Unlike the peanut butter one, this was not inspired by eating rice. And also unlike my experience with peanut butter, as fas as I can recall, I’ve been a fan of rice.
Growing up in Hawai‘i, it’s a local staple. With inflation, it’s a pretty expensive staple, which for a grain, is less than ideal.
Small kid time, I never knew the price of rice or its diversity:
short grain
long grain
jasmine
brown
yellow basmati
the
list
goes
on
All I knew as a kid was good ole ‘sticky white rice’ and Mom’s fried rice. Those two were the best…
It’s funny and sad all rolled into one but life just shows time and time again how good something is when it’s down to the last bite, scoop, or the dreaded, you made dinner and you’re all out of rice no more enough to make a pot, gotta run store only to realize da buggah costs 10-20x as much as it used to for the big bag?!?!?! and that $5 emergency bill you grabbed in the ashtray can’t even get you the super small, manini kine on sale.
Such a wild ride we’re on.
I often wonder about the ride and where it leads.
How much rice left get?
How many scoops is enough?
Often when I’m eating, not just rice, but a meal in general, I work on slowing down and savoring each bite, working on being mindful and present during the meal. Incredibly challenging but a practice that I’ve been cultivating since reading Thich Nhat Hahn’s Peace is every step hard to believe but legit 20 years ago and was challenged to smile while slowly, mindfully peeling and eating an orange.
Wow, that was really 20 years ago. That book, preceded a deepening dive into the self-work, the avoidance and hokey pokey of admitting that I was on a spiritual journey and the continued conscious expansion since.
Or more simply put, my commitment to being a healthier Human + Being holistically.
When I pause and look at that, the many ways in which my Life has flowed, the challenges, the tragedies that seem to be dotted lived saved posts that bookmark the eras, there exists an overwhelming beauty.
Almost like a bespoke, handmade fit, crafted just for me.
To borrow from streetwear, sneaker cultures, and fashion, it’s the not the limited, exclusive drop, though at times, that could be a part of it. It’s more like the creations of PROLETA RE ART, unique 1:1s that give a whole new dimension to different aspects of the past, making for a beautiful whole that needs, all of it.
But that’s not just me, that’s our lives, both individual, and as a collective.
How that went from rice to bespoke, handcrafted artisan denim, well, if you know me, it actually makes sense, but we’ll leave you here Dear Reader.
Soul Goodnight and Goodmorning.
And if you haven’t, click below to:
read the peanut butter one!