Wild Rice


Original Posting in 2009:

Frantic. Home from work. Arguing with husband about dinner. Daughter and I are gluten and dairy free. Other daughter and husband are not. I’m irritated. I want us to eat together. But how can we?

I also don’t want to cook. I want to relax. To be fed without effort.

I go into the kitchen deciding I will try a new gluten free recipe- mad.

Thinking, why do I have to cook? I have things I want to do.

Talk to husband about impending birthday of both our Gemini girls.

I take out the wild rice.
Why must I rinse it?
What a pain in the ass.

It’s getting it all over my hands as I try to wash away whatever I’m supposed to wash away.  And how will I drain it without losing it all down the kitchen sink drain?

I lose some grains.
I go to fill a pot. Let the water boil.
I touch the rinsed wild rice, and it occurs to me, as sometimes happens, this is a moment of opportunity to connect, in this case with my food.

But it doesn’t happen like that, as a thought of something I should do.
It occurs to me through the experience of touching the rice and noticing the sight with my eyes.

I am making food with my hands to nourish my body. Here in this space of homemaker I can reconnect, feel inspired and alive.

We often go from thing to thing missing these kinds of moments. That’s because they are in the spaces of our movement.

Have you had your wild rice moment yet today?

>A New Blog


The control of the palate is a valuable aid for the control of the mind.  ~Gandhi

Here at The Soul Reporter, I dig into the soul, sharing that journey and what I find with you. There was a time, this was all I needed to do in order to feel good and live well.  That was until a couple of years ago when I visited a nutritionist.  I was experiencing intense premenstrual symptoms, bloating, irritability, and she told me to give up gluten. What in the world is gluten?

For months, I investigated this little protein filler and realized it was in just about everything. Following her “diet” I began feeling better within a week. The bloat began to diminish. The fog began to lift and I was less angry.  During this gluten-free transition, I have fallen off the wagon straight into a donut shop or a cheeseburger spot, especially here in California.  However, in developing this new blog, I hope to get back on track and support others while doing so.

Whether you are gluten-sensitive and just beginning your journey, or never heard of it before this blog can assist. It isn’t fancy and full of complicated ingredients and even more complicated recipes. It is basic. Simple. Real. And hopefully affordable, which are all needed when we begin a new lifestyle change. 

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