Rev. Marmaduke Matthews and his wife. Other records state that Margaret was an Indian Princess, Wampanoag, and give her lineage for several generations. He _may_ have been Margaret’s brother. He immigrated 1638, aPreacher of the Church of Malden. He returned to England in 1655, and Several of the Malden Church members went with him. Of these returning pilgrims, the widow Margaret Wheldon, who left a law-suit over the estate of her deceased husband, Gabriel, also went to England. (from: Pg 155 The History of Malden, Massachusetts, 1633-1785). Rev Matthews died 1683 in England.
I don’t believe he is partial to either pecan or pumpkin pie. I think Quadequina would have liked to see us celebrate equal rights and justice each November. The story of Thanksgiving is mostly mythical, since very little was recorded at the time. Turkeys may not be the best logo for American seasonal gratitude. Popcorn deserves a place at the table.
When I think of an ideal day I have plenty of time and plenty of tasty snacks. The weather can be any way, but my awareness is high. When I think of the Thanksgiving season and the Black Friday vision of what is to come I become a serious holiday prepper. I am not preparing for the zombie apocalypse or the end of civilization, but for the temporary insanity of all the world shopping to be shopping. I am preparing to stay home, work very little, and dine in some fine establishments close to my home for holiday meals to savor, remember, and pay chefs to create. I will not find myself at Trader Joe’s, or any other grocer, the night before Thanksgiving because I will not need any groceries for my meal. I have what I need, reservations at Maynard’s. Situated in the old train station and across the street from Hotel Congress, this fancy restaurant gets rave reviews, and we have never tried it.
For our big December family gift to ourselves we are taking our coon hound to Scottsdale to her favorite hotel, Kimpton FireSky. She loves the dog centric customer service, and all the other guest dogs. We love to dine at Posh, right across the street. We will drive up for the improvisational cuisine and a break from being at home. There are many cute small businesses in Scottsdale that create a flavor in the old downtown that we enjoy. We like the art galleries and will probably hit a local farmers’ market or two while we are up there. It will be citrus and date season, and although Phoenix is no longer very agricultural, there will be some local products we don’t have down here in Tucson.
For Christmas Eve we have reservations to dine very close to home at Pastiche. This week you can buy gift cards at Pastiche that come with a 25% bonus. Next week the bonus goes down to 20%. I am armed with my $125 worth of Pastiche gift cards which I purchased for only $100. I am so ready to party. I am completely into the idea of doing no cleaning, cooking, or entertaining, other than inviting friends to join us out on the town. I used to enjoy a labor intensive, baking, crafting, decorating, cocktail partying holiday cheer. Now that is all just way too much effort. I appreciate the labor and creativity that chefs and restaurants can provide, while I take it easy and be grateful that there is no clean up after my nap.
Wishing for gifts changes over time. The kinds of things we want and what we believe we will gain from them may become more complex, or more simple than in childhood. When giving gifts my style is to prefer to share an experience, like a meal, a concert or class. When receiving I am the same. I have so much physical stuff I can’t really imagine owning more. The burden of taking care of worldly goods eventually comes with diminishing returns. Sometimes we are sentimental about objects and cling to them because they remind us of a person, place, or event. Certain things we made ourselves are important beyond reason because they mark our proficiency at a certain time. Things require space and some attention. As we acquire more stuff and it all needs attention, we may be loosing something more than just usable space.
I was very impressed the first time I studied with the Dalai Lama of Tibet in 1993. He gave us Buddhist teachings as well as his own point of view. One of the outstanding exercises I have always remembered from that teaching was about acquisition. He said:
He wanted us to be aware that the thrill is usually much diminished as soon as the object becomes our own. After owning something for a while we notice that it did not give us the total satisfaction we had expected from it. This is called buyer’s remorse..it is also called attachment. So caveat emptor all you little elves out there; Once you have your thing you will have to deal with it and find a place to put it.
I enrolled again in Amazon’s 30 day trial of the Prime membership. I have done this before but not paid much attention to all the benefits. They allow you to quit within the trial period, which I did. Now I have been on a book diet for a year, and am curious about Kindle and the lending library. I had Kindle on iPad, but the Amazon Prime offer will only be available to members who own a Kindle devise. We have wanted to dump cable television for a while and wonder if the streaming video content from Amazon would be one way to wean ourselves. Amazon is not making it easy for Apple customers to get into the video program. I can watch on my iPad, but to get it on my big TV I had to buy a streaming device. I quickly found that Roku is compatible and the unit was very reasonably priced. The Kindle Fire HD fancy reader was on sale too. Since I can have instant gratification with the 2 day free delivery I decided to wrap up all the household holiday shopping on the spot, on the laptop. On Tuesday I will have, via free delivery service:
If our household can’t find enough entertainment and reading material to enjoy while we snack away on our marzipan from Germany we are just too lame for holidays. All we need to add are a few tasty homemade treats and some quality time entertaining our friends. During the holidays I like to drive even less than usual, so having everything we need at home is key to my enjoyment. If I am missing anything, Amazon will deliver it for free in 2 days. That is reassuring. I do feel that I have done some very Prime shopping. They will probably keep me on for the year this time.
Since last November I have visited my ancestral homeland at Plimouth Colony in Massachusetts. The museum and displays helped me to more vividly picture what those Pilgrims were doing in the 1600s. I have many ancestors who arrived on the Mayflower, and I am not overly impressed with that fact. I am, however, truly grateful to learn that I am Wampanoag. I study history by learning about my family tree. Thanksgiving, as taught in elementary school, has very little to do with the real events that took place at the time. There was a feast and celebration, and there was a great deal of unease about these English people who built a fort around their town and put cannons on the second story of their church. These Pilgrims, who are depicted to children as seeking religious freedom, only believed in religious freedom for themselves. They had been repressed in Holland for their beliefs and wanted a place where their somewhat radical thinking would not clash with any royal Euros. They did not propose to extend religious freedom and tolerance to the native people they encountered in America. They proposed to convert them to Christianity, their own style of Christianity.
Harvard was endowed and sustained in business by conversion of native people. The Indian College was used to educate and convert natives. If they had not come up with donations based on this premise, Harvard may never have become the institution it is today. My tenth great grandfather Thomas Dudley signed the charter for Harvard because he was the colonial governor when it opened. His daughter and my 9th great grandmother, Anne Bradstreet, was a poet and wife of Simon Bradstreet, also a colonial governor.
I am not as proud of them as I am of Quadequina. I have taken sides in the Thanksgiving story. I think the Pilgrims were rude to say the least. We build it up as a story about peace and religion, but it was a story of imperialism. When I learned that all the historic wampum belts have gone to England to be kept in museums I became angry. A very cool Wampanoag elder who worked at Plimouth gave me some very wise advise about that. She told me there was no point in being angry about the past. She is obviously correct, but my feelings have changed about history, Massachusetts Colony and all that it meant, and the fable of Thanksgiving. There is more bitterness that the peach pie reveals. It makes me wonder exactly how my tribe feels when they celebrate this holiday. It looks like the tribe may open a casino on Martha’s Vineyard. It is fair to give them access to the wealth and the weakness of the white people on that island. There is plenty for everyone. Turn about is fair play, even if it comes hundreds of years later.
The Celtic holiday Samhain is still celebrated by some on October 31. The city of Dublin is embracing the ancient holiday in new ways. Poetry is a way to create connection with the future and also with the past. Some poems and songs survive from anonymous authors, while ancient Greeks are preserved in drama, ode and epic. Translation is a tricky thing, especially when translating Pagan rituals to Catholic practices. My ancestors, the O’Byrnes, came from County Meathe where Samhain was and is celebrated. I hope someday to visit Dublin to see these Irish in action with their ancient tradition.
Since I am in Tucson, with a strong and popular All Souls’ Day party I plan to add poetry this year by attending the reading on Friday night at the U of A Poetry Center by our new poet laureate. He is from the border, our own very specific and special place. This border has been directly responsible for plenty of death, and plenty of opportunity. In a spiritual sense our border has never been real, but artificial, setting a trap, catching little prey. It makes crime irresistible to the desperate. It works to incentivize illegal behavior. If the dead are visiting this week they will have no trouble crossing the border, even though they may have died trying. I look forward to the experience.
This holiday season I have decided to create a diet plan. Each year we splurge eating outside of our normal diet to enjoy some seasonal goodies both at home and out and about. I think it is silly to deny yourself all relatively unhealthy foods since it creates a special power around the food. You can taste almost anything, then put it down and walk away without harming yourself. Moderation in all things may seem stingy in comparison to the commercial holiday cheer with merchandise at the base of it all. Gifting or not gifting is easy at our house. We like experiences better than items so very few presents are given unless they are special yard sale finds. We love art, but filled our home already, so we have to go to galleries and museums to see anything new. Our tradition involves making treats and attending special events. This season I am mindfully setting a budget, not so much in dollars, but in calories, alcohol, and fat.
If I allow myself to be mindless at the supermarket I end up with a lot of unhealthy treat ingredients that will become cookies, etc. I have become a creative bartender and now have a vast array of interesting liquor with which to mix cocktails. The idea of the taste profile of the cocktail is to enhance your snacks or meal. I enjoy creating new cocktails from recipes and sometimes by experiment. Since I enjoy taking risks in the kitchen, my bar tending is a natural extension of that exploratory spirit. I am carried away with using seasonal ingredients and the fruit from my garden in cocktail recipes. I could not work at a bar since I know few classic drinks, but in terms of kinky creations I get better all the time. Therein lies the problem. These tasty spirits take over the situation and decide that moderation is out the window for the night. One good taste leads to another. Last winter I did allow the spirit of alcohol to leave the barn door open for the spirit of sugar and other inferior foods to enter my body in mass quantities. My general health suffered from this overdose, and required reform of my diet in order to recover.
This winter as the nights grow longer and the wood stove glows I am starting a written log of what I eat and drink. This is not for publication, but for my own information. I will not allow sneaky spirits, holiday or otherwise, make me fat this winter. They have no power over me. I never drank hard alcohol until a couple of years ago when I bought some cheap bourbon to pour on my dad’s grave on All Soul’s Day. My parents both loved to cocktail way too much, which was responsible for many of their health problems. I have chosen to have a different relationship with alcoholic spirits. Cheers! Happy Holidays! Think before you drink!!!