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Eating Poo and Enjoying it Too
I confess I am a total city girl, so when it comes to experiences of the raw natural kind, I am disproportionately thrilled.
Today I ate poop, and can you believe it, I loved it!!
Wait! Now, before you get all grossed out, let me explain. I ate a honeycomb made from beeswax for the first time.
This morning as I sat in front of my laptop, listening to yet another online session, the doorbell rang. A young man, his lower face covered with a bandana asked me to close the windows. He explained that the beehive outside the Hindu temple, near my house, was being broken and there was a risk of the bees entering through the windows. These are indeed strange times; we readily believe people whose faces we can’t even see. I wonder sometimes if this global pandemic will strengthen or weaken our faith in people? We find ourselves believing in people we’d be hard pressed to identify later, when they take their masks off. But, I digress. I nodded my thanks and closed the door, to return to the online lecture. A moment later the bell rang again. The same man stood there, asking if I would be interested in buying some honey? Though I had had earlier experience of having tasted shop-bought-claiming-to-be-raw-honey, I had never truly consumed raw honey freshly-squeezed from a beehive, in all of my city-slick-life before. Ever ready for novel experiences I…
