Health

The biggest goal of my life right now is health.  Turns out “health” is a very complex concept.  I want physical, financial, spiritual, mental health for myself, but seeing as I’m one organism in a giant ecosystem, that includes all species, and all beings, and all humans on this planet, then my health is inextricably linked to the health of the whole planet.  Racial violence, and war, and starvation, and habitat destruction, and species extinction- these are monumental tragedies and we are aware of that pain in our subtle bodies whether or not we wallow in news, or recycle, or grow organic gardens.  Try as we might, we are not insulated from any of it.

 

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Can't wait for the pears. This is the first crop on a young tree.

 

I think the pervasive toxins and mega-germs and new strains of pests that get new names and chatted up in the media are a physical manifestation, or symbol, of this fact that we’ve collectively ignored for too long- that we share everything.  Can’t be ignored any more.  Can’t run to the hills, it rains acid there too.  Germs circulate the world, we breathe each others’ air, we ingest each others’ garbage.  An individual cannot hide from the whole.  The “everything” we notice we’re sharing tends to be bad, but joy, ecstasy, and prayer also circle the world and affect everyone, positively.

The question I always ask: “What can you get up tomorrow and do differently, knowing that?” Continue reading Health

Fools Rushing In

Well, we cant say no one warned us.  The verdict on small-scale farming is unanimous-”it’s F-ing hard work”.

I paraphrase.

CIMG9709(1)Everyone says they had rose-coloured visions of gazing at the sun-dappled pasture over the cooling jewel-coloured jelly jars, crafting, painting, reading…and the reality involves vomiting goats and falling into bed with brutalized muscles.

But, (you couldn’t see this coming)I want to do it anyway, and insist that “it’s gonna be different.”  I’m not yet 40; I make no claim to wisdom.

For me, leisure is a strong enough imperative now that I just might have the fortitude to safeguard it.  I’ve long thought of myself as a lazy person trapped in the body of an incredibly energetic and effective person.  I privately long to live like a cat, and I fantasize rapturously about sleep.

However, I now believe the trapped personality is a creative one, and creativity requires fallow time.  14% fallow time, by all accounts.  For that, I’m long, long overdue.

My primary focus of five years was improving a house to sell, working a real job, and trying to borrow enough money to keep working on house (rinse and repeat).  Continue reading Fools Rushing In

Stumbling towards sustainable

I am in an ultra-transitional time.

I’ve just finished a five year project restoring a derelict house to urban desirability, and sold it.  I made some money on the sale; which I am grateful for, which gives me choices.

These are my options for my sale proceeds, the way I see it:
a.  fire proof safe
b.  bank
c.  buy property
Only c seems intelligent.

I was planning my version of a caution-to-the-wind pleasure blitz, while we still have oil-soaked infrastructure fabric (an extensive BC camping/hiking tour, a trip to see Cuban sustainability initiatives, a healing retreat, a slow and thorough cross-Canada scamp on wheels), but I find that when the moment comes, it doesn’t feel right to bank the cash and have a good time.  Continue reading Stumbling towards sustainable

Happy about living naturally