Mountains and Tofu?

Now if I’m honest, the combination of mountains and tofu seems about like a toy poodle and a horse deciding they are soul mates, if you catch my drift.  Yet as I get older, metaphor and symbol become a much more meaningful part of my life.

Here’s the simple explanation.

Mountains:

When someone mentions mountains, we are automatically taken away into a world of silence, awe and majesty.  For me, mountains are like medicine; not the stuff that’s engineered in a lab and dulls all feeling while at the same time giving me diarrhea, constipation, vomiting, migraines and a third arm all at once, but the stuff that’s a bit more natural.  I know it’s a totally radical idea that in our technological world I would choose something natural over lab tested, but as Derek Webb would say, “Don’t give me medication, I want the real sensation.”  Mountains give me life.  For me, they are are window into the sacred.  And for many, the silence and remote-edness of the mountains is painful.  Even so, elevation is the place where I find life and breathe and movement.

Tofu:

I can’ tell you how many times I’ve managed to work tofu into a conversation and it’s always amusing to look at the expressions that paste themselves across people’s faces.  Something else the image of tofu conjures up in our mind, at least in mine, is HIPPIE!  Who really eats that junk?  However, for our family, it’s a label we gladly accept because there is so much more involved that simply the tofu.  It’s a metaphor for food in general, which food is one of those elements of our lives that carries over into all of our life.  For, now, I’ll just leave it at that and post a link to my wife’s website.  When you click here, you’ll get a small picture of what food means to us.

So read, enjoy, converse and we’ll see what kind of new ways of living we can encounter.