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I walk the streets of the city. I’m traveling, yet I’m stationed within a foreign land, one I’ve become accustomed to for the last three months. Above me, in usual winter fashion, the sky is gray, dark with threatening rain. But the people are out, for it’s after noon as the weekend begins. Here, after the social nights of Friday, the parisien rises to find a bistrot among family and friends. Stomachs rumble with the digest of the previous evening’s soirée.
Consciously Consumed
Camron Karsten2007-04-27 22:14:47
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Small petite tiles decorate the floor as if laid by the shop owner himself, which lead to clustered stacks of wooden shelves. They’re in some form of order, yet I’m not quite sure what or if the array was intentional. It’s an arbitrary dispersal of lined rows through the middle of the galley, where tweed-woven baskets open to the shopper as a cornucopia of piled walnuts, dates, potatoes and ginger root. Along the walls are the arrangements of the morning’s whole grain breads, undressed fruits and vegetables off their seasonal nods, and a chilled cabinet humming with the freshness of organic cheeses, yogurts, blocks of raw tofu and even soymilk. I inhale as I weave around the baskets guarding the door, greeting the owner with an exchange of “Bon jour!” I taste the flavors of Earth upon my palette.
As I meander, smelling, tasting, feeling the homely ambiance and the energies of sustenance in the air, I absorb each product and I’m reminded of consciousness. It consumes me, this art of conscientious living, and it is fueled by one image. It’s among the shelves of nature’s remedies, upon the hemp oils and conditioners, where there lies that familiar recognition we all know. It is of home, cherished home, and each recycled plastic and glass bottle, each brown bag with its raw scent, has the varied image of our home. Mother Earth, green and blue in her luster; she spins round throughout her diversity.
Being A Human, Right?
I emphasize home for one reason. We each have our own on different levels—the things were most familiar with. I call my family and friends home, as well as this specific lifestyle of conscious consuming. And the one home we can all relate to is that spherical image of the Earth.
Any home supplies us with the support of life. As our Mother Earth, this planet provides us with all of it—a place of habitation, gravity, light and darkness, as well as the necessities of air and food. Regarding
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