I think it’s funny how many people believe that as time moves forward, we are somehow “moving forward” as well. Somehow, we are becoming more civilized, smarter, better. Somehow, a touch screens equal advancement, and skinny jeans with matching legs are worthy of higher merit than what was once considered attractive.
I don’t fall into this belief group. There are things that have changed, and there are things that haven’t. There are signs that show we’ve become a more loving, accepting species, and there are signs that indicate the opposite. How do we even know what life truly was like 200 years ago? 500? 1000? We have clues in the artifacts we find, but they’re no more than that: mere clues. They’re a tiny fraction of a collection of facts that make up a forgotten culture. I think it’s a bit naive of us to assume we know what life was like during a time in which we have not lived. One thousand years from now, people may look back on us, look at our materialistic culture and make assumptions about us. All of us. Large, gaping assumptions based on, say, the underlying messages that our media bombards us with daily. Assumptions that erase the billions of differences between each of us as individuals and reflect only what certain people of certain power have deemed worth remembering. Hey, someone has to write history, and it isn’t God… just usually someone who thinks he is.
I often wonder if, as time goes on, we are wandering further and further away from a part of our humanity that is essential to our survival. Community. There is something incredibly appealing to me about living in a village in which everyone knows one another, everyone plays a role, everyone shares everything. We barter and trade our services and creations. What I want most in my life right now is a sense of community. I want to be a part of something greater than myself. I want to feel a constant flow of love amongst the people around me.
I wonder – if we truly wish to move forward – whether we must move backwards in order to do so. I ask this because it seems to me that there are so many facets of our modern society that do not seem to encourage community. More and more of everything is becoming individualized, from gated property to personal pan pizzas. Ideas of separateness covertly poison our lives by making us believe that there is more power in the words “mine” and “yours” than in “ours,” and that when someone else succeeds it somehow takes away from our own success.
I’m not a fan.
Raw Rosemary Olive Flatbread
3/4 cup sunflower seeds, ground into a fine flour
3/4 cup flax seeds, ground into a fine flour
1 cup chopped celery
3/4 cup chopped yellow onion
1 1/2 cups filtered water
1 Tbsp chopped fresh rosemary
2 Tbsp chopped salt-cured olives
3 Tbsp olive oil
3 Tbsp lemon juice
1 tsp himalayan pink salt
1) Blend all ingredients in a high speed blender or food processor.
2) Spread thin layer onto dehydrator tray. Dehydrate 104˚ for 4-6 hours.
3) Flip bread and dehydrate for another 4-6 hours.