Hello and welcome to this glorious Friday, April 23, 2021. Today is a rare and precious day that will never come again.
Before each meal, DC and I take a few moments to thank all those who have directly and indirectly contributed to the food that nourishes our body and sustains our life. To date, we have yet to be able to identify a single person, place, or thing that in some way has NOT had a role in the production, distribution, or preparation of our meal.
Who do we have to thank for our meals? Everyone, and everything.
Particularly in the west, there is a strong sense of individualism, or independence. Coinciding with this independent thinking is a tendency to overlook the causes and conditions underlying the abundant resources available to us. Unfortunately, many of these resources are often taken for granted.
“A hundred times a day I remind myself that my inner and outer life depend on the labor of others." Albert Einstein.
This morning I had oatmeal and toast for breakfast – and coffee, lots of coffee. Even though I bought the rolled oats from the store, that’s not where they came from. It states on the packaging that I ate “a product of Canada.” Somewhere in the agricultural lands of Canada, the oats that I had for breakfast were sowed, tended to, and harvested by people who I have never met. I am directly connected to all those in Canada who put the time and energy into the production of the oats.
These Canadian oats didn’t magically appear in the store. After being harvested, they were toasted, hulled, steamed, rolled, packaged, and transported by tru