Y2 – Day 168 – 21 years

Today you are 21 years old.

Twenty one years and eight months ago, I had news you would come to be.  Our gestation period was physically difficult and complicated by horrific, tragic family news. The advent of your birth brought hope, joy and strength to all of us. Your arrival was not exactly as planned but it saved your life.  Gratefully, in womb we had bonded.  Your name was always supposed to be your legacy, but you gave it meaning.

You were a bald, gorgeous and easy baby.  I have never seen or heard of any other infants who rocked and sang themselves to sleep and then awakened themselves up with a smile and a twinkle in their eye.  Everyone admired your disposition.

At five months to the day, you first sat up by yourself.  You cruised and followed your brother like a champion.  You adored your real life ‘Barney’ and Power Ranger partner in crime.   You welcomed your sister with curiosity and openness.  You felt responsible and guided and cared for her.  You showed your reverence and amusement for everything through your lively, personal and unique expression.  You played with cheer, laughing and giggling with heart.

And then you went to school and excelled from day one.  You gave your best effort every day of your life.  Whether you were on soccer or softball, in school or after school, singing or learning or acting, your passion for all of it was clear.  Your determination and dedication sometimes turned into stubborn frustration and you revealed your emotions bluntly, verbalizing and arguing and crying “unfair”.  Your love of all animal life, righteousness, equality and steadfast commitment were established.  Your pulse on justice, history and decorum was astounding.

You were in awe at all you saw and savored life with a maturity beyond your age, with every passing year.  You cared deeply and treated kindly.  You read voraciously.

And now you are 21.

Your hair has grown in beautifully.  Your indignation has bloomed into working for others’ freedom and rights;  legally protesting crimes against humanity and standing up for the wronged, making the world aware of the reparations needed.  Your wonder of the world has turned into an eagerness to be the solution which is the hallmark of great leaders.  You use your developed, natural expressiveness, perseverance and tenacity to influence those about you to better circumstances.  Your kinship and compassion for animals has led you to be ethically vegan.

You are an amazing woman with breathtaking, mature wisdom and a seemingly endless capacity to love, to think, to live, to educate, to write, to inspire, to be thoughtful, to be timely, to empathize, to cook, to be responsible, to bake, to sweeten, to share and to give to this world.  What a gift!

Happy Birthday!

I am so grateful to have been chosen to be your mom.  You have reeducated me. You have supported my every dream with your generous praise, advice, gift of books, writing paraphernalia and thoughtful luxury items. We keep getting to know each other better through the years and you continue to knock my socks off with your beauty, your enthusiasm, your common sense, your depth and your fortitude.

Alles Gute zum Geburtstag!

Love you, Mom

PS:  To say I am not impressed and proud of all of my children – is an understatement  – but today it’s about you.

Y2 – Day 167 – Reunion

How wonderful for people to re-unite and begin again.  Like in the airport scenes from the movie, Love Actually, all three of my grown children will be meeting up at San Francisco Airport tonight and I truly wish I could be a fly on the wall.

May their summer days be filled with learning, growing, sharing and laughing.  I know it will be filled with commuting, walking, eating and reading.  I know we have lived an intense, event filled and quality life, thus far.  How exciting for us as parents to behold our very own future in such good-hearted, intelligent, interesting and honest hands.

The beauty of old, mature, green trees never ceases to amaze me.  They enhance neighborhoods, they enrich our environment and they enliven the scenery.Martin Luther King Ave. in North Berkeley.

“Let him who would enjoy a good future waste none of his present.” – Roger Babson

Y2 – Day 166 – I Keep Eating

Well, it wasn’t enough to overindulge in Berkeley, it seems.  Last night, the love of my life and I dined at Fitness Grill in Yorba Linda where everything can become vegan and they even have a separate vegan menu with TEN items!! Lucky me.  Lucky for Cindi they had a patio and we packaged up some kibbles in a baggie and took her out to dinner too.

I started with an appetizer called Avocado Cocktail.  It could have used more lime/lemon/acid and salt.  Presentation was an 8 but chips were stale and seemed like they were from the bottom of a bag.  I have had this version of guacamole before, both out and made by ourselves and it could have used more care and soul but I was hungry so finish it, I did.My entree was a Stuffed Portobello with risotto, summer squash, onion, fresh tomatoes, green peas, olives and corn sitting on a light hummus sauce and sprinkled with chopped fresh cilantro and roasted slivered almonds.  The saffron was a bit overpowering which made it bitter but then you get used to the strength and it was fine.  The Portobello mushroom is a notorious meaty substitute for vegetarians.  The “risotto” looked more like a couscous.  It was creative and presented well though and was actually very tasty.

All things considered, we will be coming again to try out other dishes, perhaps their vegan pizza (I know I know – I seem to be on a roll).

Having the patio makes it welcoming to our party of two plus Cindi and piping out good ‘ole eighties music like The Cure, Morrissey, Depeche Mode and New Order on a continuous loop of hits and obscurities, didn’t hurt either.  Not to mention the availability of vegan fare.

Y2 – Day 165 – San Francisco

On the heels of reading Daughter of Fortune and Portrait in Sepia by Isabel Allende, where in San Francisco plays a dominant part, almost a character part in these fine researched historical novels, images spoke to me and reflected back.In the beginning, San Francisco was named Yerba Buena by the few non-natives who came to find their fortune here.

At the ferry market or port, the bygone era and European influences in architecture stand firm.  Notice the archways, the mirrored glass and the 245 foot clock tower modeled after a 12th century Spanish cathedral in Seville.

On the bayside is a re-constructed wharf, the floors are marbled mosaic and the center hall is completely lit by 660 feet of two storied skylights.

Today, after a massive reconstruction in 2003, the landmark is a location for vendors, restaurants, transportation, tourists and a fun place to shop and eat.  It is a celebration and a hub for food and history.

I can just see the characters in Allende’s books stepping onto the wooden Ferry building built in 1875.  I imagine the trains arriving from back east, the ships from the Far East and South America, pouring into the main gateway during the Gold Rush when Yerba Buena began to get populated and grew exponentially into San Francisco where commerce, infrastructure and culture supplanted the Wild West.

Y2 – Day 164 – Last Supper

My last vegan meal in Berkeley was preceded by THREE different vegan cupcakes.  Chocolate with Peanut Butter Frosting, Cocoa with Mocha Frosting and Ginger with Lemon Frosting from TWO different Bakeries.  I was pretty full but I couldn’t pass up a late night dinner with my son and girlfriend in North Berkeley at an incredible Italian eatery across from the Safeway. The name of the restaurant is Lo Coco’s and it was the best bread on the planet, served with a piquant olive oil.  It seems, after raving to our waiter, that his dad began the starter for the bread THIRTY years ago after arriving from Sicily.  It has a secret, special bacterial ingredient that crossed the Mediteranean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean giving it its flavor and texture.  Tears?  The loaves are small and irregular, crispy and salty with a buttery crunch but no butter is used.  The success of the bread is due to the original starter that evolves and has matured and changed over the years.  I also ordered a small veggie pizza with no cheese.

I just drove back down a few hours ago.  Luckily, the owner’s son gave us a few extra loaves to bring down to OC and we just re-toasted them up and enjoyed them.  Not as fabulous as when they were fresh, dimly lit and eaten with M and J but it was nice to share with my husband, daughter and boyfriend and bring them a little taste of foodie heaven.

I am exhausted but sated.  Tomorrow, we become true empty nesters again.  All our chickadees will be together in the Bay area this summer and I love having family in Nor Cal so I can visit and have an excuse to eat like that again.

 

Y2 – Day 163 – Kindness in Berkeley

Enough cannot be said of the kindnesses I have encountered here during my stay in Berkeley.  From the gratitude of my children to the availability of neighbors to the invitations from young, intelligent and cheery new adults I have met, I am overwhelmed with appreciation.

Here is what I have picked up about this oasis of the Bay Area in my short stay in a residential neighborhood.

The residents are serious about their impact on the world and their environment.  They feel better walking or cycling than driving around even if they own a car (a hybrid of course), they compost, recycle and re-use.  As you walk down the sidewalk, – shoes, books, toys, furniture etc… is left for whomever needs or wants it.

You have to take your own bags everywhere you shop because unless it is a fancy gift at a boutique –  ordinary grocery, produce and Walgreens type of shopping requires you to carry your own re-usable sack.

It is a diverse, multi-cultural, multi-racial, ageless and vibrant community.  There is an openness here that you intuitively synchronize with or dislike according to your own lightness and comfort of being.

It is urban but not posh.  It is cosmopolitan but not chic.  It is filled with sophisticated scholars that know they have so much more to learn.  It is a world of readers, artists, workers, musicians, walkers and intellectuals with souls.  Every social, monetary, religious and political class co-exists in harmony.  The young and the old, the hetero and the homosexual, the poor and the elite – are living together inside a few miles of land, both city and residential.

It humbles everyone.  It feels balanced.  It somehow works.  The beat of this town’s drum lies low, its rhythm is steady, its tone is on the edge.  The sound, the look and the feel of Berkeley are remarkable, authentic, stable and explosive all at once.  The more I visit, the more I fall in love with its vibration.  The deeper I explore its streets, the deeper I pulsate with its inhabitants.  Experiencing the pizzazz of Berkeley is like combining a multifaceted lyric into one composition of a gemstone.Simple sidewalk chalk art speaks of the creative juice that stirs this city’s poetry – individuals in their own sphere of existence embracing each other.

Y2 – Day 162 – Gather

Berkeley, San Francisco, this entire Bay Area is a Foodie Paradise.  I found myself being whisked to Gather restaurant on Oxford St. on Sunday shortly after my arrival.  The menu clearly depicts Vegan fare with a V, so it is super easy to order off of.  Smart.  The menu occasionally changes to reflect what is freshest and in season and the dessert menu at this time of year with all the herbs and fruits – is different pretty much every day.

What I love about most Berkeley eateries is you can go with omnivores, gluten intolerants, vegans and primals to the same location.  Everyone is special.  No one is left out.  Very democratically, they cater to everyone’s tastes.  Everybody is happy and eats what they want and it is almost always delicious all around the heterogeneous table.

While my son enjoyed a Lucky Dog Ranch Burger with cheddar and fries and a spring mix salad, his girlfriend chose a sausage pizza (they have a wood burning oven) topped with braised leeks, potatoes, kale and thyme.

I ordered a vegan Spicy Tomato pizza with olives, capers, cashew puree, chili oil and parsley.

I consider myself a self-declared connoisseur of pizza dating back probably to my 10th birthday when I insisted on eating 10 slices of homemade various flavored pizzas to honor myself and my absolute favorite food in the world (and still is).

I have eaten and participated in making vegan, gluten free, non-vegan and low carb pizza in my life. I have dined on this humble and simple option in three different cities in Italy as a taste test, all over New York over countless times at different stages of my life, in Argentina  – a land of Italian immigrants with special dinners in my honor and pizza as the requested homemade meal and at world famous pizzerias and on every occasion I allow myself the luxury.  I have eaten it plain with tomatoes and basil, sometimes cheese, with onions and ham, with veggies, meats, white sauce, garlic and chicken, you name it.

Chef Sean Baker’s version was the best vegan pizza I ever had.  I did not expect that. The crust was thin as thin can be and the flavors were exploding and making sweet music in my mouth.  Crispy, fresh and resonant flavors melded into one memorable meal, making this vegan momma very grateful and pleased as punch.

The place was getting nods as people stopped their conversations, tried their dishes and came up for air to utter, “This is delicious.” in between bites.

Everyone was impressed so of course we ordered dessert.

Seed Almond Cake with Coconut Milk Ice Cream and assorted designer looking fruits prepared in gourmet fashion with Basil leaves.  Outrageous and spectacular to the human eye, it was even more surprisingly delectable to this human palate.  I ate the whole thing.

Naturally, I declined to overindulge the following day, but today is another day in good ole Foodie Heaven!  Good thing walking is the best and easiest way to get around from point A to point B here.

Y2 – Day 161 – Assume Nothing

“Attitude is a little thing that makes a big difference.” – Winston Churchill

“Lower your expectations and improve your own outlook.” – ME

Assumptions lead to resentments.  In Don Miguel Ruiz’s life changing book, The Four Agreements, the third agreement is to not make any assumptions.  You never know what is going on in somebody else’s head, how the mystery before you will unfold, or why you are asked to be in a predicament not of your own choosing.

But what is true is that grievances do not permit you to see clearly or rationally.

When I listen to the news, witness a situation or experience disrespect/disagreement/dissimilarity, I interpret it with my prejudices, background and past experiences.

The wise counsel is to let go of your version of history, release judgments you bring to the table (for whatever reason) and observe anew.  Come to each present moment with fresh eyes, with beginner’s mind.

I am not promoting sacrifice, being an easy victim or not safeguarding yourself with boundaries and precautions. Rather, I am suggesting you open up and be willing to interact, react and view each situation as unique.  Don’t be so predictable.

All the while, be in an elevated mental state that allows you to connect the dots and prioritize according to a larger vision, the big picture.

Discarding previous renderings of what we want, have, expect to see, hear and think – creates limitless abundance in our hearts and minds.

For example, take each step towards a goal as a pristine path with the awareness and faith that it all fits into a grander scheme in your aim and ultimately in your life.

Paradox is a spiritual axiom.

See each moment in your life as an opportunity to grow in love, exhibit love and share the love.  Realize it took much pain, discomfort, disappointment and soul searching to arrive here but that it couldn’t have happened any other way.  That is pure acceptance and sound wisdom.

Now go out there and be the change you want to see in the world as Gandhi said.  By exhibiting yourself as love, you bring peace and joy to every minute of every moment of every day to every one.

  “Experience is not what happens to you.

It is what you do with what happens to you.”

Aldous Huxley

 

 

Y2 – Day 160 – Attitude Adjustment

An attitude adjustment is just a shift in perception.

The way you look at something changes form depending on where you are coming from.  Perhaps you have had several phone calls interrupting your work and you are feeling impatient.  Maybe instead, you heard some great news and you are feeling on top of the world.

If you are not feeling comfortable in your own skin, everything will seem drab or wrong and everyone will annoy you.  It’s unpleasant and awkward. Perkiness and cheer will grate your nerves.  The last possible scenario in your head is to be sociable or available.  We isolate.

If you meditate and remember to focus, image and eventually come from a place of love, forgiveness, kindness and goodness, you will see with a new pair of glasses.  The world will seem hopeful, pleasant and agreeable.  You will see life as a flow, a journey where along the way there are lessons and blessings in disguise.

Depending on your mood, your outlook upon anything can be peaceful and serene or chaotic, disruptive, disquieting and restless.

You choose.

Let go of your attachment to being right

 and suddenly your mind is more open.

You’re able to benefit from the unique viewpoints of others,

without being crippled by your own judgment.

Ralph Marston

 

Y2 – Day 159 – Full disclosure

“The thing that is really hard, and really amazing,

is giving up on being perfect and

beginning the work of becoming yourself.”

Anna Quindlen

I have come to understand that in order for me to be able to write about anything, whether I want to or not, I must experience it first.  Universal lessons are learned via story, repetition and exposure. Most of us want to believe our personal trials are unique, but they resonate with everyone.  Although honesty is essential to communication, the reveal is tinged with vulnerability.  But if you identify with it, then you can heal too. And that completes and gratifies me.

“It is one of the most beautiful compensations of life,

that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself.”

 Ralph Waldo Emerson