Tuesday, April 23, 2013

the end of the rainbow

I had the most uplifting spontaneous meditation this afternoon.  Nothing like that has ever happened, that I can recall.  I can't express how refreshing it was, especially as my meditation practice has fallen into disrepair.  Or flat out disuse.  The pattern of stopping and starting is so familiar I just have to relax and not beat myself up for the natural cycles I follow.  Maybe this is the beginning of a new energy for daily sitting.  I hope so.

I was sitting out in the sun, just wanting to get a good dose of vitamin D.  It's been so beautifully sunny and not hot out yet that sitting in the sun is truly enjoyable.  Luxurious.  It tingles the skin and feels blissfully mesmerizing.  The breeze was a perfect complement to the warm rays, gently sweeping the heat up and away.

As I was lounging on the adirondack chair with my eyes closed, lost in dream-like thought wanderings, I noticed the sun on my eyelids was bright red energy pulsing rhythmically, and I could feel my root chakra energy spiraling down and out from my lower pelvis.
My attention moved upward to the sacral chakra, spinning in the space between my groin and belly button - I could feel the intensity of the spin in my womb.
Up to the solar plexus, nestled below and beneath the breastbone . . . the spinning energy reminded me of what it feels like to get the breath knocked out of me.
Moving up to the heart chakra, a swelling of energy up and out from the heart center, and a flash of a large flower with a sapphire in the center of it in my mind, expanding until it filled the mindspace and beyond.
The throat chakra had a distinctly gyrating spiraling motion, rather than a disc-like spin.  If I imagined looking down internally from inside my head (which I do) I could see it spiraling at the deep base of my throat, just behind the soft spot between my clavicle bones.
The sixth chakra, my third eye, burst out warmth and I could feel a buzzing on my forehead and into the middle of my head.
But the really amazing part was when I looked up to my crown chakra, I had a massive rush of energy move up and out, spiraling and expanding wildly out of the top of my head.  Best of all, the wind was in perfect synchrony with me and gave a strong gusty breeze to wash up and over me.  I was totally expansive, weightless, feeling like pure energy, in those few moments.

It was elating, and cleansing, and refreshing, and inspiring.  I felt like I'd had a burst of wind through my energetic system.  I felt a bit lighter, as if I could float a little.  I imagined the energy washing through my chakras, shining out as light, all the colors of the rainbow.

That got me onto quantum physics.  Our reality is constructed by our perceptions, by our consciousness, and our observations change what we observe.  If we, or I guess any aware consciousness, are not observing something it does not stay "fixed" - it goes back into probability mode.  The moment we turn our attention to something, that something moves from possibility to reality, or in other words, it doesn't exist until we engage it.  A bit of a head fucker.

So, back to my chakra light wave - a rainbow, or anything and everything, doesn't exist unless we perceive it.  Light is not seen as light if we are not looking at it.  Don't ask me what it does or where it goes - I barely have a grasp on this stuff.  It becomes a possibility again.

Another tandem thought inserted itself in my post-sun-meditation reverie: what is at the end of the rainbow (a silly question, since rainbows are circles)?  Considering rainbows wouldn't exist to us if we couldn't see them, and energetically we're composed of rainbows, I'd say we are.


Friday, April 19, 2013

HomeMade Kombucha

I developed a kombucha habit a few years ago.  I had heard you could brew it at home, but was always intimidated by the idea of needing a sterile environment.  Once I was up to a pint a day, the cost became ridiculous and I had to try doing it myself.  Thankfully, it is not difficult at all for anyone capable of making tea.

Here's how I do it:

Supplies (always organic when possible)

tea (black, green, or white, preferrable loose-leaf, NOT decaf or herbal or flavored)
sugar
pint glass or large glass measuring cup
large wide mouth jars (half gallon canning jars are perfect)
strainer for loose tea
paper towels
kombucha culture
starter kombucha to pour over fresh batch (about 1/4-1/2 cup)

for bottling: cork top glass bottles (such as rinsed out liquor bottles) or plastic bottles, or glass drink containers.   NO METAL - it interacts with the fermented tea and leaches stuff.


Directions for One Gallon
(note - this is my method, not the only method.  feel free to watch you-tube videos for slight variations)

Begin with clean hands, clean counters, clean supplies, and preferably a clean kitchen towel to wipe your hands as you work.  No need to be sterile, just be clean - like when you're cooking dinner for fancy guests.
I have a small plate to rest my culture on, ready to go, and all my jars and bottles ready.  Typically, I bottle whatever has been brewing, then make a new batch.  But we'll start with brewing then go to bottling, since that will be the order your first time.
Pour about 1/4 to 1/2 cup loose tea into a pint glass or measuring cup.  I have no idea how many bags that would be.  No need to measure - just eye it - one quarter of the glass should be full of tea.  Pour just-boiling water to fill the glass.  It can sit for anywhere from 5-20 minutes, I have not seen a big difference in outcome.

Measure 1 cup of sugar into one of the canning jars.  Using some sort of strainer, pour the tea into the jar with the sugar.  Swirl or stir to combine - you may need a bit more warm water to dissolve all the sugar.  Divide tea between jars equally, then fill to near the top of the jar with cold water - you need to leave room for the culture and starter kombucha.  
Add one culture to each jar (if you only have one culture and two jars, simply cut the culture in half, or into however many pieces you need).  Top each jar with a generous splash (at least 1/4 cup) of starter kombucha - this acidifies the top of the tea and inhibits mold growth, so don't forget this step.  You could use any bottle of plain non-flavored raw kombucha at room temperature for this.  Don't use raw apple cider vinegar, it's a different culture.

To make a larger batch (sometimes I make two gallons - 4 jars - at once), simply double the recipe.  You need one cup of sugar per gallon of tea.

NEVER add culture to hot tea - this kills the culture and makes it unusable.  That's why I make strong tea and then dilute with cold water - no need to wait for a giant jar to cool.

To finish, dry edges of jars with clean towel, top with squares of paper towels and screw canning rings on (or use rubber bands on non-canning jars).  This lets air in but keeps flies and their eggs out.  It needs to breathe - it's a living organism.

Sit jars out of the way in your kitchen - it doesn't need to be dark or warm or cold or anything special.  Mine just sit on the counter, out of the way.  Ferment the tea for anywhere from 10 days (if it's fairly warm in the room) up to 2, or even 3 weeks (if it's cold or if you like really sour kombucha!).  You can't overdo it, you'll just get really sour tea, which you can sweeten with juice or honey.
To test the flavor, tuck a straw under the culture that grows on top, snag a straw-ful and take a sip.  It's done whenever you like it.  The longer it sits, the more of the sugar gets eaten up by the yeasts.  It's probiotic way before it's sour, so drink it when it tastes good to you.

To bottle, I often like to add a hint of juice - maybe 2 oz - to the bottle before the kombucha (I'm using elderberry lately for immune strengthening) or freeze-dried raspberries, then I pour the kombucha into the bottles through a funnel (it'll fizz up, so go slow) and set on the counter for second fermentation.  It's ready to drink and you can put it in the fridge, but that stops the fermentation.  I like it to get really fizzy (hence the cork top - i ferment it until it pops the top off, and if it didn't have a top to pop i might have exploding bottles) so I leave mine on the counter for several days.  The juice I add gives the yeasts (btw, these are beneficial yeasts, not the kind that lead to candida imbalances) sugar to eat and create more carbonation.

Drink anytime, with or without food.  Some people say to go slow, but I've never experienced having too much, even at 3 or 4 pints in a day.  If you drink a big gulp first thing in the morning it helps build the good bacteria in your gut without any food getting in the way.  I drink it throughout the day, and my 2 year old drinks it, too.

I have 3 gallons continuously brewing.  Since each jar grows a new culture (called a "mother" or SCOBY) each time, I keep a jar to store them in, which is also a place to store starter kombucha in case you need to restart.

A few tips and hints:
  • the culture may sink or swim when you dump it in the fresh tea, or it may sink or float up slowly as it ferments.  this doesn't matter at all and means nothing.
  • if you have to reach into the fermented tea, take your rings off (and obviously your hands are clean already).  Not only does metal interact but rings harbor bacteria.
  • the type of sugar you use is not terribly important.  keep it simple - organic white sugar.  or rapadura, or whatever is least processed.  Organic cane sugar is important to make sure it's not GMO beet sugar, or filled with pesticides or chemicals.  Feel free to experiment with honey or maple syrup, but white sugar is much more cost effective.
  • the caffeine is food for the bacteria, and they eat it up so kombucha is a decaffeinated tea.
  • SCOBY stands for Symbiotic Culture Of Bacteria and Yeasts.  the kombucha mushroom is not a mushroom, it just looks a little like one.  it's a culture.  Bacteria feed off the tea and breathe air.  Yeasts feed off the sugar, regardless of whether they have air, which is why they keep working once the kombucha is bottled, as long as it isn't chilled.
  • If you ever see green or black fuzzy mold on top of a culture, through the entire thing out - that's mold you don't want to mess with.  The brown slimy strings hanging from the bottom of the culture are yeasts and they're fine.The bottles in second fermentation will grow little cultures on top - feel free to drink them.  Some people find their texture unappealing.
  • Leave your jar of SCOBYs on the counter, not in the fridge, or they will go dormant.  As long as they are happily swimming in tea, leave them on the counter.  Make sure the container breathes.
  • Share your SCOBYs with your friends.  You can make a new one anytime.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

thoughts in space-time

I like to think about thoughts.  always have.

I remember being eight years old, lying in bed at night, looking through the curtains on my bedroom windows to see the stars and stretching my imagination to soar farther than my eyes could see.  consumed by curiosity and wonder, innumerable questions would fill my mind:

what makes me different from others (or them different from me)?

how did I get to be me?  (I've always felt like I got lucky somehow. . . )

what's it like to be someone else?

do other people's thoughts sound the same to them as mine sound to me?

what's it like to live beyond the stars we know?

and others, many long forgotten.

I've had so many questions and thoughts about thoughts, and consciousness in general lately, that it's been the main topic of study in my daily internet perusing for weeks.

my Sweetie is not so fond of some of the interests I've shown lately regarding consciousness, energy, thoughts and capabilities of the mind/spirit (I'm not so fond of the word spirit due to the religious charge some people place on it) and will at times let an eye roll slip if I mention something deemed "a little off" or out-there.  but I keep devouring more information, trying to maintain open-minded skepticism and patiently countering the defensive and fearful questions about measurements and scientific communities and logic and seeing-is-believing kind of bullshit (no offense, Sweetie) . . .

but then I was thinking specifically about thoughts the other day, in relation to space-time.
it's hard, keeping my head wrapped around theories and discoveries in quantum physics - I'll think I have a grasp, and I will for a moment, then it'll slip and I'll be confused again.  but it's so fascinating I can't stop.

thoughts.

what are they?


do they take up space, take time to generate?  where have they been when we retrieve them?
-- like when you try to follow a thought train back, and try to discern its origin, the starting point of a particular thought tangent . . . that's always a fun game.

brain scanning machines measure blood flow, from which thought is inferred; or they record electrical read outs, the effects of brain activity, presumably thought.
but we (science, philosophy, psychology, medicine, etc) don't know how to measure thoughts.  we don't even really know what they are.

experientially, we all know thoughts don't obey the same laws of physics our bodies do.  they aren't trapped in space-time.  we can dream an epic adventure in seconds.  we can process information faster than computers, without conscious effort at times.

thoughts have a boundless quality, that's why imagination is so powerful.
imagine our thoughts are bound to our bodies only in this dimension, where our bodies are limited by space-time and bound to the laws of physics.  imagine our consciousness, when unleashed, spans dimensions and knows nothing of the limitations we face.
imagine our brains are like radio stations, transmitting thoughts but not generating them.  our consciousness is not a part of our body, but merely lives there for awhile.  imagine it's possible this happens over and over again.

we cannot see thoughts.
we cannot measure thoughts.
does that mean they don't exist?

there are natural limitations in the world we live in, things we have no power to change: gravity, death and decomposition, the laws of thermodynamics, physically existing in the third dimension.

we don't know the limits of existence, the life span of consciousness.  we don't know the answers to an awful lot of questions.  I don't expect to find the answers - that would be no fun.  I like the exploration.  the exciting part is continuing to ask the questions, not resigning myself to never knowing.

the boundaries of my thoughts have not been found yet.  why erect them prematurely?