The Tiger Became the Twinkie

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For thousands of generations, parents taught their children about the dangers of living in the wild.  You and I are on this planet because parents have been successful with this most crucial duty.  Fail to teach your children well throughout the ages, and your child would've ended up as tiger food.  Those natural predators, the kind that viewed humans as a potential meal or snack (depending on the size of the said predator), required learning skills of avoidance, fighting, and retreat.  These skill sets sharpened instincts, taught primary to advanced avoidance techniques and created droves of highly adapted and skillful children. Children that survived.  So powerful was the instinct not to become prey that children of ancestry honed these skills throughout their lifetime. 

Yep, brutal, accurate, and no less relevant in today's world.  The differences from ancient to modern survival, however drastic, are no less critical.  Those dangers once lurking in the jungles, forests, savannahs, deserts, mountains, and islands have become predatory corporations looking to co-opt your child's preferences and destroy their health.  The predators can be found on every screen, billboard, menu, magazine, and movie.  The meal ticket is no longer food for the tiger but profit for the entity.  As Dr. Mark Hymann states correctly, "The food industry has figured out how to hack the American mind and body, purposely designing food that is highly addictive-sugar and processed food to be exact."  These food-like-products are highly corrosive to our health.  Sugar is one of the top causes for chronic disease, is highly addictive, and toxic.  

So, is a little ok?  Well, was a proper survival technique to exercise caution and awareness only most of the time when the tiger's where roaming free in your neighborhood?  I think not.  Drop your senses for a moment and, well, you get the idea.  So, parents of 2023, beware of the genuine dangers lurking down every aisle, every store, and restaurant.  Practice vigilance.  Teach your children about the bona fide risks and threats of the food-like-products, corporation's malicious marketing, and fast food fiction.  Just us our ancient ancestors did an excellent job to ensure a bright and lively genetic outcome for us, our choices in food today, and the impact of those choices, are transgenerational and profoundly important.  Every. Single. Choice. In other words; the decisions we make in diet today influence the health of our children, our children's children and on and on for generations to come.

Whoa, that's heavy.  Fret not dear reader, for there are better options for all of those mass-marketed food wannabees.  What's impressive is that these options, substitutes if you like, are better for you, tastier, richer and juicer than anything some lab full of chemists can cook up for you.  It is time to re-cultivate that feminine sense of nurturing and nourishment, which offers the ability to discern between real life and plastic imitation.  And yes, we are living in a time where food separates into these two categories. Sharpen the awareness, cultivate intuition, ask formidable questions and make courageous choices.  For the Tiger has become the Twinkie. 


The Power of the Playback

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This life of mine and powder riding has a long and beautiful history...  

Here I sit while writing this blog post, the first one of its kind..., ever; and I am struck by the changes in my life.  Priorities, reprioritized.  Slimmed down, shaped up and focused.  Laser sighted on my purpose and driven by becoming and being a father.  There it is, the ultimate qualifier, parenthood!  I am the provider, the hunter.  I have become the guy who goes to work every day for long stretches of time to ensure a happy and healthy existence for my family.  And I love it!  I love it for many reasons beyond the scope of this quick share and the purpose of this clip is to say, "thank you dear mountains, winter, and snow for all that you have given me!"  I am humbled by your magical nature.  I am filled with gratitude for the countless powder days you have provided for me.  The bottomless turns; the steep, untracked chutes; the unimaginably fast 'hero snow' days; airs into pillows and the face shots.., oh the face shots.  Choking, snorkel deep days that fill the mind with wonder, the body with bliss and the heart with fullness. So many good times and turns that the memories fill my brain with endless reels of playbacks.  Dear Wasatch, I salute you.