I am one of those who can become very passionate about saving our planet. It's not so much about being an "environmentalist" as it is about loving nature. I love the feel of a cool breeze on my face as I'm gardening or the site of a bird flitting about my yard. Nature seems to feed my soul and I truly miss it during the part of the year when things are wet and wild in our area of the world.
EcoCircles is about creating sustainable habits in our backyards. But what does it truly mean to be sustainable? As I'm washing dishes, I reflect on the soap I am using and the running water. Or, there's the soap and shampoo I use when I shower. There are so many ways we are connected into a consumer model of society, the choice to be more sustainable seems like an endless battle. So, where do we start.
Over the holidays you said something about discovering in your old age that you weren't a good mother. I wouldn't say that you were a bad mother, life was just complicated at times. Being a parent is about doing the very best we know how in the moment. I will say, no matter what was going on, I always knew that you loved me.
My Mom, daughter and possibly my granddaughter are teaming up to lose weight in 2008. We've setup a Google spreadsheet to track our progress, listed our current weights and committed to a goal for the year. Our plan is to check in with each other weekly and look at our week's loss at that point. Then support one another in any way we can.
The reward... besides increased family communication and fun... we plan to do a spa day at the end if we meet our accumulated goal. Definitely a win-win!
Submitted by Tomplum
Apparently, perception is everything. No, scratch that. Apparently how we arrive at perception is really . . .. . . Maybe if you read on, I will have completed the sentence.
At the tip of a small internal struggle is how my perception of things motivate me. I say small struggle as I'm sure what I see above the surface is truly just the tip of the iceberg.
I was out in the garden today pulling weeds and placing mulch around the flowers in my shade garden when the sound of guitar came floating over the fence. Our neighbor was playing these gentle melodies, perhaps to pass the time away or maybe to relieve the stress of his day.
I realized tonight who the Crazy Lady* is. She's the one who makes up stories in her head about bad things happening, or perhaps I should say, life turning out other than what I want. The unfortunate effect of those thoughts is to create chaos in my life. I know and have seen how the negative thoughts in my mind make my life less happy. And, for a long time I didn't let the thoughts creep in.
One of the things I remember most about my Grandmother was her quilts. She was infamous in our family for using remnants from sewing projects or tearing up old clothing to use for her quilting. Everyone in the family received at least one and some had several. My life is a lot like those quilts, pieced together of new and old. Our family had some dark secrets and the healing journey has led me through a sorting process where I left some pieces behind and kept others to become the quilt of my life today.
Much of my life has been spent in fear, keeping me from going after what I wanted and living my life to the fullest. I was unable to put fear behind me and take positive action in the moment until I spent time with a group of people learning to move past their fears. I learned fear did not need to be a roadblock in my life and, in fact, fear could be an ally.