Clare,
I once visited a website that asks a lot of questions about your lifestyle and then calculates how many slaves created your "stuff". I believe my score was 80.
80…
It blows my mind that we exist on the backs of others. I try to make ethical purchases…
but slave labor is hidden.
Hershey had negative publicity a few years ago…
not only for purchasing child-slave produced cocoa beans…
but they also require the Milton Hershey School exchange students to work in the factory.
I was in NC…
waiting for the ferry…
discussing this with my kids.
A woman got very irate…
told me not to believe everything I read…
she was from Hershey, PA…
they're not slaves…
they're here for a free education…
something should be required of them.
Why?
Why can't they be like the US students who get a free education because they are from disadvantaged families?
I try not to buy Hershey products either…
although sometimes I admit I will to get peanut/nut free chocolate for my family.
I am having a strange day…
I want to be as far from my family as possible.
My youngest came home from a sleepover about noon and is going out again soon.
My older son fought with me about doing stupidly simple assignments for his cyber-school…
"Why should I do such ridiculous work?" he asked…
"Because it is required" I responded…
and then he lost his temper.
He hates school work.
He doesn't know what to do with himself.
He worries about the future…
what will he do to make a living?
He wants to quit…
but realizes it's not a good choice for the future.
I suggested he take the GED, while he is working on the assignments…
if he passes all 4 components of the GED he can quit school and move on…
I cannot fight every day with him.
Husband is off for 3 days and wants to spend every minute together…
while that is a wonderful sentiment...
I need a little space in my day…
So, I took off for 2 hours…
ran errands…
had a little me time…
I think I feel better.
My youngest played well last night in his first football game of the season.
He is maturing.
Instead of being aggressive and impulsive…
he was focused and controlled.
He made 3 great catches, 57 yards total.
He made one catch over his head that he had to jump up and reach over his head.
He made a dramatic touchdown where he stretched out to put the ball over the goal line as he was tackled to make the touchdown…unfortunately one of his team-mates was called for holding so it didn't count.
He picked up a fumble on the three yard line and his team scored on the next play.
His team ended up losing.
After the game we were worried about him losing his temper…
an all too familiar pattern for him.
He was the last player from his team off the field.
We asked him why he was last and he said that he went to the player that he lined up against all evening to congratulate him and wish him a successful season.
WOW…
he's really maturing.
I hope that I am maturing as well as he.
I still have time.
Love and Light beautiful sister,
Maggie
Saturday, September 5, 2015
Friday, September 4, 2015
Me too...
Hi Maggie,
Just for fun, I checked for ethically made computers. There are none. Of the 20 possible points for being ethically made, no laptop ranks above 10. My pc ranks 4.5. I didn't choose it or buy it. I worked for someone who then ordered it and had it sent to me. Nonetheless, I am also guilty of supporting this slave culture.
One thing about not having much money is that it is easier not to buy things. Each purchase is a decision. It's a pain, but I think maybe it is a blessing in disguise.
I have been reading more about the slave labor that goes into producing electronics. I can see the problems. But if I stretch my mind a little, I see my own slavery. If I didn't have this pc, I would not be able to do my job. Without a job, I would be homeless. I have to do as my corporation says I must. I do not shake the tree much, because - without a job I would be homeless. So many of us are so close to homeless.
Somehow I think we are supposed to live on slavery, but not see it. It pollutes our life, this interwoven pain, but we don't know what is wrong...
One piece of advice I saw while reading about ethically made products was to buy used. I understood that about cars years ago. If we buy new car, the manufacturers are stimulated to make more. If we buy used - I don't think that is true. Also, driving a new car off the lot lowers its value - it is no longer new. The same is not true when we drive a two year old car off the lot.
I buy used a lot. Most of my clothes are from second hand shops. I don't think I have any new furniture in my house. Not much of anything - not pots or pans, not plates or silver...
Maybe I should sing a rousing verse of Second Hand Rose!
But buying used changes the economy, in ways that I want it to change. Plus most items are in my price range. Win-win!!
I also boycott Nestle. I have been doing that since 1982. I boycott Monsanto, too.
It's late. I'm tired. But I have a three day weekend...
Love and hugs to you and the dog and everyone else in the family!!
Clare
Just for fun, I checked for ethically made computers. There are none. Of the 20 possible points for being ethically made, no laptop ranks above 10. My pc ranks 4.5. I didn't choose it or buy it. I worked for someone who then ordered it and had it sent to me. Nonetheless, I am also guilty of supporting this slave culture.
One thing about not having much money is that it is easier not to buy things. Each purchase is a decision. It's a pain, but I think maybe it is a blessing in disguise.
I have been reading more about the slave labor that goes into producing electronics. I can see the problems. But if I stretch my mind a little, I see my own slavery. If I didn't have this pc, I would not be able to do my job. Without a job, I would be homeless. I have to do as my corporation says I must. I do not shake the tree much, because - without a job I would be homeless. So many of us are so close to homeless.
Somehow I think we are supposed to live on slavery, but not see it. It pollutes our life, this interwoven pain, but we don't know what is wrong...
One piece of advice I saw while reading about ethically made products was to buy used. I understood that about cars years ago. If we buy new car, the manufacturers are stimulated to make more. If we buy used - I don't think that is true. Also, driving a new car off the lot lowers its value - it is no longer new. The same is not true when we drive a two year old car off the lot.
I buy used a lot. Most of my clothes are from second hand shops. I don't think I have any new furniture in my house. Not much of anything - not pots or pans, not plates or silver...
Maybe I should sing a rousing verse of Second Hand Rose!
But buying used changes the economy, in ways that I want it to change. Plus most items are in my price range. Win-win!!
I also boycott Nestle. I have been doing that since 1982. I boycott Monsanto, too.
It's late. I'm tired. But I have a three day weekend...
Love and hugs to you and the dog and everyone else in the family!!
Clare
Guilty...
Clare,
I am alone in my house…
just me and the animals.
It is so quiet and peaceful. I worked all morning doing projects and cleaning…
my reward is quiet.
Savoring it.
Tonight is my youngest's first football game…
I am torn.
Part of me is grateful for the social distraction and exercise that it offers…
but I hate the hitting, tackling…
the potential injuries.
The interesting thing is that he leaves practice happy and smiling…
the physical contact balances him.
He eats healthier, sleeps better, is easier to get along with when he's playing football.
He has had previous warrior lifetimes…
this is his expression of that memory, I guess.
I am guilty of senseless consumerism in many ways. There are companies I boycott…
like Nestle, because it is convenient and easy for me.
I only buy fair trade, organic, nonGMO coffee when I'm out.
But, I do have a cell phone…
and I don't allow myself to think of the ripples.
Time to rethink…
So, my dog came home yesterday…
two days at the hospital.
She is much improved…
but not healed.
She is still fatigued, easily winded, not eating well- unless it's hamburger and rice.
But she is back at the house and the rest will take care of itself. Iw ill try the nettle, I think I have the tea bags here.
I agree that my animals have made me a better human. I often say that I trust animals before people almost universally. I can read their intention. Humans are better able to disguise their intent.
Love and Light beautiful sister,
Maggie
I am alone in my house…
just me and the animals.
It is so quiet and peaceful. I worked all morning doing projects and cleaning…
my reward is quiet.
Savoring it.
Tonight is my youngest's first football game…
I am torn.
Part of me is grateful for the social distraction and exercise that it offers…
but I hate the hitting, tackling…
the potential injuries.
The interesting thing is that he leaves practice happy and smiling…
the physical contact balances him.
He eats healthier, sleeps better, is easier to get along with when he's playing football.
He has had previous warrior lifetimes…
this is his expression of that memory, I guess.
I am guilty of senseless consumerism in many ways. There are companies I boycott…
like Nestle, because it is convenient and easy for me.
I only buy fair trade, organic, nonGMO coffee when I'm out.
But, I do have a cell phone…
and I don't allow myself to think of the ripples.
Time to rethink…
So, my dog came home yesterday…
two days at the hospital.
She is much improved…
but not healed.
She is still fatigued, easily winded, not eating well- unless it's hamburger and rice.
But she is back at the house and the rest will take care of itself. Iw ill try the nettle, I think I have the tea bags here.
I agree that my animals have made me a better human. I often say that I trust animals before people almost universally. I can read their intention. Humans are better able to disguise their intent.
Love and Light beautiful sister,
Maggie
Thursday, September 3, 2015
conforming consumers
Hi Maggie,
I love your description comparing counseling with Quaker meeting - simply waiting in silent anticipation. I want you to be my counselor!! Or someone like you. That was so beautiful.
I hope the dog is home and settled and refreshed. I recommend you give her some nettle tea. Just put some in her water. I think that relationship between human and furpeople is so important. They hold our hearts. They teach us to be more human/humane. Sending love to her...
And my big-sisterly advice is to trust your process. There is a reason you are in slow motion. It is okay. You will kick into gear. You always do. Then you get the most amazing things done. It will happen again.
S#5 joined an on-line community of people who will move 100 miles this month. Walk, run, swim, bike, treadmill - it doesn't matter, as long as the goal is 100 miles. She inspired me, and I joined. I mentioned it to her, and she said this is her second month. But I have begun walking in earnest. Today the baby and I walked down to the little convenience store at the bottom of the hill. Then we trudged back up. On the way up I passed my middle child. He was on his way home from work, and he pulled over so we could chat. I was glad for the break, and glad to see his beautiful face!
I told him I had just heard that their older child, my oldest granddaughter, wants to go to school again this year. But the little one will be homeschooled, at least for a few years. My son told me his daughter had a school friend stay overnight. She came in with her cell phone - the kids are 11 now. When my daughter-in-law asked the friend to turn off the phone, the child said she is not allowed to turn it off when she is away from home.
My granddaughter is, of course, begging for a phone. My son explained the process of making a phone - people in China forced to work long hours, the use of toxic minerals. He told her how there were people his age with destroyed joints because of the way they are forced to work. He said he refuses to support this industry. (That's definitely my child!!! I am proud!!)
My granddaughter did not hear him. All she knows is that her friends have a cell phone, she wants one too. It is hard to be different from the others. We just want to be like everyone else...
Which was when I started getting angry. When my oldest was in first grade and in the public school, her teacher called me in for a conference. They were worried about her, she said. At recess she preferred to play with the kindergarteners - the younger kids. They thought this might indicate some problems with her development. And I sat there and swallowed the BS, I started to worry. Until my own brain, my own wisdom broke through. She was six. They were five. There was not a big difference between them. This was all about drama. This was all about conformity. We must conform or we make the institution nervous.
When my oldest son was in kindergarten, he did a math page in class. Every answer was correct. (In fact, he got moved to an older classroom for math because his skills were more developed than his peers.) But he doodled as he thought. I do that. If you look at my notebook page when I am taking minutes, there is a lot of delightful artwork. His teacher told him he could not go out to recess with his class. He had to sit and do the math sheet again, with no stray marks. This was part of the reason he became a kindergarten drop-out.
Again, I was livid. That had nothing to do with math and everything to do with conformity.
We are only allowed to talk to people born the same year as us. We have to wear the accepted clothes and have the accepted accessories of life. If we don't we are losers. We are pushed out.
When I was in school, I like being outside, most of the time. But it's hard.
I just can't get passed the fact that the purpose of public education is to produce conforming consumers. Conformists are necessary, so they don't have to produce many different items. Just something new every year to make sure we have to have it...
So my granddaughter will have to suffer with my son as her father, my son who says no to immoral products.
So, that's where I am today...
Love and hugs from Clare
I love your description comparing counseling with Quaker meeting - simply waiting in silent anticipation. I want you to be my counselor!! Or someone like you. That was so beautiful.
I hope the dog is home and settled and refreshed. I recommend you give her some nettle tea. Just put some in her water. I think that relationship between human and furpeople is so important. They hold our hearts. They teach us to be more human/humane. Sending love to her...
And my big-sisterly advice is to trust your process. There is a reason you are in slow motion. It is okay. You will kick into gear. You always do. Then you get the most amazing things done. It will happen again.
S#5 joined an on-line community of people who will move 100 miles this month. Walk, run, swim, bike, treadmill - it doesn't matter, as long as the goal is 100 miles. She inspired me, and I joined. I mentioned it to her, and she said this is her second month. But I have begun walking in earnest. Today the baby and I walked down to the little convenience store at the bottom of the hill. Then we trudged back up. On the way up I passed my middle child. He was on his way home from work, and he pulled over so we could chat. I was glad for the break, and glad to see his beautiful face!
I told him I had just heard that their older child, my oldest granddaughter, wants to go to school again this year. But the little one will be homeschooled, at least for a few years. My son told me his daughter had a school friend stay overnight. She came in with her cell phone - the kids are 11 now. When my daughter-in-law asked the friend to turn off the phone, the child said she is not allowed to turn it off when she is away from home.
My granddaughter is, of course, begging for a phone. My son explained the process of making a phone - people in China forced to work long hours, the use of toxic minerals. He told her how there were people his age with destroyed joints because of the way they are forced to work. He said he refuses to support this industry. (That's definitely my child!!! I am proud!!)
My granddaughter did not hear him. All she knows is that her friends have a cell phone, she wants one too. It is hard to be different from the others. We just want to be like everyone else...
Which was when I started getting angry. When my oldest was in first grade and in the public school, her teacher called me in for a conference. They were worried about her, she said. At recess she preferred to play with the kindergarteners - the younger kids. They thought this might indicate some problems with her development. And I sat there and swallowed the BS, I started to worry. Until my own brain, my own wisdom broke through. She was six. They were five. There was not a big difference between them. This was all about drama. This was all about conformity. We must conform or we make the institution nervous.
When my oldest son was in kindergarten, he did a math page in class. Every answer was correct. (In fact, he got moved to an older classroom for math because his skills were more developed than his peers.) But he doodled as he thought. I do that. If you look at my notebook page when I am taking minutes, there is a lot of delightful artwork. His teacher told him he could not go out to recess with his class. He had to sit and do the math sheet again, with no stray marks. This was part of the reason he became a kindergarten drop-out.
Again, I was livid. That had nothing to do with math and everything to do with conformity.
We are only allowed to talk to people born the same year as us. We have to wear the accepted clothes and have the accepted accessories of life. If we don't we are losers. We are pushed out.
When I was in school, I like being outside, most of the time. But it's hard.
I just can't get passed the fact that the purpose of public education is to produce conforming consumers. Conformists are necessary, so they don't have to produce many different items. Just something new every year to make sure we have to have it...
So my granddaughter will have to suffer with my son as her father, my son who says no to immoral products.
So, that's where I am today...
Love and hugs from Clare
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Slow motion
Clare,
Sorry for the mini-sabbatical…
actually it was not restful at all.
My big dog has been very sick. She slowed WAY down over the weekend and by Monday was nearly lethargic. She laid on the floor all day, barely lifting her head and occasionally wagging her tail when I said her name. She refused to eat. She drank little, and she had a fever. We took her to the vet yesterday, who kept her overnight because she had blood work that showed acute infection as well as dehydration. She got IV fluids and antibiotics overnight, finally peeing in the morning after about 24 hours or more of no urine. Her urine shows kidney damage, the blood work shows liver damage. This morning her temp was back up to 104.8 and the vet believes she has leptospirosis…a bacterial infection. They changed her antibiotic and she perked up by this afternoon. My oldest and I visited her at the vet and she was so excited to see us- her whole body was wagging. She was so sad when we left her there again. One more night to make sure she's responding, then she can come home. I have been worried about her survival. My oldest told me today, "she is definitely your dog", because of the way she responds to my presence. But, last summer she spent weeks by my side as I recuperated from my surgery. She had to be forced to leave to eat and go outside to poop and pee. We have a mutual admiration. Anyway, it looks like the worst is behind her now.
I think you are on to something with your self-analysis. Perhaps you are one of the "light-bearers" sent to lead, by word and example, the younger generation of indigos. It's not easy living outside the "norm" and yet you stay there comfortably.
Hermits still need interaction with other beings…
they aren't totally isolated.
They choose when, where, and how often they connect.
I love that your flowers are "in your face" with their messages.
A nearby community houses a detention center for illegal immigrants. My Meeting has worked hard to raise awareness and push for their rapid release of detainees to family or local communities. With the court ruling in California many of these detainees have been released. One family, from China, has been sponsored by our Meeting. The father is a psychologist who leaked information to the press about the mis-diagnosis and pharmaceutical treatment of political dissidents. He fled with his wife and daughter to avoid detention himself. I am amazed by the courage of this man and his family. I hope to be able to spend time with them as they settle into life in our county.
I am not feeling particularly "purpose driven" these days.
I though that I was being called upon to open my life and home to the foster child…
but he's chosen to give his family a little more time to come through for him.
I thought that I would finish a project for my former employer by the end of the summer…
but I haven't picked it up since early July.
I am reading materials to put into my proposed course for the spring term…
but haven't put together an outline on paper or computer.
My life seems to be in slow motion…
kind of wandering aimlessly…
but I actually do trust that it is leading me somewhere.
Tomorrow is another day of listening…
trying to hear their pain and point out their rationalizations.
I had a client this past week who is struggling with her kids…
she is living in 2 rooms with them and a dog…
and insists upon arranging and rearranging the furniture…
to the point that her older daughter had a meltdown because she just wants to spend time with her…
I tried to gently point out the furniture moving and organizing was a distraction because she really doesn't know what good parenting is…
she had a horrendous childhood…
multiple caregivers, each abusing or neglecting her in some way…
perhaps she is avoiding rather than confronting her own lack of self-confidence…
self-confidence isn't the right word…
She was offended at first…
thinking I was criticizing her parenting…
then she kind of understood what I was saying…
I hope that by next week she will have observed her own behaviors enough to become aware of the patterns.
I am never sure if my approach is correct…
but I try to be as honest as possible.
I try to listen until a clear message comes to me that I share with the client…
kind of like a Quaker Meeting.
I hope you have a peaceful night.
Love and Light beautiful sister,
Maggie
Sorry for the mini-sabbatical…
actually it was not restful at all.
My big dog has been very sick. She slowed WAY down over the weekend and by Monday was nearly lethargic. She laid on the floor all day, barely lifting her head and occasionally wagging her tail when I said her name. She refused to eat. She drank little, and she had a fever. We took her to the vet yesterday, who kept her overnight because she had blood work that showed acute infection as well as dehydration. She got IV fluids and antibiotics overnight, finally peeing in the morning after about 24 hours or more of no urine. Her urine shows kidney damage, the blood work shows liver damage. This morning her temp was back up to 104.8 and the vet believes she has leptospirosis…a bacterial infection. They changed her antibiotic and she perked up by this afternoon. My oldest and I visited her at the vet and she was so excited to see us- her whole body was wagging. She was so sad when we left her there again. One more night to make sure she's responding, then she can come home. I have been worried about her survival. My oldest told me today, "she is definitely your dog", because of the way she responds to my presence. But, last summer she spent weeks by my side as I recuperated from my surgery. She had to be forced to leave to eat and go outside to poop and pee. We have a mutual admiration. Anyway, it looks like the worst is behind her now.
I think you are on to something with your self-analysis. Perhaps you are one of the "light-bearers" sent to lead, by word and example, the younger generation of indigos. It's not easy living outside the "norm" and yet you stay there comfortably.
Hermits still need interaction with other beings…
they aren't totally isolated.
They choose when, where, and how often they connect.
I love that your flowers are "in your face" with their messages.
A nearby community houses a detention center for illegal immigrants. My Meeting has worked hard to raise awareness and push for their rapid release of detainees to family or local communities. With the court ruling in California many of these detainees have been released. One family, from China, has been sponsored by our Meeting. The father is a psychologist who leaked information to the press about the mis-diagnosis and pharmaceutical treatment of political dissidents. He fled with his wife and daughter to avoid detention himself. I am amazed by the courage of this man and his family. I hope to be able to spend time with them as they settle into life in our county.
I am not feeling particularly "purpose driven" these days.
I though that I was being called upon to open my life and home to the foster child…
but he's chosen to give his family a little more time to come through for him.
I thought that I would finish a project for my former employer by the end of the summer…
but I haven't picked it up since early July.
I am reading materials to put into my proposed course for the spring term…
but haven't put together an outline on paper or computer.
My life seems to be in slow motion…
kind of wandering aimlessly…
but I actually do trust that it is leading me somewhere.
Tomorrow is another day of listening…
trying to hear their pain and point out their rationalizations.
I had a client this past week who is struggling with her kids…
she is living in 2 rooms with them and a dog…
and insists upon arranging and rearranging the furniture…
to the point that her older daughter had a meltdown because she just wants to spend time with her…
I tried to gently point out the furniture moving and organizing was a distraction because she really doesn't know what good parenting is…
she had a horrendous childhood…
multiple caregivers, each abusing or neglecting her in some way…
perhaps she is avoiding rather than confronting her own lack of self-confidence…
self-confidence isn't the right word…
She was offended at first…
thinking I was criticizing her parenting…
then she kind of understood what I was saying…
I hope that by next week she will have observed her own behaviors enough to become aware of the patterns.
I am never sure if my approach is correct…
but I try to be as honest as possible.
I try to listen until a clear message comes to me that I share with the client…
kind of like a Quaker Meeting.
I hope you have a peaceful night.
Love and Light beautiful sister,
Maggie
I know who I am...maybe
Hi Maggie,
A couple of months ago you asked if I knew what my life's purpose was. I really did not have a clue. Well, today I got a glimmer.
When I was in high school, my personal philosophy, for better or worse, was: if everyone is doing it, there's something wrong. I see myself as a nonconformist. I know we do lie to ourselvesand like to see ourselves as different, but in many ways I am...
I saw an article on the yahoo news page today entitled, Bold Education Trend. I am always fascinated by education, and so I went to read the article. The next new trend is unschooling. I started unschooling in1987.
Once again, I am way ahead of the trend. I refused to have a baby in the hospital. Nursed each for an extended time. We lived in a 12' x 20' cabin we built ourselves beginning in 1998, or so - way ahead of the small house movement.
I feel like my purpose is to show people there's another way, a saner, more humane way, a wiser way.
I remember arguing about the use of antibiotics in the mid-80s when you were a brand new doc. You argued that antibiotics had to be given for viral infections to prevent secondary infections. I argued that we should wait until there was a bacterial infection, because all we were doing was creating more powerful, antibiotic resistant bacteria. In the end we agreed to disagree.
But it continues. I have two dear friends, both well-educated scientists. Both use those drops of poison on their dog's necks to kill fleas. Both think I am crazy because I refuse to use them. I know we are creating more powerful, more annoying fleas. Their decision is affecting the health of my animals. Yet they don't see what I am saying. We see the superbugs, those resistant to antibiotic, and we understand what happened, but we can't relate that to poisons for fleas, or to the use of pesticides on gardens and farms. Or the GMO corn with Bt bred into the plant. At first, it killed the larva that destroyed some of the crop. And it destroyed the butterflies, and the larva of the pollinators. Now, after barren years, I'm seeing a few more butterflies. That, of course, means insects are developing resistance...
But no one sees it.
Instead we want to continue being at war with the world. We want to create more powerful weapons. we want to win, to wipe out other species or even portions of our own species when we don't see how they benefit us.
Sorry, but I am on a roll.
There is a tarot card, the hermit. He lives alone on the edge of a community and waits to receive messages for his community.
Maybe that is who I am.
Love and hugs,
Clare
A couple of months ago you asked if I knew what my life's purpose was. I really did not have a clue. Well, today I got a glimmer.
When I was in high school, my personal philosophy, for better or worse, was: if everyone is doing it, there's something wrong. I see myself as a nonconformist. I know we do lie to ourselvesand like to see ourselves as different, but in many ways I am...
I saw an article on the yahoo news page today entitled, Bold Education Trend. I am always fascinated by education, and so I went to read the article. The next new trend is unschooling. I started unschooling in1987.
Once again, I am way ahead of the trend. I refused to have a baby in the hospital. Nursed each for an extended time. We lived in a 12' x 20' cabin we built ourselves beginning in 1998, or so - way ahead of the small house movement.
I feel like my purpose is to show people there's another way, a saner, more humane way, a wiser way.
I remember arguing about the use of antibiotics in the mid-80s when you were a brand new doc. You argued that antibiotics had to be given for viral infections to prevent secondary infections. I argued that we should wait until there was a bacterial infection, because all we were doing was creating more powerful, antibiotic resistant bacteria. In the end we agreed to disagree.
But it continues. I have two dear friends, both well-educated scientists. Both use those drops of poison on their dog's necks to kill fleas. Both think I am crazy because I refuse to use them. I know we are creating more powerful, more annoying fleas. Their decision is affecting the health of my animals. Yet they don't see what I am saying. We see the superbugs, those resistant to antibiotic, and we understand what happened, but we can't relate that to poisons for fleas, or to the use of pesticides on gardens and farms. Or the GMO corn with Bt bred into the plant. At first, it killed the larva that destroyed some of the crop. And it destroyed the butterflies, and the larva of the pollinators. Now, after barren years, I'm seeing a few more butterflies. That, of course, means insects are developing resistance...
But no one sees it.
Instead we want to continue being at war with the world. We want to create more powerful weapons. we want to win, to wipe out other species or even portions of our own species when we don't see how they benefit us.
Sorry, but I am on a roll.
There is a tarot card, the hermit. He lives alone on the edge of a community and waits to receive messages for his community.
Maybe that is who I am.
Love and hugs,
Clare
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Flowers in my face
Hey Maggie,
How's life today?
I've been trying to access my inner swamp, to explore my inner condition. But I can't find it. Maybe I'm so in it, I can't see it. Or perhaps I am so far away...or else my back is turned...
But I've been thinking about it, a lot. I think I was inspired by the poem I shared, considering it may be pools rather than a soul-sucking quick-sand laden swamp.
I have been watching my herbs and flowers. No surprise there, I guess. Some are really drawing my attention. I have lavender colored zinnia at my back door that are at face level. I have never had zinnias this tall before. I don't think I have ever seen zinnias this tall before. I greet them every time I leave, every time I return. In flower essences, zinnias are recognized as holding the essence of child-like joy and playfulness.
My tansy is also face high, as is my monarda. The invasive Canada thistle is also towering above my head. Thistle is about being trapped/feeling trapped.
They are all trying to get my attention but so far I have been too dense to get it, to let the messages in.
But what I was thinking is that this year has been different. After having one of the snowiest, coldest winters ever, we had a long, cool summer. It was rarely out of the 70s, and it rained every two to three days from May through July. It didn't stop raining until I left. I heard, when I got home, it had only rained twice in the three weeks I was gone. I was a bit offended.
It has been a pain to mow, because everything is wet and swampy.
This year has been swampy.
And the flowers are big and in my face. It just seems there must be a message for me. But I'm not getting it...yet.
Hope all is well with you...Missing you!!
Love and hugs from Clare
How's life today?
I've been trying to access my inner swamp, to explore my inner condition. But I can't find it. Maybe I'm so in it, I can't see it. Or perhaps I am so far away...or else my back is turned...
But I've been thinking about it, a lot. I think I was inspired by the poem I shared, considering it may be pools rather than a soul-sucking quick-sand laden swamp.
I have been watching my herbs and flowers. No surprise there, I guess. Some are really drawing my attention. I have lavender colored zinnia at my back door that are at face level. I have never had zinnias this tall before. I don't think I have ever seen zinnias this tall before. I greet them every time I leave, every time I return. In flower essences, zinnias are recognized as holding the essence of child-like joy and playfulness.
My tansy is also face high, as is my monarda. The invasive Canada thistle is also towering above my head. Thistle is about being trapped/feeling trapped.
They are all trying to get my attention but so far I have been too dense to get it, to let the messages in.
But what I was thinking is that this year has been different. After having one of the snowiest, coldest winters ever, we had a long, cool summer. It was rarely out of the 70s, and it rained every two to three days from May through July. It didn't stop raining until I left. I heard, when I got home, it had only rained twice in the three weeks I was gone. I was a bit offended.
It has been a pain to mow, because everything is wet and swampy.
This year has been swampy.
And the flowers are big and in my face. It just seems there must be a message for me. But I'm not getting it...yet.
Hope all is well with you...Missing you!!
Love and hugs from Clare
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