I’ve been musing lately over the etymology of words. I love languages and find it fascinating to study the similarities and differences between them. I love to understand the roots of words and histories of idioms. One word that has been brain fodder for some time now is Responsibility. I am trying to take responsibility for my problems and my life. For my state of mind, my vibration, and all that that entails. Responsibility should be empowering, not crippling.
There are things that everyone knows hippies do. They eat organic, they reuse water bottles, they recycle, they wear their hair long, and they do yoga. Then there are things the hardcore hippies do. They cloth diaper, they drink kombucha, they boycott Amazon and Walmart, and they don’t shave. So what kind of person refuses to use paper for anything but writing and drawing? That is too much for most of even the hardcore hippies. Today I’m going to show you how to switch away from paper products for hygiene. Are you ready?
I have really been an emotional roller coaster these last two weeks. Our new president frightens me so much and I have been alternating between weeping in depression and fear, and getting angry and taking back my power (and therefore being productive around the house). My Facebook feed has turned into a political forum. Gone are the LOLcats and kid pictures. Everything is about our president and his hateful, planet-destroying behaviors. In response I’ve decided to become a revolutionary and (re-)join a riot. Continue reading →
Today I struggled with coming up with a topic for today’s post. I started my day by opening up a bill in excess of $1000 that I was totally not expecting. That put me in a sour mood, so I put off writing. I wanted an authentic gratitude post, not one that felt forced. I went about my day, washing dishes, knitting a Christmas present, supervising kids after school, and then attending E’s and A’s school concert. Eventually, I realized that my inspiration for today was that my son is a very kind-hearted and generous boy. Continue reading →
I am not an activist. I don’t attend rallies, call my congressmen, or stump for causes or candidates. It isn’t that I don’t feel strongly about things. I do. My energy is better directed through other methods, though. I have a family to take care of on a daily basis. My teenagers are passionate about justice, so I think I am doing something right. As much as I would love to pack up and head out west to join the thousands in North Dakota, I can’t. It is my job to raise the next generation instead. Since I can’t go there, I am so glad that there are others who can and do. I am thankful for our water protectors. Continue reading →