The Grand Illusion

Welcome to the grand illusion
Come on in and see what’s happening
Pay the price, get your tickets for the show
The stage is set, the band starts playing
Suddenly your heart is pounding
You’re wishing secretly you were a star…
(The Grand Illusion-Styx)

Ok…so, first up, hello to winter. We barely saw you during the typical winter months, you teased us with sending us into premature spring, and now look…what am I seeing out my windows? Snow? A winter illusion? Mother Nature has gone off the deep end, and the rest of us are just along for the ride…

Second…Styx…can you dig it? My first “real” vinyl purchase, my first “real” rock concert, and if we are being honest, I was going to marry their lead singer, Tommy Shaw. But, more on that in a later installment, titled, Cosmic Pam Should Have Been A Rock and Roll muse…moving on…

Anyway, today, for some reason, all of my tasks, conversations, a presentation I am getting ready for, and, alas, this weather…all illusions. I went grocery shopping, this afternoon, for things that I continue to put off, and I decided to have a look-see around at certain items being sold. Another illusion…I began playing the mind game, is it real? If it says, local, does that mean local to us, or local, to say, Anaheim, CA?

However they want to spin it, the real answer is that it’s all just an illusion. That big grand illusion.

Why the illusion? Why not just say, hey, I am a produce item, and since so many of you don’t know that you cannot get a strawberry, locally, until like, May, I am going to dance and sing and say…local. Not. But, here I was, totally craving, needing, wanting that strawberry. Instead, I went the organic route until it’s time to travel the local route. It’s okay, with me. I purchase boatloads of local, heck, I even now GROW local with Hippie and the Farmer, and, oh yes, we even grow organically. So, this tiny purchase, out of season, sent me the organic route, and not the unknown, “local”, but not really local to this community item.

See, that is what we avoid at this little market of love.

Yes, we are local. We are seasonal. We don’t pretend or give the illusion that we are local when we are not. Our products come from real growers, growing the goods. We have products being produced from local producers. We are the real deal, the mind blowing, non-illusional grand market of what is local to our little community.

And, while we are still out a bit for produce, we can still offer you a whole lot of groovy local items, that are not designed to allude and confound. We are not your grand illusion. We are your little local market of love vendors…waiting to take your orders.

XOXO,
Cosmic Pam