FROM THE HEART by Julie Chase May 2012

The month of May is upon us with its kaleidoscope of color and, of course, Mother’s Day—the day set aside to show appreciation to those we hold in that maternal place of honor. In my family, it was yet another cause for celebrating with food. I have many fond memories of Mother’s Day dinners, topped off with luscious, mouth-watering desserts.

Fundamentally, the word mother elicits the notion of one who is the origin, source, or protector. It’s said there is no greater love than that of a mother, which some may argue for varying reasons. And I’m sure that statement could be debated by many loving, nurturing dads. Still, did you ever wonder how our tradition of celebrating mothers started?

In America, Mother’s Day originated as the concept of Julia Ward Howe, in a proclamation she presented in 1870. Twelve years earlier, she wrote The Battle Hymn of the Republic, after becoming distraught over the loss of life during the Civil War. She appealed to mothers everywhere to come together in a protest of war and the act of sons killing other mother’s sons. She called for an international Mother’s Day to celebrate peace and motherhood and June 2nd became the designated date.

The notion caught on in several North American cities, in part because Howe funded many of the celebrations herself. But when she was unable to continue her funding, the celebrations ceased, with the exception of Boston, where Howe’s holiday carried on for approximately ten more years.

Following Howe’s lead, Anna Reeves Jarvis, a leader in her West Virginia community, held a Mother’s Friendship Day, in an effort to re-unite families and neighbors who had been divided between the Union and Confederate sides of the Civil War. Years later, after Jarvis’ death, her daughter petitioned her mother’s church for the creation of an official Mother’s Day, in remembrance and in honor of peace. The daughter’s request was honored and on May 10, 1908, the first official Mother’s day was celebrated, drawing a huge congregation. Jarvis’ daughter arranged for white carnations—her mother’s favorite flower—to be distributed. Two carnations were given to every mother in attendance. Today, white carnations are used to honor deceased mothers, while pink or red carnations pay tribute to mothers who are still alive.

In 1908, at the request of the YMCA (Young Men’s Christian Assoc.), a U.S. Senator from Nebraska proposed making Mother’s Day a national holiday. In 1909, despite the proposal’s defeat, 46 states, and parts of Canada and Mexico, held Mother’s Day services. Anna Reeves Jarvis’ daughter (named Anna Jarvis) worked endlessly to petition state governments, businesses, churches, women’s groups, and other institutions/organizations. Her efforts finally paid off and in 1914, President Woodrow Wilson declared the second Sunday in May, as a national observance called Mother’s Day. Sadly, despite her life-long commitment to honor her own mother, as well as mothers everywhere, Anna Jarvis died in 1948, blind, poor, and childless. Through her efforts, and those of her mother, Anna Reeves Jarvis, and Julia Ward Howe, mothers earned the appreciation of our nation.

Even though it’s become a commercial holiday, Mother’s Day still remains an important event in many families. And of course, nowadays, traditional moms are sharing the spotlight with nontraditional moms. If we think in broader terms, or define our maternal roots in something other than our biological identity, we recognize the most maternal constant in our lives: Mother Earth. She is the consummate provider and protector, withstanding more than her share of abuse. Our world, our planet, abounds with a myriad of maternal energy. We are truly blessed.

This month, I offer a sweet vegan recipe in celebration of moms everywhere. And I celebrate my mom, who was my best teacher and dear friend.

From the Heart,

Julie

For more info on Mother’s Day, visit: www.mothersdaycentral.com

This is a moist, yummy lemon cake that disappears fast.

VEGAN LEMON CAKE

ORGANIC MADE EASY by Callee Roodbergen

April is coming, and I think it’s safe to say that Spring is pushing with a vengeance. Not to say that we couldn’t get more snow but this type of weather has me thinking more and more about my vegetable garden and the promise that a new season holds. Also I’m not sure if you’ve all heard but the USDA released a new plant hardiness zone map and to your delight if you are an avid gardener the majority of the Kalamazoo area is now zone 6, 6a to be exact. What this means for us is that are average annual extreme minimum temperature is higher ranging from 3 to 6 degrees higher than when Kalamazoo was at zone 5 or 5b. This means that for many of us our growing season can be extended further earlier in the spring and later into the fall and winter. Remember if you haven’t already get those seeds started indoors for earlier transplants this Spring. Great choices include broccoli, cabbage, tomatoes, peppers, and onions.

FROM THE HEART by Julie Chase April 2012

April 2012
Springtime has finally arrived. The earth’s energy is alive with anticipation. Birds sing at dawn and prepare nests for soon-to-arrive baby chicks. Leaves bud on trees that only a few months ago appeared barren. Flowers emerge in a rainbow of colors we all but forgot during the winter. People across the country begin spring-cleaning in an effort to make things fresh and new. This is a time of renewal and rebirth, a time when we recognize our innate nature is to follow the natural flow of the Universe.

As a little girl, I was always excited when Easter came. My mother, an accomplished seamstress, made sure my sister, brothers, and I had special outfits to celebrate the season. (And of course, we wore Easter bonnets!) I loved this fun custom because we got to wear something new, fresh, and colorful, without hiding it under a heavy winter coat.

Springtime’s symbolism is multi-faceted. In casting off the heaviness of winter and donning a kaleidoscope of fresh, crisp colors, we are emulating Nature and connecting our spirits to Mother Earth. As we engage ourselves in spring rituals, we are reminded that our spirits are malleable and resilient. After all, we made it through another harsh winter and we stand, once again, at the door of all that is new and holy.

This time of year, as an adult, I embrace the opportunity to move beyond any pervasive heaviness in my life and adopt a new attitude or behavior that aligns my spirit with the Universe. One of my dear friends once told me, “Nothing new should ever be done the first time.” And since I am, after all, quite human, sometimes I need to sneak up on change.

Adopting a new way of eating, whether vegetarian or vegan, is a scary proposition for anyone who’s comfortable with their animal-based food choices. They have definite opinions, and perhaps curiosity, about those of us who chose plant-based eating. The first thing people often tell me when they learn I eat mostly vegan is, “I could never do that. I’d miss eating meat.” That’s what I thought, too! Then I discovered it’s not the meat, but rather the seasonings that my body craved. For the heck of it, I boiled a piece of chicken with no seasonings. The end-product took on an entirely different, unappealing taste. I’m convinced a pot roast would most assuredly produce the same flat results without my grandmother’s secret blend of spices and herbs.

I am in the process of converting many of my family recipes to much healthier vegetarian or vegan dishes. The results are remarkable and more importantly, I am excited that my taste buds (and those of my family) are reaping the full benefits of this new-found way of eating. By embracing this change, I feel my spirit align with the Universe.

In closing, for those readers who resonate more with factual information, I offer this:

According to a 2006 University of Chicago study (Forks Over Knives, 2011), “the American diet derives 47 percent of it’s calories from animal products. This amounts to a carbon footprint of 2.52 tons of CO2 emissions per person, per year. Those people who are especially partial to red meat-who get, say 50 percent of their caloric intake from steaks and such-have an average carbon footprint of 3.57 tons.”

The study goes on to say, “If every American simply reduced chicken consumption by one meal per week, the CO2 savings would be equivalent to removing 500,000 cars from the road.”

Imagine the impact we can make with one little change.

From the heart,
Julie

 

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