Depends on Your Perspective

Monday turned out to be a pretty normal day. The morning was spent doing normal work things. The afternoon was needed for errands. I knew of this cute little local organic farmers market about 3 miles from my home and was a little low on fresh produce so I decided to head on down and see what kind of things I could pick up for dinner that evening. The rain had nicely cooled off the unusually warm fall air, so I decided to walk instead of drive, trying to be a good steward and all. The walk was quite nice, the weather stayed pleasant so there all sorts of folks out and about, moving around. The walk took about 45 minutes and when I arrived later in the afternoon I was relieved to see that the early birds hadn’t gotten all the worms. There was still plenty of fresh produce around. The market boasts about selling only local produce. I’m not sure but I think they are trying to be certified as locally organic. I’m cool with that, not being such a fan of chemicals and food traveling hundreds of miles. I might pay a little more but I think it’s worth it for the quality. I perused all the little makeshift stands with varying veggies displayed for purchase trying to decide who had the best looking produce before stepping up to buy. I ended up going to this fairly large woman with bright colorful clothes who I had bought from many times in the past. Her kind, crooked teeth smile displayed warm signs of recognition as she weighed some fresh local tomatoes for me. I also managed to pick up some fresh onions and a little bit of rosemary.

I know what these ingredients are going toward tonight, homemade vegan Italian red sauce for pasta. The walk home has a couple more hill than the one to the market but it’s never a bad thing to get a little exercise. I have also found that the more I walk to the farmers market and other places around town, the easier the walks become.

I arrived home just as the sun was setting and decided to sit on the back porch, play guitar and watch the sun go back into hiding behind the distant green hills. As the last rays of yellow disappeared, I returned back inside to start on the pasta sauce. Making pasta sauce from scratch takes a long time but everyone knows that a nice homemade sauce is far superior to anything canned so that’s how we make it. Actually, we have started to make everything homemade. It takes more time but the outcome is much better. The day was finished with fresh pineapple under the stars, a little grading and reading. Cormic McCarthy make reading easy as the words just drip off the pages.

This is a fairly normal day for Nyagatare, just taking it to a different perspective. What is your perspective for your life? How do you see every day? Can a reshaping the way you look at things improve your attitude toward them?