Mindful Eats, Earth’s and Climate Beats=
=Gluten-Free, Dairy-Free & vegan Treats
Mindful Eats, Earth’s and Climate Beats=
=Gluten-Free, Dairy-Free & vegan Treats
Welcome to ‘Lelo-Lelo’ blog,
created by yours truly, Maayan.
I’m an amateur cook, pastry chef, animator, and an illustrator.
A few years ago, I discovered that I had Gluten sensitivity and dairy allergy.
In recent years I embraced a vegan lifestyle.
Therefore, I decided to create a blog that is all-
Healthy, Vegan & gluten-free recipes.
Welcome
to my green corner,
where thoughts take flight,
Doubts, fears, and struggles shine bright.
Together we’ll fight the climate’s plight and fright,
I’d love it if you’ll join me now; so we’ll make it right!
Exposing the reality of ‘Mother Earth’ through a captivating poem, describing her abuse and the imperative to treat her with care.
Depression is a word that sounds heavy and scary, and it is. However, it is difficult to bear alone such a heavy word. It usually has a nice companion called anxiety.
Especially when these two words do not have much room for conversation. People often make the word depression seems forbidden, almost like a taboo. Something that is usually avoided being said and talked about, a bit like a swearword word.
Therefore, I’ve chosen to give the words depression and anxiety a stage to stand on and a place for anyone who might be feeling like me.
Further down the road, I would also love for you to join me on the journey of coping with it.
Scientists have long emphasized the seriousness of the climate crisis, even during my childhood. I distinctly recall first learning about it back in 2003, when I was in third grade.
After school, I sat at a friend’s house, and we watched “The Eighth” (an Israeli TV series). During the show, her father switched to the news, and there was a segment about global warming.
The news article highlighted the pressing issue of melting glaciers and the devastating impact on polar bears and penguins in Antarctica. They showed how they were struggling to find stable ground, growing exhausted, and succumbing to drowning. Since that day, I couldn’t stop thinking about their situation and helplessness.
In that same year, my older sister enlightened me about the environmental impact of plastic. Curious, I asked her, “But why is it so terrible?”
In response, she drew a small circle on a piece of paper, representing the Earth, and explained, “Imagine you were the only person in the world using plastic cups every day. It might not seem that bad. But what if everyone started using only plastic cups, disposable utensils, and bags? Where would it all end up? Plastic doesn’t break down naturally.”
She handed me the paper and requested that I fill the circle with drawings of cups. I continued drawing until the circle disappeared from view.
Since then, I would go out to recycle bottles with the feeling that I might be saving the world.
Although, there were moments when classmates would pass by, giving me strange looks and whispering to each other, “What a weirdo… why does she even care?”
There are always those who say: “What does it matter if I’ll throw away just one more bag?” It does matter, precisely for the reason that it will never be just one more bag.
I must admit, my optimism bubble burst when I discovered that recycling turned out to be not the most reliable or efficient thing as I had hoped. However, this is not completely true!! (I’ll elaborate on the matter in a separate post later).
2019 after completing my degree, I dove into lots of information. I watched documentaries and witnessed various global incidents. The wildfires in Australia devastated me, with the impact on the wildlife.
I closely followed wildfires in the United States, Russia, and other countries. I watched all the floods in Italy, Germany, Belgium, and Israel, and where not?
As if that wasn’t enough, I stumbled upon videos of baseball-sized hail smashing car windows, news of monstrous hurricanes and lightning storms. Since when are there hurricanes with fire?! I thought things like that were supposed to be only in movies.
Of course, we cannot also forget the global warming that everyone is talking about. The coral bleaching, fish extinction, deforestation, oil pollution, and many other unfortunate things couldn’t be ignored.
Everything seemed to be spiraling out of control, a consequence of the climate crisis, and at an alarming pace.
Nothing felt safe anymore, especially after watching the dire predictions for the next 20-50 years.
Something I wished to repress, to forget, but there is nowhere to run, the world beset. Danger lurks in every corner and place. The climate has gone mad, a frantic chase.
Amid fires raging in Israel’s embrace, accusations flew a blame game’s chase. “It’s arson!” echoed in every news space, but hidden truth yearned for its rightful place.
An unspoken plea from “Mother Earth” so dear, whispered in flames, a call we must hear. Beneath the chaos, her voice rang clear:” In harmony with nature, we must adhere”.
I was sure that after finishing my degree, I would finally start living. But, instead, depression started.
I suddenly asked myself many questions, what does the future hold for us? I felt the ground crumble beneath me, and all my dreams turned into nightmares.
The future I once envisioned for myself felt shaky, grew uncertain, and wavered and started collapsing like melting glaciers. I felt paralyzed by fear of something I had no control over.
I was enraged at humanity. My heart was torn by the distressing scenes of all the documentaries. Countless nights were consumed by tears for all the poor and helpless animals.
As time passed, I couldn’t sleep at night, and in the mornings, I couldn’t drag myself out of bed. I felt how the days passed in the blink of an eye, and suddenly, as if my life had stopped to a halt.
Every career path I considered pursuing was replaced by the question “Why” or “What is the point?” And every time I shared my feelings with family and loved ones, they pictured me as a doomsayer, preaching the end of the world and a bleak future.
I felt that even my parents didn’t understand me. They only lectured me to look at the half-full glass and that everything would be fine. They dismissed my fears as they said I am overreacting.
However, my cup was full of only fears, and everything they said only emphasized how alone I was in a conversation, with my fear helpless.
I felt like I was slowly disintegrating into a million little plastic pieces that won’t decompose in the sea. I lost the taste for life. I felt lost and stuck on a dead-end road.
After a long time and a difficult way of carrying such a heavy word (depression), something stopped me from repressing and forgetting. I realized that we had nowhere to run. I could close my eyes and try to hide. But, then, when the questions came up again, why? What difference will it make? And what’s the point?
And I came to the conclusion that we have a mission! It is in our hands – to save the mother of all of us, mother earth.
To read the poem I wrote on the subject – A Mother’s Cry.
Individually, we may feel as tiny as a grain of sand amidst the vastness of the world’s population. Regrettably, many believe their actions no longer hold significance, echoing the sentiment, “Everyone is doing it.”
However, if enough voices rise and declare that every action counts, real change can unfold. Each person possesses the potential to become a monumental stride for all of humanity. Together, we can march like a mighty sandstorm, shaping a future of collective impact.
Amidst the climate crisis, I am certain many people hide the fact that they are depressed. They silently bear the weight of depression and fear for our future on this beautiful blue planet.
Life is too short either way, so I wanted to share my experience with you. After all, what do I have to lose?
I am sure that others out there feel the same way as me. It is important for me to deliver a vital message to you all: You are not alone ♥️
I journeyed through my own struggles, and it is essential to emphasize that I still am transforming, from when I couldn’t scratch myself out of bed to when I became my own spatula.
Now, as I gather myself, I have decided—I am taking you with me on this transformative journey!
Today I already manage to deal with depression and anxiety, and I even have some answers to the question, “Why”?
So you must be curious…
You are welcome to browse the Coping Strategies page, where I share my personal experience with you. Sharing all the ways I found helping to cope and deal with climate change depression or with depression in general.
Furthermore, each coping-related post concludes with exercises, equipping you with tools to cope and navigate challenges independently.
Even if one sentence or a single tip I’ll share helps you or will bring you comfort, all the struggles I went through were worth it.
Depression is a word that sounds heavy and scary, and it is. However, it is difficult to bear alone such a heavy word. It usually has a nice companion called anxiety.
Especially when these two words do not have much room for conversation. People often make the word depression seems forbidden, almost like a taboo. Something that is usually avoided being said and talked about, a bit like a swearword word.
Therefore, I’ve chosen to give the words depression and anxiety a stage to stand on and a place for anyone who might be feeling like me.
Further down the road, I would also love for you to join me on the journey of coping with it.
Scientists have long emphasized the seriousness of the climate crisis, even during my childhood. I distinctly recall first learning about it back in 2003, when I was in third grade.
After school, I sat at a friend’s house, and we watched “The Eighth” (an Israeli TV series). During the show, her father switched to the news, and there was a segment about global warming.
The news article highlighted the pressing issue of melting glaciers and the devastating impact on polar bears and penguins in Antarctica. They showed how they were struggling to find stable ground, growing exhausted, and succumbing to drowning. Since that day, I couldn’t stop thinking about their situation and helplessness.
In that same year, my older sister enlightened me about the environmental impact of plastic. Curious, I asked her, “But why is it so terrible?”
In response, she drew a small circle on a piece of paper, representing the Earth, and explained, “Imagine you were the only person in the world using plastic cups every day. It might not seem that bad. But what if everyone started using only plastic cups, disposable utensils, and bags? Where would it all end up? Plastic doesn’t break down naturally.”
She handed me the paper and requested that I fill the circle with drawings of cups. I continued drawing until the circle disappeared from view.
Since then, I would go out to recycle bottles with the feeling that I might be saving the world.
Although, there were moments when classmates would pass by, giving me strange looks and whispering to each other, “What a weirdo… why does she even care?”
There are always those who say: “What does it matter if I’ll throw away just one more bag?” It does matter, precisely for the reason that it will never be just one more bag.
I must admit, my optimism bubble burst when I discovered that recycling turned out to be not the most reliable or efficient thing as I had hoped. However, this is not completely true!! (I’ll elaborate on the matter in a separate post later).
2019 after completing my degree, I dove into lots of information. I watched documentaries and witnessed various global incidents. The wildfires in Australia devastated me, with the impact on the wildlife.
I closely followed wildfires in the United States, Russia, and other countries. I watched all the floods in Italy, Germany, Belgium, and Israel, and where not?
As if that wasn’t enough, I stumbled upon videos of baseball-sized hail smashing car windows, news of monstrous hurricanes and lightning storms. Since when are there hurricanes with fire?! I thought things like that were supposed to be only in movies.
Of course, we cannot also forget the global warming that everyone is talking about. The coral bleaching, fish extinction, deforestation, oil pollution, and many other unfortunate things couldn’t be ignored.
Everything seemed to be spiraling out of control, a consequence of the climate crisis, and at an alarming pace.
Nothing felt safe anymore, especially after watching the dire predictions for the next 20-50 years.
Something I wished to repress, to forget, but there is nowhere to run, the world beset. Danger lurks in every corner and place. The climate has gone mad, a frantic chase.
Amid fires raging in Israel’s embrace, accusations flew a blame game’s chase. “It’s arson!” echoed in every news space, but hidden truth yearned for its rightful place.
An unspoken plea from “Mother Earth” so dear, whispered in flames, a call we must hear. Beneath the chaos, her voice rang clear:” In harmony with nature, we must adhere”.
I was sure that after finishing my degree, I would finally start living. But, instead, depression started.
I suddenly asked myself many questions, what does the future hold for us? I felt the ground crumble beneath me, and all my dreams turned into nightmares.
The future I once envisioned for myself felt shaky, grew uncertain, and wavered and started collapsing like melting glaciers. I felt paralyzed by fear of something I had no control over.
I was enraged at humanity. My heart was torn by the distressing scenes of all the documentaries. Countless nights were consumed by tears for all the poor and helpless animals.
As time passed, I couldn’t sleep at night, and in the mornings, I couldn’t drag myself out of bed. I felt how the days passed in the blink of an eye, and suddenly, as if my life had stopped to a halt.
Every career path I considered pursuing was replaced by the question “Why” or “What is the point?” And every time I shared my feelings with family and loved ones, they pictured me as a doomsayer, preaching the end of the world and a bleak future.
I felt that even my parents didn’t understand me. They only lectured me to look at the half-full glass and that everything would be fine. They dismissed my fears as they said I am overreacting.
However, my cup was full of only fears, and everything they said only emphasized how alone I was in a conversation, with my fear helpless.
I felt like I was slowly disintegrating into a million little plastic pieces that won’t decompose in the sea. I lost the taste for life. I felt lost and stuck on a dead-end road.
After a long time and a difficult way of carrying such a heavy word (depression), something stopped me from repressing and forgetting. I realized that we had nowhere to run. I could close my eyes and try to hide. But, then, when the questions came up again, why? What difference will it make? And what’s the point?
And I came to the conclusion that we have a mission! It is in our hands – to save the mother of all of us, mother earth.
To read the poem I wrote on the subject – A Mother’s Cry.
Individually, we may feel as tiny as a grain of sand amidst the vastness of the world’s population. Regrettably, many believe their actions no longer hold significance, echoing the sentiment, “Everyone is doing it.”
However, if enough voices rise and declare that every action counts, real change can unfold. Each person possesses the potential to become a monumental stride for all of humanity. Together, we can march like a mighty sandstorm, shaping a future of collective impact.
Amidst the climate crisis, I am certain many people hide the fact that they are depressed. They silently bear the weight of depression and fear for our future on this beautiful blue planet.
Life is too short either way, so I wanted to share my experience with you. After all, what do I have to lose?
I am sure that others out there feel the same way as me. It is important for me to deliver a vital message to you all: You are not alone ♥️
I journeyed through my own struggles, and it is essential to emphasize that I still am transforming, from when I couldn’t scratch myself out of bed to when I became my own spatula.
Now, as I gather myself, I have decided—I am taking you with me on this transformative journey!
Today I already manage to deal with depression and anxiety, and I even have some answers to the question, “Why”?
So you must be curious…
You are welcome to browse the Coping Strategies page, where I share my personal experience with you. Sharing all the ways I found helping to cope and deal with climate change depression or with depression in general.
Furthermore, each coping-related post concludes with exercises, equipping you with tools to cope and navigate challenges independently.
Even if one sentence or a single tip I’ll share helps you or will bring you comfort, all the struggles I went through were worth it.