Adventures in Kombucha

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Sometimes I think it is essential to look the part, to play the part. No?

My rad friends got me this, “But First Kombucha” shirt for Christmas. They’re awesome and totally get me.

So when I wanted to learn the ropes of kombucha, I had to wear the shirt.

This post is about human connection and community as much as it is about kombucha.

I remember when I first met my friend Kate at the market. She had on this cool hat, awesome socks, she was pretty much cool. I could tell right away she was like an earthy soul sister and all around good person. I came to her booth and we went to compliment each other at the same time (me on her general look, and her about my baby pink hair). She was there selling cheese for a farmer, but some how we got talking about kombucha. This was a while ago. Fast forward to me joining the market and Kate carrying kombucha at the market. It was sooooo good. Cherry was favorite because that’s my favorite food. But the market let me not only interact with Kate on a regular basis, but I got to try loads of different flavors. There was strawberry mint and one with turmeric and so many more, I can’t think of all the kinds I’ve tried over the years.

I’ll note that this was before kombucha was easy to find at the store.

But Kate stopped doing the market at the end of the summer………………..

And I moved to Champaign……………………

I didn’t want to pay a small fortune for a bottle of kombucha at the store. Plus I am very much one of those self-sufficient types and I have wanted (even before my first encounter with Kate) to make kombucha.

I was intimidated to make it, though, because reading on the internet makes it scary, I feel, and there can be a lot of horror stories.

And I always had Kate, but then I was on my own, and the time was right to learn for myself. Because why not learn from someone who’s been doing it for a long time, with no troubles? So I messaged Kate and scheduled something. I also invited my girl Crystal from church, because we talked about kombucha, farming and more the first time we met. I knew she would love it.

So we set off with our glass jars, ready to learn and see for ourselves.

I cannot even put into words our little adventures. It is more than kombucha. There is a reason I love farmer’s markets. Why I’ve visited farms in the past. Why it’s an integral part of the future I see myself in.

Kate and Jason live on a little slice of heaven. We pull up and they have grass-fed dairy cows chilling in their front yard. You can see all of Jason’s hives in the back yard. Further away their are chickens. And in the woods are hundreds of logs ready to grow mushroom. We drove for miles surrounded by traditional corn and wheat fields to this oasis of life. There are gardens. There are trees. It’s quiet and peaceful and perfect.

Besides this, however, are the people. I love markets because of the connection factor. Not just making a connection to my food (okay this is the person growing, baking, making, etc. my food), but the person behind it. That is something in this society. In a society, where frankly I think we are distracted and numb to our own lives, I think this matters. In a time of technology, where you see sad photos of us stooped over our phones. Of a family or friends sitting in the same room, utterly engrossed in another reality.

So true human connection matters to me. It should matter to us all. Having conversations, real ones with eye contact, interaction, listening, engagement, is beautiful. I get a high leaving the markets in the summer after meeting and interacting with new people all morning. Continue reading “Adventures in Kombucha”

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Why Yoga: It’s National Yoga Month

077It’s National Yoga Month. Did you know that? Have you been? It’s late in the month, but what better time than NOW to start?

Before I go into why to yoga. Let me share my own yoga history. I have had a body/mind interest as long as I can remember. My love of portrait sketching, morphed into sports drawings, when I was in Middle School. I scouted and looked for the most inspiring sports pictures to draw. Some would call it an addiction. I would like to consider it dedication. At the same time I was playing multiple sports and lifting weights. My sister is seven years older than I am, while she was in high school we had a little weight-lifting area in our garage. I would venture out there. I pleaded with my dad to let me lift. He promised me when I turned 10, I could. The countdown began. I loved it. I was strong. I am strong, naturally. I love testing my body. Once I got to high school, my dad’s fitness business began growing…rapidly. But initially, I spent every summer tucked away in the garage, watching him instructing his clients. I lifted weights with the guys. Pushing. Always pushing what I thought I was capable of. In school I took every fitness center class I could fit into my schedule. I instantly stood out as the strongest female. I kept piling on plates. In college, I was dead-set on studying exercise science. Anatomy class, after anatomy class. I spent my summers in the gym, playing and lifting with the college players we had or the other guys. I was always eager to show that I was not to be underestimated. I am strong. Continue reading “Why Yoga: It’s National Yoga Month”