Beyond the Food

Jeanmare

This is one of those early mornings that I’ve been called to the computer at 4am.  Usually my brain starts lighting up with ideas or things I want to write about  during the quiet hours.  But this morning it wasn’t my mind that woke me.  It was a full heart. 

​Lindsey, Cristy and I recently wound up the last of two plant-based workshop series we created.  It’s what I’ve been working on during every waking spare second I’ve had the past 6 months.  The creation process was a labor of love, I tell you.  And the whole experience has left me with the realization that I’ve never done work before that makes me feel so impassioned.
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I’ve been wanting to do some sort of work around plant-based nutrition for quite some time.  I believe that it is the superior diet for humans and  it is a powerful and scientifically proven approach to preventing and often reversing diseases that simply need not be such as heart disease, cancer, obesity, type 2 diabetes,  high blood pressure.
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I’ve never been out to convert anyone.  I don’t believe in scare tactics or shaming people into making better food choices, (with the exception of my family).   In fact, I rarely talk about it unless people ask or  if someone’s had a recent diagnosis of some kind and are then ready to try anything to back out of that sitch.
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I only know what the plant-based diet has done for me.  It’s allowed me to finally reach a weight I haven’t seen in a decade, I’m rarely sick and on the rare occasion  I do come down with something, it passes quickly, I have lots of energy and feel empowered with having certain boundaries around what I’m putting in my mouth.  Beyond that, there are no monthly subscriptions or prescriptions for eating this way.  No one's getting rich from pushing kale, I'm pretty sure.  It’s just food.  Sounds simple, but it’s difficult for many of us.
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I hate to sound so cliché in saying I feel better than ever, but I mean that quite literally.  I feel better than I ever have in my life.  And I just want to point out that I’m turning 45 next month.  And let this be good news for all you thirty-somethings out there.  The 40’s have been the best years of my life.  And, by my estimation, when you eat plant-based you can subtract 10 years.  So there’s that.
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I’ve gotten off track.

So.  It seemed Lindsey, Cristy and I  were some of the  few people around these parts eating a plant-based diet.  We live in the beautiful heart of the Pennsylvania Wilds where hunting and fishing are the mainstay for local tourism, activities and for putting food on the table. When you don’t eat the Standard American Diet, life can feel a bit isolating.  Especially when you’re a live-to-eat kind of person.
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During our early planning meetings, hours would slip by, the three of us talking off-subject about how we managed eating this way, we talked about troubleshooting social situations and feeding our families, or how we were using tofu or where we could find miso and nutritional yeast.  The support and sharing between us was so comforting and invigorating at the same time.
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Could we bring this to our community?  We knew there had to be a few people out there wanting to explore healthier eating, but maybe, like us in the early stages, they were struggling with the how-to of it all.  So, without droning on about it, let me just say that the workshops ended up looking nothing like what they did in the beginning.
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It reminds me of when novelists say that their book had, sort of, written itself.  That they were just the vessel for the story that wanted to be told.  At the risk of sounding hokey, the creative process for developing these workshops felt like that to me.  One idea led to the next and before we knew it Living Simply Nourished was born.
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We had a total of 21 people from our small community participate in our programs.  The number may sound small, but those 21 people have families.  And friends.  And co-workers.  At our last potluck we had well over 50 people attend, filling up Lindsey’s restaurant with creative, healthy and delicious plant-based food, surprising even the most carnivorous guests.  We’ve also established friendships with people from another local plant-based support group from a neighboring community, which led to creating our own local Cameron County Plant-Based Support Group.  Now, put all these people together and we have quite the tribe.  Everyone needs a tribe.
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It feels amazing.  And I’m not taking credit for it.  It just feels so good to be a part of it.  To be a part of the difference in making healthier food choices in our community, with our own friends and neighbors.

Let me tell you something about my hometown.  When tragedy strikes, when one of ours is diagnosed with disease;  no community comes together and rallies for its people like this one does.  It’s a beautiful part of small town living, not to be taken for granted.  
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I see a similar sense of purpose and momentum with our small plant-based community, within the community. People coming together and rallying in the spirit of disease-free, healthy and optimal living. I see daughters, mothers themselves,  making significant changes in the food they prepare for their children;   redemption, in a way, for losing their own mothers to cancer, far too young.  I witness friends and neighbors doing the same by standing up in the face of a diagnosis, refusing to accept their illness as a jail sentence, becoming empowered to take their health and their future into their own hands.

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It’s moving.   It’s brave.  It’s courageous and contagious.  And to be witness to their courage... it  has some sort of  power over me to do more.  What more can any of us do in our own communities in the name of preventative health?  Community gardens, food shares, plant-based cooking or herbal remedy classes, good old fashioned trade and barter, community sustained agriculture?  Maybe you have an idea...I'd love to hear it.
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​Ps.  On the very afternoon of writing the first draft of this blog post, I came down with what felt like the flu.  That afternoon, my mother came by to fix me some tea and rub my feet, Cristy dropped off a care package of herbal remedies and teas and my neighbor kindly sent me over some delicious seitan sausage he's been experimenting with.  See what I mean about this place?  I'm going to miss it here.