Commercial Free Celiac

From May 20, 2015 ( Couldn’t seem to get this post published, you’ll see why maybe? — it was left in a shoebox file called drafts till today when I realized revision for this piece will be ongoing)

With corporate agriculture, distributorships, and media recognizing us all day everyday, it’s not enough to take the straight route to health.

We are all too familiar with road blocks which we have to circumnavigate. We are constantly learning to lean into the detours, to recall the bridges that have been burned for us. We have already developed pat answers for the questions our nay-sayers, as well as our familiars, are asking.

We want our answers to be better. We’d like our questioners to be better. We try to direct everyone to the signs that allow safe passage and a better trip through the journey that is our good life. We are continually traveling along with the now. We know nostalgia is always calling our names .

Most days, when I try to post, I’d like to convey some expression regarding the good life — a way to let you know I’m “in it,” in this recurring now.

What I’m actually driving towards has many ups and downs, many curves, and a lot of stops and starts. Some say it’s not a race to health, while others circle the track at incredible speeds focusing on just one goal, hoping their arrival will not be late, and happy for the turn around, if they can make it.

Some of the most base ideas are going so slowly, we think to avoid them as we muddle through the dense fog of the immediate, constant correction.  Is it an accident in our “Last scene of all” we are “sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything”? ( As You Like It: Act 2, Scene 7 )

Sans the commercial interest in branding? Never.

You’re surrounded by, invaded by, the quick and the damned, ready to go viral with many, many, clicks of the button. You’re on camera, and video, more than you know and these shots go into the selfies shoebox file hidden under a bed of servers. These distinctive files are simply “you.” If someone else sees them, they’ll understand, so the perfect place for them is in a shoebox file under a bed of servers.