We live in a disposable society. We throw so much away. But it doesn’t come from nowhere. It comes from the planet and it comes from future generations’ lives.
I’ve got two bikes that get me everywhere I need to go. And public transportation.
We live in a world that tells us not to care, to consume everything in sight. It tells us that being cool and being an individual actually means buying what everyone else is buying and doing what everyone else is doing.
I’m so drastically independent; I don’t tend to flourish in relationships.
People in minority religious communities, like Paganism, often feel isolated and even marginalized by others because of the lifestyle differences associated with their spiritual path.
I can tell you character traits I admire and work to develop in myself – perseverance, self-discipline, courage to stand up for what is right even when it is against one’s friends or one’s self.
I walk out to my backyard garden at certain times of the year, and I can’t get 30 feet without stopping for 20 minutes because the goumis need trimming.
Perhaps this is one of the last remaining strands of my Catholic upbringing, but to me the word ‘worship’ means absolute unquestioning affirmation of the authority of the deity. I’ll not have that in my life. If you are wise, neither will you.
‘Beloved’ by Toni Morrison. I think I read it first in college and have read it every few years since. The language itself is remarkable. I don’t know that I’ve read a book that explains America so well.
The madness of spring is so enticing. I love it when things are opening up and emerging from the ground. I also love the middle of summer when fruit is bursting forth, but I even love the garden in the winter when everything is resting.