The local foods movement is alive and well in Champaign County! Here are some updates on other projects while we finalize our virtual market:
Local Producers Map:
Our local producers map is ready for publication and you will soon be able to find it on gochampaign.com. Copies will be distributed around the community, in the local telephone book, and other “hangouts”. The guide lists the location and contact information for nearly 50 local producers within our county. The map was a project of the Local Food Council and printed with the help of some local sponsors including the Monument Square District, Champaign Bank, the Community Improvement Corporation, the Chamber of Commerce, the Farm Bureau and others. It is a great start to finding a local source for Champaign County’s finest!
Sunday Morning Vibes
I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life…
Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life…
Song Implant/Memory-Customer Bev Titus
This song stands alone, in it’s beauty. I remember it’s release, and I remember listening to it, many times, taking my daughter to her early years of school, in our first years after moving to the Urbana area. It was a hard move for her, as we moved from our little beach town in Florida. Her little school was right off the beach, in a very free flowing, barefoot learning experience. The move, the new school, the new climate, leaving her little friends, the only house she knew, the playgrounds, beaches…it was all just so hard. This song used to calm us, both, as we listened to this driving to school drop off.
On Friday, at market pick up, Bev gave me a handwritten memory of this song, what it meant to her, and the bittersweet memories it holds of her very brave, very beautiful, very young daughter to have been lost in the very ugliness of the 9/11 tragedies, Alicia Titus.
Bev’s memory and this song are of one of the last fun filled evenings that she had spent with Alicia and their other daughter, as Alicia colored their other daughter’s hair, had music on, and they were singing, dancing, and making what would be one of their last memories, together, with Alicia.
To Bev, this song represented an insight into Alicia, a wish that they had both conveyed to each other, and it has become her heartwarming/bittersweet memory of those last sweet times.
The reason that I began with the story of my young daughter, and this song, is to share my never ending parallels with Bev.
Bev and I first got to know each other through my Cosmic Charlie business. My messages of peace, hope, love, intrigued her to reach out to me, as this was the message that she and her husband had set forth in Alicia’s memory. We began to bond, over the years, and with each time, one more layer of our crossing paths would be unveiled.
Alicia, though much younger than me, was also an American Airlines flight attendant. While I had left that career a few years, earlier, before the 9/11 events, I remember watching the horrific news feeds, and knowing what those flight attendants were going through in those last moments. I trained for those moments. You needed to be a selfless, compassionate, and giving person to be a flight attendant in those type of moments. We trained to put ourselves, last, and the passengers first. I wanted Bev to know that her daughter was an angel, in those moments, to so many strangers. Bev already knew that about her daughter, but I just needed to let her know, of our bond.
The next parallel that Bev unveiled was that Alicia and I were sisters of the same sorority. A sorority that emphasized being the light, giving graciously to others…of that, her daughter did.
Bev and I have bonded over being mothers with daughters, and she never forgets to ask about my own daughter, and her life, and her hopes and dreams.
I spoke, two years ago, at Bev’s request, at a peace movement. The speech I had planned, got crumbled up, as I decided to speak from my heart about the peaceful soul her daughter had to have possessed, the peacefulness that I had to fight for, for my own daughter, when intervention was needed in a school situation, and how love and peace will always prevail either in memory, or/also in those of us, left, to continue the fight for everyone to feel peace, comfort, and compassion…
And, so, to begin with my own memory of our move to Urbana, this song, and driving to those early days of school drop offs was another parallel, mother to mother, taking comfort…
This has been a very long, very heavy Sunday weblog but I mean to just show you that we all find healing, and peace, and my hopes is that this market, and myself, give you just that.
I have had so many market customers become so close, and dear to me, over the years, and I hold each of you in my heart…
Go forward with peace, love, and understanding, and in these times we are in, try to sprinkle it, wherever you go…