May 10, 2017 11:54pm
For Emiko Oka Mottys October 10, 1931 - May 10, 2017
Survived by her daughter and three grandchildren.
It’s so difficult for me to believe this is the last time I will see you.
And now you are gone. I turn around and I think you are there still laying in your bed. I tiptoe as if not to wake you. I wake up as if my alarms I set to caretake for you are still needed.
All I ever wanted for you was to be happy. Your happiness was my happiness. I loved you and looked up to you so much. I was proud of you. I am sorry for I know you struggled so much in your life. I know with all my heart you were let down over and over again by people you were supposed to be able to trust.
We don’t always say the right thing, do we? And we learn valuable lessons way too late. I am sorry for leaving you and resenting you and really just not appreciating you for who you were - your crass and tough exterior did not hide your frail and kind soul inside. You had probably been pulled and pushed in so many directions you didn’t even know who you were anymore and so you lost your mind. I am sorry I could not make you stronger.
But you were strong. You worked so hard for our livelihood … which, actually, wasn’t very lively, but you did it. You did a great job taking care of me. I wish I knew then what I know now. I would have enjoyed the little things and more importantly, I would have helped you enjoy the little things or maybe done them with you and I would have forgave your obsession with doing dishes and keeping house and working long, long hours. All the gardening you did and walking is free and cooking that you loved and your tasteless humor - and I wouldn’t have wanted more. Not for you and not for me.
I know the feeling of being alone and of having nothing. I tried to show you how much I loved you and I tried to be a good daughter.
Do you remember when I washed your car in the parking lot of Truffles while you were at work to surprise you? I think you said I’d missed a spot or two after careful examination of the mint green 1973 Cutlass Supreme. Or what about the time I left school at lunch to bring you flowers? Was that your birthday? I took so long I got in trouble when I got back. But maybe we we can never be perfect in our mother’s eyes? I wanted your friends to know you were not alone and that you were loved.
That little girl is gone now and I don’t know who I am sometimes. But I’m glad you died peacefully. I know I didn’t get everything right and I know I’d get frustrated, but I think I got this right and when you were ready to let go you were in no pain and surrounded with a boisterous crowd of family who loved you at home. You were in no pain when there was nothing more to do here on Earth. But I will miss you.
I’ll miss all the scrambled egg and smoothie making, all the card games and tv shows. Remember when you broke your back and you were in that horrible rehab the first time? Those nurses were so surprised you could play cards! Oh how we underestimate people. They saw you as nothing more than a bed number I suppose when you were a multidimensional human being with varied interests and hobbies that they really didn’t even bother to get to know! But … we all do our best, don’t we? Maybe - to quote a friend - good enough isn’t good enough after all. Yes, we can do better. I’m still traumatized from the last time you were there. The quality of care has declined rapidly.
I am 45 now and you were just 5 years younger when you had me and just 6 years older when you decided to venture out on your own with me. I know that was scary for you. For the next coming decades you worked your ass off so we could get by. I am glad you got to see and spend time with your grandchildren and to know your in-laws. I can still hear Dan’s voice when they’d come over, “EH-MEH!” like a loud thundering boom. They always had something to share, a new quilt or new recipe or game or memory jar full of cut up strips of paper because she saw it on Oprah. Joan was always so loving. So loving to you. To all of us. You too were so loving and so generous of the heart. We were lucky. I don’t think anyone could have asked for more.
I keep thinking, How could you die?! You know you’ve been saying that to me for 30 of my years? Maybe you said that because you were so depressed or stressed - and with good reason. How could you die?! You’ve been saying that for so long and you never died before! How could you … just … I mean, what am I going to do without you to worry about, to call me home, to BE THERE for me? How could you die? Part of me just doesn’t understand. I mean, after all this time. You are free.
I imagine a thousand white candles burning and a thousand paper whites blooming and a thousand white roses at your feet and at your head and your eyes are closed and you are restored to your self again and at peace. And I know when I look at these pictures of you that you led a wild and crazy youth and you lived your life - those were just never things I saw when we were together in this short time. I'm glad you led a good life despite the struggles you endured. These good and sweet memories I will cherish. You will be so missed. You were my rock. And now you are my sun and moon and star and you are the love in my heart. I love you , mom. Know that I love you.
If anyone has ever made me feel "normal" it is Nicolette Niman of Niman Ranch. Thats right, Ranch. Being a vegetarian from 8-24 years old, I am very good at cooking vegetables. Nicolette Niman wrote a book called Defending Beef. She also was a vegetarian. What made both of us change back was the resurgence of the family farm. (I highly recommend looking for her TED talks also btw which I have not seen, but if you don't have time for a book and want the cliffs notes, could be the way to go).
That all said, I am really liking the word 'inclusive'. My son and i had a conversation the other day about the Herbivorous Butcher and he said, "Yea, its a shame so many people hear the word 'vegan' and automatically think it's gross." It is unfortunate, isn't it? Yet most omnivores still don't really know where their animal products come from and that is perfectly OK. I wonder, are people just trying one thing one time and throwing that label on it? Are people just really unwilling to try because it's 'weird' stepping outside the ol' comfort zone? Whatever the reason is, I don't really care. I just find it strange and somewhat annoying. That said, we're going to do a little product sampling of this Herbivorous Butcher ... but it isn't because we aren't perfectly happy with the colorful variety of lovely vegetables! We are just going to try something new. And I cannot wait! All these little experiments and food adventures are kind of like Christmas morning.
Now back to the word 'inclusive'.
I have a friend who started a private school. Honestly, sometimes I think she started it because she is as outside the box as I am and equally as frustrated with the blind conformity. I mean the horrible lunches and school foods and the lack of eco consciousness. My kids couldn't even bring their own lunch boxes to their fine Naperville middle school. Each of my three children were given lunch boxes and in middles school each of them asked me to give them brown paper bags because of peer pressure which is exactly where our story gets complicated. You see, it is a cultural issue, not a policy issue. So, where were the adult supervisors? I don't know.
She told me that at their school they even offered a Christian bible study if the students were interested. Of course, they also offer meditation and crystal energy study and so on. The point is, they were inclusive ... despite the criticism from say, local Christians. Why is one party inclusive and another so afraid?
I have a lot of questions, don't I? I know. I wonder, do you have a lot of questions, dear reader? I bet you do. Well, there is hope. Tairi, the founder of the school, is creating her own answer and I am lucky enough to know her, despite our differences, and also interview her about how she found and created some of her own answers ...and I will be writing about it here, in the Peace Planet Journal.
Now, that complicated question of cultural issues is a sticky one isn't it? There are no easy answers, but we're tough. We don't need easy. We could settle with intelligent, however. Thats why I love the Herbivorous Butcher. They also are creating their own answers. Another dear friend of mine who was also sweet enough to let me interview her is Dianne Peterson. She and her husband Bob had lived in Sweden for a while. Bob, aka Robert Nishikawa, PhD, is a professor at the University of Pittsburgh Cancer Institute. "He wants to save lives," she modestly says. They lived and he worked in Sweden and what she found was that the people there didn't know it was strange to ride their bikes in the rain, or haul their recyclables with a load of children in tow on bikes, or rush off to school or work ... even when late ... by bicycle. She said there was a saying, there is no such thing as bad weather, just bad clothes. Is it equivalent to say, there are no such thing as bad people, just bad choices? There is a correlation between cancer and environment. We know this. What a downer, right?!
So, when will the cultural shift occur? What will we continue to tolerate? When will we say enough is enough? Yep. I do have a lot of questions, but I believe we have the answers. And I love it that so many people are out there creating their own answers.
The Biology of Belief, report for curriculum
The Biology of Belief is a book about cellular healing and manipulation by the mind by Bruce Lipton, PhD. Lipton explains how our thoughts can trigger healing - or illnesses - in the body. He received his Ph.D. in developmental biology in 1971 and taught at the University of Wisconsin School of Medicine and St. George’s University of Medicine and from 1987 to 1992. He also was a researcher at Penn State and Stanford University Medical Center. He has several published works on this including white papers and essays on cellular biology and epigenetics that have appeared in Nature magazine, the University of Wisconsin, Stanford University and many others. He has written four books on epigenetics and the power of belief to change your health and to change your mind. He has lectured at conferences such as the Institute of Noetic Sciences conference and made guest appearances in films and on television shows regarding the impact of love and fear on your body. In 2009, he received the Goi Peace award for his work in the “New Biology”.
Despite all of Lipton’s awards and accolades, his work is still often criticized by skeptics which you can sense pays a toll on his own psyche. He mentions in the Biology of Belief, which was republished in 2015 as a ten year anniversary edition, his awe and disappointment in a more recent publication on epigenetics in Nature magazine where they repurpose his words and findings without siting him and his article written years earlier. These ideas are not new - that of healing the body with our thoughts or even that of channelling energy from what is known as God for lack of a better word - but what makes Lipton different is his tracking of cellular change using the scientific method. Today we have the technology to see and track changes in the body more so than ever before. Lipton has documented the cell changes in amino acid behavior due to signals generated in the mind to create behavior (healing or dis-ease), much like what Masaru Emoto has done with talking to water crystals and photographing the result as evidence (see Masaru-Emoto.net).
"Human Rights are an inconvenience. They are seen as inconvenient to progress by governments, corporations, or organizations. They are seen as obstacles and only valued by a small portion of citizens, who are often the victims, the marginalized or the forgotten. It is up to us, as to remind our governments and our communities that human rights confer the very basic dignity and respect that all humans deserve." ~ Benjamin Wolf
A Lasting Peace will be partnering with Alive Center in Naperville, Illinois on March 5th from 5:30-8:30pm for a special event and vegan potluck.
Diana Piedra created ‘A Lasting Peace’ which is a community based on the idea and desire to create something sustainable and real in our society. Here, especially in this part of the world, there is a false sense that everything is perfect, she says.
“It isn’t perfect and it doesn't have to be. It is our rough spots and our differences that create the character of our culture and I believe we should celebrate all that,” Piedra states. “But there is animal abuse and sex trafficking and all kinds of real issues that need to be addressed.”
The Professor of International Human Rights in Chicago, Benjamin Wolf, will be the main speaker for the event as well as presentations from Hesed House, World Relief and Reclaim 13.
Benjamin Wolf is a U.S. Congressional Candidate from Wicker Park in Chicago. Hesed House is a local organization whose goal is to end homelessness, World Relief "envisions the most vulnerable people transformed economically, socially, and spiritually” and Reclaim 13 fights human trafficking.
“It is our hope that many will come to support these amazing organizations and to learn more about them. This will be very informative,” says Piedra. “T-shirts and tanks are for sale and donations will be accepted. All proceeds will benefit Hesed House, World Relief and Reclaim 13.”
Date: March 5
Time: 5:30 pm - 8:30 pm
500 W 5th Ave
Naperville, IL 60563
I love it when my patience is tested. I mean, it’s really frustrating at the time, but in the long run if I can hold myself together I know I will be a better, stronger and more understanding human being.
Some possible things that can test patience:
Well, you get the idea.
So I went into some strange yoga place the other day and felt very satisfied because the room was super nice and hot as I entered and lay down my mat. I sat down with a little nervous excitement when I realized I had forgotten something. Thank God I had forgotten something since I was so nervous so now I had a reason to get up and walk it out a little bit. I returned feeling much better and sat and stretched a little bit.
It's pretty easy to get carried away with creating new goals for the new year. But I am going to focus on just one.
That's not to say I dont have a laundry list myself. You know, the list of self improvements or "the things I used to be able to do", but can't now. Every year we get older, fatter, slower, less ambitious... Well, okay, not all of us. I suppose I should speak for myself. But every moment of every month, of every week, of every day of every year, we change. Some of us have been riding the good train for a while, balancing it all, tweaking little imperfections here and there. Some of us have been working on little goals here and there: a month of sobriety, a month of yoga, train for a 5K and the like.
Last year at this time I completed my first marathon and was recovering from a broken collar bone which led me to quit yoga. Ive been a quitter for almost a year now. I was able to teach bootcamp and slowly but surely workedmy way back to full range of motion for my arm as I vividly remember working on push ups and holding my body weight and eventually climbing and cycling again. The last few months I have been doing more yoga because in the last year of not doing yoga I have become much more inflexible and gosh darn it if my whole body doesnt ache and groan with muscle fatigue! There is nothing like a good old hot sweaty vinyasa or a long slow yin class to make my body swoon.
When I think about what I am full time every day all day, I am a mom. I may not be the best mom in the world, but it is the one constant in my life and it’s one big part of who I am. When I think about my health, my vision, my life and where I’m going to put my energy, it is always with the kids in mind - whether those rug rats know it or not. And, believe me, they will doubt you. If you're a parent, you know what I mean.
How can I stay balanced? How can I encourage them? How can I give them space? How can I be strong for them? All of these questions float about in the background while my body does my day to day life activities.