Too green, too brown, too damaged, too soft...
No, I'm not talking about the reason why people aren't picked to play in a team, why they aren't chosen as roommates, why they don't get a job, or anything along those lines. I'm not even referring to people here.
This afternoon, I spent an hour or three picking - and later - selecting olives.
This was exactly what I needed, after waking up at the wrong side of the bed. Or, to be more precise, after reading two messages that immediately lowered my vibration ( thank you Whtspp! ).
The fact that I woke up with a head full of snot, once again, didn't help much either.
Note to self: work on raising my vibration, first thing in the morning, before checking any messages.
A year ago, I helped friends, as well as my twin sister, picking dozens of kgs of olives, to make olive oil. I wrote a posts or two about that. Here's one of them:
The Olive Pickers aka Am I Getting back into filmmaking?
I had totally forgotten about that film project ( idea ). It didn't develop past the idea stage. Nevertheless, I have met a bunch of people, since then, who are into filmmaking. They should have met me a couple of years ago, now I'm mainly focusing on writing.
Back to a year ago...
I had decided that I wasn't going to stay in my house in Monte Frio any longer, as it merely depressed me. I stayed at my twin sister's place instead, in their questhouse or camper van. I even considered ( and was close to ) getting myself a caravan and staying at the land of friends, to help them out with whatever needed to be done and become more of a farmer. To work more with my hands and less with my head.
It's now a year later. I never got myself a caravan ( although I was extremely close to buying one, late 2020 ). I sold my house a month ago and - since May this year, I am renting a house on a hill with a decent sized garden, containing 5 to 10 olive trees.
As it's olive harvesting season, I decided to check out the amount of olives on my land, today.
The tree that I started with, appeared to be quite the catch. I think I plucked over 4kgs of olives, which - later - resulted in a little less than 3kg of pretty perfect, manually selected olives. All that remained were fit enough to be preserved and will end up in a jar. And, later, in my or someone else's stomach and even later in the toilet and who knows where afterwards. I call this the circle of life.
FYI: I don't think I will have enough olives to turn into olive oil. 10kg will give you about 1 liter of azeite and I believe 20kg is the minimum amount to bring to a olive pressing station.
Also, I kind of felt like harvesting olives to put them in jars. I need to find a way to be less dependent on supermarkets. I'm already getting there, thanks to friends, neighbors and a sister with fruit trees, vegetable gardens and happy chickens.
Today's write up didn't become a dino post, for a change but I plan to focus a little on my Hypersensitivosaurus and Cold Turkey story, later this afternoon or tonight.
To make it up to you and as it's kind of fitting, due to my snottiness, here's a sneak peak of my upcoming book:
Hypersensitivosaurus:
I just came over, to find out how you were doing, after seeing you fall from the rocks, yesterday afternoon. How are you feeling today?
Cold turkey just stared at him, breathing heavily through her snotty beak.
Hypersensitivosaurus continued:
I have brought you something… oatmeal pancakes.
These always make me feel better instantly.
Cold turkey started to make a strange kind of sound.
At first, Hypersensitivosaurus thought that the bird was coughing.
It took him some time, to realize that the poor thing was crying.
He focused on the fragile looking creature, that was lying in her nest. She looked so fragile, so vulnerable.
Had he still been a meat eater, this would have been the easiest prey possible. He wasn’t though and he shook off the thought. What he felt wasn’t hunger ( although he wouldn’t say no to an oatmeal pancake or two ), it was empathy.
Poor, poor thing!
He wanted to comfort her, now she was crying, but had no idea how. His tiny raptor arms weren’t able to hug another creature anyway and claws nearing in on this fragile feathered one, would probably only worsen the situation.
So Hypersensitivosaurus decided to not do anything at all.
TO BE CONVINUED...
The picture above this post shows you the olive tree I harvested from today, as well as the beautiful view from my terrace.
I felt like adding the above post to Natural Medicine, as I believe olive harvesting is ( and olives are ) natural medicine and I like to think that my stories, and humor, can have a healing effect on people too :<)