“The plain fact is that the planet does not need more successful people. But it does desperately need more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers, and lovers of every kind. It needs people who live well in their places. It needs people of moral courage willing to join the fight to make the world habitable and humane. And these qualities have little to do with success as we have defined it.” -David Orr, Ecologocial Literacy
I was reading another blog and the lady was talking about the pace of life in the 21st century – hectic, overscheduled, checking things off the To Do list. She seemed to be struggling with the fact that either there was something wrong with life’s pace, or there was something wrong with HER because she typically doesn’t live like that.
I think there’s a lot to be said for slowing down and not scheduling your life to the max. Just because we have the technology and opportunities to do a variety of stuff doesn’t mean we need to load up our lives and run from one event to the next. I know someone who was bemoaning the fact that she just didn’t have enough time to attend all the sporting events for her 3 kids because their games overlapped, and when I suggested she and her husband split up to cover them, she said “That’s just not the kind of mother I am.” That statement really stuck with me, because the reality, then, was that she was a very stressed out mother who wasn’t really enjoying the game because she was working her checklist.
Recently our A/C went out and we went a week before we decided how to replace it. During that time, we really became aware of when it got dark (as opposed to what time it was) so we would start opening windows. We would leave the lights off because they generate heat. It was quiet, and life slowed down. I liked it. (Okay, I didn’t like the heat, but I liked the other stuff.)
There’s a lot to be said for slowing down.
When I first started yoga, I could barely prop myself up in “girl pushup” position. Progress!
It’s officially summer, and apparently in yoga-land, they traditionally do 108 sun salutations to celebrate. Huh. That would take about 3 hours. But we did a crapload today at class!
You’d think after several days of not posting, I’d have something a little more thought-provoking than this, but I simply must vent. Women’s public restrooms are nasty! It used to be the one place you could go where at least an attempt was made, but no longer. Tinkle sprinkles abound on the seats and there have been a number of unflushed #2 potties – EEUUWWWW!!! That’s just gross.
I will now try to go find something inspiring to write about. Humph.
R. commented that she had never seen a hummingbird until recently. I hadn’t seen them in person until last year. Here is a picture of the feeder I have. I bought it for $2 at Wal-Mart and those little pigs love it!
You can make your own nectar – 6 cups water, 1 cup sugar, bring to a boil, then keep chilled in the fridge. I just have an old jug I put it in. Cheap and easy entertainment!
And the hits just keep on coming! Rob found us a ‘preparator,’ which is a gizmo that attaches to the front of a skidsteer (Bobcat). What you do is run it over the ground you want cleaned up. The preparator looks like a steamroller with spikes. It tears up about 2-3″ of soil and keeps all the rocks, branches, and other debris inside it, leaving the clean, smooth dirt behind. What you do next is put grass seed and straw down, and hopefully you’ll have grass instead of bare, rocky patches.
Plus I put my hummingbird feeder back up – they actually showed up looking for it! I didn’t know this, but hummingbirds are mean little suckers. They will fight each other over the nectar in the dish and it looks like a WW2 dogfight.