"Mummy, do monkeys eat human food?" asks my little boy, as he bites hungrily into his morning feast of organic fruit salad.
"What an interesting question! What is human food?" I asked my son. "Bad!" he quickly replies. "Such as?" I ask. "Cow!" he replies assuredly. What a smart Vegan I am raising, I proudly tell myself, before fighting for the next moistened morsel of vine-ripened delights.
As we devour heaping helpings of local pears, apples and nectarines, fresh from the Farmer's Market, we discuss the raw fare monkeys, elephants and so many other strong, happy and healthy mammals of the animal kingdom eat on a daily basis.
Kaelin has never consumed a flesh steak or a cooked cow burger. At 42, it's been 22 years since I've 'sinned'. At Christmas, 2 years ago, my 'inner child on the outside' and I had the opportunity to try a piece of oven roasted turkey. "Mummy, what's this?" my shining sun innocently inquired. Ever sharp and tuned in (it must be the Raw food!) I quickly offered "Oh that's someone's pet turkey! He probably had a name, too. Enjoy." He didn't! That eve, we instead tucked into an extra dollop of live delights (raw veggies, etc) and Love.
As we walk the Raw struck road, we are creators of our own chosen reality. It's been close (closer to the Truth!) to one and a half years. What an Adventure we both excitedly and willingly share.
Lunchtime is filled with brilliant green string bean sword fights. Dinner time - tastiest as we keep our hearts as open as our eager hands that clutch kale leaves (green sandwiches) wrapped around crunchy soaked walnuts / ginger / pepper / cheese and homegrown countertop lentil sprouts.
Food is a divine art form in our luscious lives. We are the true artists, stroking the conscious canvas of our Raw and refined palates. Perfection.
"I have all my enzymes! You don't!" my bright child reminds me, as he firmly holds onto a roasted peanut (the Swan Lady has so generously bestowed upon him). Hoping to soon bite into this chewy morsel that he so avidly remembers from his previous 'cooked life'. "Do you remember the sign we recently read on the window of the bird sanctuary next door?" I ask my son. "Please don't feed bread to the ducks" my little lover of wildlife recounts. "Do you know why bread is unhealthy?" I ask. "Because it is cooked and hard to digest. Especially for a duck!" one wee expert replies. Keep on Rawk'n!
We proceed to discuss how the supposedly well intentioned (unfortunately, not well informed) masses continue to feed nature's creatures cheesies and imported pickled herring! These being the vast many who no longer hear their inner voice.
Animals and insects are a Super-Natural species, still vitally aware of their instincts. After all, have you ever met a fish that eats stir-fried worms out of a can? When was the last time you spotted a bear adding processed white sugar to a bowl of freshly picked wild berries? The ways and the wonders of the natural world have much to teach us.
All species on this planet are naturally in harmony with one another, primarily when they are in balance, as they co-exist as one with Mother Nature. It is only Mankind (not always so kind!) that remains lost.
It is only through going back inside to my primal and sacred self that I have found what I had once forgotten. The more Raw I get the more Real I become!
It takes so little to have so much, so simple to again get in touch. To let go of all that does no longer count. Other than earthly given blessings, which do exceedingly mount.
If a six and a half year young wise man can do it - anyone can!
Katherine A. Marion (SuperNaturalWoman.com)
Published in ONE! Magazine, Nov 2002