An elimination diet of all relationships, all objects, and all demands on time and energy. 40 days in the wilderness
This got me thinking about my neighbors. Today I spoke with German, the retired auto mechanic from Bolivia who lives next door, who was always helping us keep one or another hoopty together and on the road. I watched him take care of his mom for years after her health began to fail, and he was there for her up to her dying day. Although most of the conversation between he and I is humorous anecdotes on aging and the stuff that ages along with us he did voice his concern over what would become...
This got me thinking about my neighbors. Today I spoke with German, the retired auto mechanic from Bolivia who lives next door, who was always helping us keep one or another hoopty together and on the road. I watched him take care of his mom for years after her health began to fail, and he was there for her up to her dying day. Although most of the conversation between he and I is humorous anecdotes on aging and the stuff that ages along with us he did voice his concern over what would become of him when he’s no longer able to care for his home.
Absolutely everything fashioned by human hands owes its origin to a natural resource.
The “most likely potential” of every possibility that ever was and could ever be is not only what makes me who I am but distinguishes between all the other expressions of possibility (parallel dimensions) that collapse at the eternal point of the Magnificent Now, like the waves of an ocean of undifferentiated energetic possibility breaking along an endless shore of time.
Some people call me “Mean” Dean referring to the mean, mode, and median. There is nothing extraordinary about me.
Good fortune! A swarm of bees moved into one of my vacant hives yesterday, an event that always leaves me feeling inspired and optimistic.
Ugh. . . that’s exactly how I got into beekeeping!
Having my teeth cleaned. Gonna miss you, Gretchen! I believe you’ve added
a decade to my life. Wishing you the very best days yet to come on your new adventure in Nashville.
Great question! A lot of what I’ve done for the first time, lately, either has to do with aging (colonoscopy, anyone?) or with the simple pleasure of finally enjoying some modicum of success at endeavors that I’ve been at for years already, if not decades. Maybe Rupert Sheldrake is onto something with this “M-fields” nonsense. Where others might say, “good luck!”, I wish all of you “Skill and Persistence”!
If this uncertainty that I’ve been living with the last five days is a gift then I’d like to exchange it for some assurance that would befit a plan of action.
Thinking back to the sorts of things I believed as a child, I see belief itself as an impediment to an open mind. Allow, instead, that the mind move like water; with force when necessary, persistent in clearing all it touches but also to become still and clear.
I’m in the wrong forest
\m/ metal \m/ Carol!
Whatever honey the artificial lawns, corporate landscapes, and busy pavements of N. Virginia yield is theirs and I never harvest, Michele. I’ll leave the honey business to people even more ruthless than myself.
I don’t think this divergence from our natural world is by accident. In fact, I’m starting to believe that there just might be an agenda, through general bias against self-sufficiency, to gradually separate people from cultural wisdom and traditional knowledge. People inured to an artificial system are easy to control.
I use the mulch and cardboard method extensively throughout my little half acre, making trails and reclaiming areas from rampant weeds, gradually whittling down the amount of space that requires mowing. I reclaim cardboard boxes from my retail grocery job after the truck calling my haul “weapons of grass destruction”
Indeed, HollyinOhio, “having nothing left to lose” is the often origin of one’s courage. I’ll try to direct that feel toward courage and less like a fool on my next shift.
Funny-not-funny, how economic and other dependencies tend to look like courage in the eyes of those of us with options.
I’m inspired to hit up Fat Sam for some bam-nuzzles and nose boops!
Thank you, Katrina. My techs had a very gentle touch! 😉
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