Ok, Christmas is gone and I keep hearing people complaining about their lunches and dinners because they had too much food but "hey, it's Christmas, you have to eat until you burst". Well, no! You don't. I mean, you have to do so many things you don't like in your life all through the year, the holidays should be an important moment when you rest, spend time with your family and finally get to do what you like. How can you let things get between you and your freedom even when you have a choice? I don't get it.
I spent 4 days fasting during Christmas and I liked it. No regrets, no pain and no complaints. I am so happy of what I did that I'm going to do it again in the next few days but not before I come back from Barcelona. I mean, I'm going south towards a wonderful city where I'll find some of the best fruits and veggies in all Europe, how could I be fasting? Food has got to be a pleasure and fasting too. So I'm about to go now, me my friends, my car a didgeridoo and a disco armonico (like a hangdrum). I'm really happy to go because I'll be doing what I love most (playing and travelling) with the people I love in a fruity European capital city. I'll be posting some pics, promise! Ta-da
sabato 29 dicembre 2012
On my way to Barcelona
martedì 18 dicembre 2012
Anise sprouts and pizza
I found it better than ordinary pizza but my taste has changed dramatically in the last few months so I can only suggest you try it for yourself, I can post the whole recipe upon request. Then I went to visit my grandparents and when I got back home I saw that the anise seeds are finally sprouting after 3 days. I went there to throw them out because I thought they would be rancid and with great surprise and pleasure I noticed the first sprouts so I gave them water to encourage growth. I hope they taste good but here is how they look in the jar:
mercoledì 12 dicembre 2012
The way back
I went through hard times in my life, like most of us, and I tried to fight my way out of the darkest hours when I was younger. And when I say fight I mean literally, even if my fights were mainly with walls or hard surfaces rather than with people. I'm not saying this out of pride or for some nostalgic feelings but because yesterday something weird happened to me. Yesterday it was very cold and I had slept less than usual so I couldn't find a way to keep myself warm other than my car heating system, so I kept it at maximum temperature. As the air went through the vents and crushed on my hands, I was feeling it burning my knuckles because it was way too hot and all of a sudden I thought that I had to direct the vents away from my hands because they were wounded for punching a wall. I knew where the wounds were without looking at them and I could feel them, the only problem was that my hands weren't wounded at all. It was a memory of something that happened to me a few years ago, on September of 2007. But it didn't feel like a simple memory because yesterday I could feel those wounds as if they were really there. I'm having a lot of experiences like this one, lately. It all started with my detoxification which happened after I changed the way I was eating, after I started following the natural hygiene schemes. I feel as if the toxins that are melting away were holding pieces of information that are now running free through my blood stream and that my body can recognize and decode as memories, but more vivid and real than usual memories. Of course I'm not talking of deja vu or deja veçu, this is something else. Plus they're going backwards, in chronological order as if the toxins that are melting away now were older than the ones that did so a few weeks ago. Now I'm really curious to find out where this way back leads in the end.