5.12.09

Sustainability and Your Consumer Votes


I am nearly finished reading The Omnivore's Dilemma and it is magnificent! Seriously... it should be required reading for ALL Americans!

I find it incredibly fascinating that people read it and then become either vegetarian or vegan! Wait... not fascinating... ummm... CRAZY! I am even more convinced now that eating a local, sustainable diet which includes animal protein is not only healthy for us... but healthy for the earth... that it is an integral part of the chain of life, the biodiversity of our planet, and our connection to it all.

Here is an excerpt I particularly love:

"The farmer would point out to the vegan that even she has a "serious clash of interests" with other animals. The grain that the vegan eats is harvested with a combine that shreds field mice, while the farmer's tractor wheel crushes woodchucks in their burrows and his pesticides drop songbirds from the sky; after harvest whatever animals that would eat our crops we exterminate. Killing animals is probably unavoidable no matter what we choose to eat. If America was suddenly to adopt a strictly vegetarian diet, it isn't at all clear that the total number of animals killed each year would necessarily decline, since to feed everyone animal pasture and rangeland would have to give way to more intensively cultivated crops. If our goal is to kill as few animals as possible people should probably try to eat the largest possible animal that can live on the least cultivated land: grass-finished steaks for everyone.

"The vegan utopia would also condemn people in many parts of the country to importing all their food from distant places. In New England, for example, the hilliness of the land and rockiness of the soil has dictated an agriculture based on grass and animals since the time of the Puritans. Indeed, the New England landscape, with its rolling patchwork of forest and fields outlined by fieldstone walls, is in some sense a creation of the domestic animals that have lived there (and so in turn of their eaters). The world is full of places where the best, if not the only, way to obtain food from the land is by grazing (and hunting) animals one it--especially ruminants, which alone can transform grass into protein.

"To give up eating animals is to give up on these places as human habitat, unless of course we are willing to make complete our dependence on a highly industrialized national food chain. That food chain would be in turn even more dependent than it already is on fossil fuels and chemical fertilizer, since food would need to travel even farther and fertility--in the form of manure--would be in short supply. Indeed, it is doubtful you can build a genuinely sustainable agriculture without animals to cycle nutrients and support local food production. If our concern is for the health of nature--rather than, say, the internal consistency of our moral code or the condition of our souls--then eating animals may sometimes be the most ethical thing to do."


These few paragraphs very nearly sums up my own eating philosophy. Just think of all the places we live... all 7 billion of us... from Michigan to Peru, from Alaska to Australia. There is no way a vegan or even vegetarian diet could feed us AND the earth. There is not a single vegan in Boulder who can say they eat a sustainable diet... for what locally raised vegetable protein is there to be had in the mountains in December? I'll tell you. None.

The only family members I have who could potentially live as vegetarians and still be healthy... are my mom and brother in Kentucky... and only if they did a lot of canning and freezing for the winter. None of the San people of Botswana could survive. None of the Mongolians. None of the Inuits. None of the Aborigines. None of the New Yorkers.

While it is true that most of us should eat far LESS meat, it is also true that we can in good conscience eat locally and ethically raised animals... and SHOULD.

Every purchase we make is a vote. I swear, I'm going to tattoo that on myself somewhere visible to my own eyes! EVERY PURCHASE we make is a VOTE... for a product, for how it was made, for the corporation that made it, and for all the practices of that corporation.

When you buy Nestle products, you are voting for the 4.6 million acre/year burning of the Paradise Rain Forest in Indonesia, Malaysia and Borneo... and the death of endangered animals like the orangutan, Sumatran tiger and bird of paradise. When you buy an HP, Del, or Acer computer or any Nintendo, Fujistu or Microsoft product, you are voting for mercury and PVC poisoning in Third and Second World countries. When you buy Atlantic cod, salmon, sea scallops or halibut, albacore tuna, Chilean sea bass, orange roughy or grouper... you are voting for over-fishing and destruction of vast swaths of our oceans and the ecosystems of COUNTLESS other species. When you buy sushi in St. Louis, MO and/or ripe tomatoes in Toronto in November, you are voting for dependence on fossil fuels. When you buy a veggie sub from Subway, you are voting for Genetically Engineered foods.

Yes, it is HARD to be a mindful consumer! It's also expensive! Our society isn't currently set up to accommodate sustainability. That is precisely why your consumer votes are more important now than ever! Gross changes need to be made... and it is our consumer power that will make them!

Compromises inevitably need to be made, of course. We can vote for Chipotle because 35% of their meats are grass fed/free range and because none of their meats have growth hormones or antibiotics. But aren't we also voting for the 65% of their meat that is not ethically/locally raised?

And what about budget and convenience? If I can afford to spend $8 on a meal, should I drive an extra 5 miles in my fossil fuel dependent car to buy a small, locally grown salad at Watercourse, or should I walk across the street to Safeway to buy an apple from Washington and a hunk of cheese from Boulder?

We're so far from being able to be 100% sustainable that it can sometimes feel overwhelming... but the more demand we make for local, ethically raised foods... the more they will become available to us... and the cheaper they will ultimately become. It's simple supply and demand. So WHY are so few people demanding sustainable foods?

We've managed to remove ourselves from the land on which we depend. How many Americans know where their food was grown or how it was raised? How many people know what a CAFO is? How many understand the link between Monsanto seeds and Agent Orange? We are uneducated... and purposefully so... not only because ignorance is (temporarily) bliss, but also because the government is so utterly planted in the back pockets of the very companies who wish to hide their practices.

While reading The Omnivore's Dilemma, I've simultaneously been reading Climate Cover-Up. The fleecing of America is not a myth... we have been fleeced... and how! Because of "fair and balanced" media coverage, Americans are fooled into believe that 50% of scientists believe in climate change and 50% don't. They don't see that the topic isn't truly up for debate because the fossil fuel companies pay millions of dollars to make sure of it... their think tanks release fictitious documents into the media... which then gives it equal air time in the name of "fair and balanced." In fact... if the media coverage of climate change and pollution were "fair and balanced," then 99.9% of all legitimate climate scientists would receive 99.9% of media coverage!

In an effort to uncover the truth about global warming, a survey of legit scientific publications was taken between 2003 and 2006. Over 900 publications were found and every one of them indicated that global warming is REAL and that it is caused by humans... NOT by the earth's natural cycles. There were NO legit scientific publications anywhere in the world which suggested otherwise. NONE!

Whatever you see in the media or online about the "myth" off climate change will have been written by someone who is NOT a climate scientist. In fact, the majority are written by the think tanks of huge fossil fuel companies and those corporations most dependent upon them.

Here is an excerpt from the book:

"Starting in the early 1990s, three large American industry groups set to work on strategies to cast doubt on the science of climate change. Even though the oil industry’s own scientists had declared, as early as 1995, that human-induced climate change was undeniable, the American Petroleum Institute, the Western Fuels Association (a coal-fired electrical industry consortium) and a Philip Morris-sponsored anti-science group called TASSC all drafted and promoted campaigns of climate change disinformation.

"The success of those plans is self-evident. A Yale/George Mason University poll taken late in 2008 showed that — 20 years after President George H.W. Bush promised to beat the greenhouse effect with the “White House effect” — a clear majority of Americans still say they either doubt the science of climate change or they just don’t know. Climate Cover-Up explains why they don’t know. Tracking the global warming denial movement from its inception, public relations advisor James Hoggan (working with journalist Richard Littlemore), reveals the details of those early plans and then tracks their execution, naming names and exposing tactics in what has become a full-blown attack on the integrity of the public conversation.

"Leveraging four years of original research conducted through (Hoggan’s) website, DeSmogBlog.com, (Hoggan and Littlemore) documented the participation of lapsed scientists and ExxonMobil-funded think tanks. Then they analyzed and explained how mainstream media stood by — or in some cases colluded — while deniers turned a clear issue of science (and an issue for public safety) into a partisan argument that no one could win."

And yet... so few Americans will ever read this book or pick up a legitimate scientific journal to find out for themselves! They will continue to watch Fox News and listen to their favored politicians, keeping the wool pulled tightly over their eyes.

It's so hard not to despair... not to just throw my hands up in the air and go hide in a cave somewhere until the end of the world. I'm so tired of holding up my shield against the "it's too late's" and the "I can't make a difference's." It is particularly difficult to keep my chin up when some of my own colleagues are undermining the integrity of an organization hell bent on making a difference! But...

There is a line I keep saying over and over again lately...

I will go down fighting!


13.11.09

Down, Down, Down

My car was broken into and my laptop and camera were stolen. I'm too tired to be angry... And so annoyed with myself for both leaving them in the car and for being so attached to them as to care.


I'm a snail.

Life is not fair, of course. I just wish it were a little less cruel. Seeing bad people succeed...

Perhaps the mountains will be gracious enough to swollow me tomorrow.

7.10.09

Forcing The Square Peg




I don't know what is going on in my chart/stars right now... but it's clearly something wacky. Things keep being dangled before my eyes... and then quickly snatched away. What is the lesson in this? I have no idea. If only I had my very own (read: free) astrologer/counselor/mentor/life planner. If only.



Can I just go to bed and start all over again tomorrow?

Yes, I suppose I can.

19.9.09

Wednesday's Wonders


Annette : Gloria


The last greens of summer?

7.9.09

Monkey Fist



I went hiking with Stacy this weekend. It's the first time we've adventured together since February and the first time we've hiked (rather than snow shoed) since October. Amazingly, out of shape as I've become, I hiked just under 11 miles and 2,000 vertical feet... and Stacy is newly impressed with my stamina and general hiking buddy abilities.

Oh, had I missed being in the mountains! It was such a glorious day with such stunning views! I love the Indian Peaks Wildnerness so very deeply! And Navajo Peak has long been one of my favorites!

We didn't end up summiting, unfortunately. The rain came in swiftly, bringing thunder with it. We were on scree when it arrived and, being responsible hikers... we turned around. By the time we were back off the boulder field, though, the rain stopped and we had run out of time to head back up toward the same goal.

Instead, we got back on the Isabelle Glacier trail. It was amazing! The trail itself was incredibly challenging, particularly considering the state of my physical body. Steep, steep, steep! Not scree and scrambling, but still... switch backs like no one's business. (Most of those 2,000 vertical feet were in the last 1.5 miles of the hike!) Up, up, up! What I LOVE about trails like this is that you can't really see your goal. You have no real idea what is waiting at the top.

Well, here is was awaited us:


It wasn't just a glacier... it was a circ full of amazlingly aquamarine-blue water and rosy snow! I can't describe it and the photos do it no justice whatsoever! It was overwhelmingly beautiful and awesome! Just to give you some perspective... see that dark spot in the very center of the photo? Were I standing on it, my head would barely reach the shadow just above it. Make sense? It's HUGE.

You know... I just got really sneezy and I need to get home to get my WishGarden Allergy Rescue before all of the patrons of Stella's shoe me out!

Sorry.

I'll be back soon... -ish.


4.9.09

Wednesday's Wonders


Annette : Gloria


Autumn Cometh

21.8.09

Trippin'


We pitched our tent and then realized we could move it closer to the river. Four girls each grab a corner and tote the shelter to a flat spot nearer to the sweet sounds of water tumbling over rocks.

Non-profit accommodations are the best accommodations.


16.8.09

Blue Sunday


I worked a long day yesterday... until 10pm. In the middle of my day I received word that a beautiful little girl, one that always epitomized the awesomeness of children for me, passed away early this past spring from a sudden infection. 48 hours between diagnosis and death. I can think of nothing more tragic... nor more insistent in its reminder to us all that life is SO precious and we truly should not waste a moment.

Something shifted for me in that moment... immediately upon reading the email... a new urgency in what I'm doing on this planet. Within 30 minutes... I had signed up two new members for Greenpeace.

I'm not trying to say that Emmy's passing and global warming are directly related. No. What I'm saying is that the connections between us all... the web of life... the flow of life through every single thing...

Life is fragile. The earth is fragile. We are fragile.

We need to take care of and appreciate each other AND the world. Nothing could be more fundamental.

After a truly rough day in Boulder on Friday, I felt pretty deflated and cynical. People can be so... trying. But when an amazing little girl like Emmy suddenly disappears... it gives you a new set of eyes. Emmy is in all of us... whether we feel we've lost that or not.

The woman who flipped me off yesterday after I asked her to help me save polar bears... Maybe she just lost her Emmy, too. How could I possibly know? Why did I cry out of my own self pity when I could have simply remembered that this woman could be in pain and that I was merely a convenient target?

Of course, in my typical fashion, I have swung the pendulum a bit too far today. I'm melancholy... mourning the pain of everyone... sad for the 99% of people I encounter each day who seem angry/upset/frustrated/whatever. I allowed myself to become blue... and now I'm attempting to dig myself back out.

Balance.

13.8.09

Sweetly Sick


So, the 'Lil Glo is sick. It's been coming on for weeks now... allergies, to sinus infection, to this full-blown poopiness. I was forced to take a day off work (and accept a Saturday shift to boot). The fitting thing, though, is that my insurance cards came in the mail today! Oh, how the Universe conspires!

Of course, me being me, I still felt I had to do SOMETHING productive and ended up cleaning the whole house, pulling weeds from the back patio, giving Talula a bath, and driving to Stella's to edit several photos I took early yesterday for Wednesday's Wonders (see previous post)... and now I'm even more exhausted than I was before. I can be quite stupid.

Alas, I have vowed to spend the remains of the day in sweet repose. I'll swing by Blockbuster on the way home to pick up a documentary of some kind and put together an easy dinner before settling in completely. (Organic chicken khorma is the plan... as I've already done all of the food prep.)

Time to take care of me.

Wednesday's Wonders


Annette :: Gloria


6.8.09

Wednesday's Wonders


Annette : Gloria



Work has kept me SO busy that I've had absolutely no time to photograph anything save my odd little dinner at 9:30pm. Alas... Mr. Moth and I shared a sort of mission.

1.8.09

Dreamscape





I dream a lot... and remember at least one dream per night. That my dreams seem right of the pages of Alice Through The Looking Glass is nothing new. Last night's adventures, however, were something completely unlike anything else.

The first dream of the three I can recall involved preparations for Thanksgiving dinner at my Great Grandma Price's... but we couldn't find her and Grandma Price was getting impatient. I ended up hiding in the bathroom until Grandpa would come to smooth things over. The interior of her house was painted this bright turquoise/sea foam green... the only clear difference between reality and the dream. It was a brief dream... but strange because we never had a single holiday meal at her house. Birthdays very occasionally... but never a major holiday. Those belonged to Grandma Price.

The second dream took place at an indoor pool. It was kind of dark and the water was a little murky, but I decided to swim anyway. Tom was there, but much older... a grumpy old man waving around a rubber gun while standing at the edge of the pool. It wasn't even a black gun... but one the color of Silly Putty. Amy was there, too, and the most reluctant of the group to get in the water. Tom assured us the bugs at the bottom were harmless though they looked like overgrown, stinger-less scorpions. One of the scorpions turned into a long haired Mexican woman. As she swam to the surface a band of Mexican illegals busted in through french doors at the shallow end of the pool to grab her. It was at this point that I realized I was dating a man named either "Sugar" or "Cube," but I couldn't really see him... only a tall, dark shadow. (Not dark in the emotional sense... but in his coloring.)

The third dream might actually have been a continuation of the second, though I did wake up between them when Talula pushed to get under the covers. Sugar (or Cube... I still can't remember which it was) took me to a concert... though I still couldn't really make out his face. He seemed close in age and handsome, but... that was just a sense I had. We entered a huge auditorium... it may even have been a high school gym... and sat on some bar stools right by the entrance... even though there was one huge set of bleachers facing the stage and another across from our stools.

The stage was huge, too... and there was Alison warming up on marimba surrounded by many other musicians. I thought at first that Stacy Jones was there, but thankfully it wasn't her. Carolyn Stuart was there but as a vocalist instead of violinist. There was a second marimba player, guitar and bass players, vibe and drum set players and several singers. Alison noticed me and gave me a warm wave.

There was a sort of tree hanging from the ceiling... or branches, rather... as if we were up in a giant tree house. Pink and green princess crowns hung from those branches... the green ones said "Mountain" and the pink ones said "Mama." They glittered and had faux pearls at their tips.

The concert began and it was very odd... folksy and international... I can't describe it... just kind of over-blown and cheesy... like something you'd hear in a beer tent but with a lot of world music mixed in. We were asked to get up and dance in pairs, but Sugar had disappeared... instead, my Grandma was there (yes, again) dancing with an older gentleman. I teased her that he was her boyfriend, but she said they were just old friends. She decided to dance with me instead. We did the polka... and I was amazed at her strength and energy. She seemed so tall.

(I also remember thinking at one point that Alison was so beautiful... curvy, thin and taller than she is in RL. Another strange detail is that Carolyn kept singing out of key and that Catherine Heigel was singing really bad harmonies.)

When the dancing was over, I was alone on the floor in front of stage left. Wet gold glitter coated the floor. The MC asked me if I was a Greenpeace member. I said, "No, I work for Greenpeace. How did you know?" I looked down and saw that I was wearing a GP shirt. I felt embarrassed and kind of crawled back to my stool in front of all of those people. A Hispanic guy had taken Sugar's stool. I sat down as Carolyn S. explained to us the significance of the green and pink crowns. This was a benefit concert... something about mountains reproducing... I can't remember. I just remember that I thought it was weird even in the dream.

Alison walked down from the stage and showed me a planner... and my name was written in it along with four other names which were crossed out... she crossed mine out and said that I was the final sign of some prophesy about Greenpeace. Everyone kind of went into this hushed awe... murmuring... Then this "dirty" female cop busted in through the back entrance and Carolyn S. beat her down and hand cuffed her. The Hispanic guy grabbed me and started to drag me out the back door... saying I was his and that he'd killed Sugar. But Carolyn brought Sugar in ahead of us... he was hurt, badly bruised and bleeding, but not dead.

Weirdness. So much of my Grandma Price in these dreams, which isn't new but... When she appears, she usually has something important to tell me. She barely said a word to me in these dreams.

I did wake up with a feeling that I've safely tucked Tom into the Friendship column and smiled when I realized it.

I feel like Sugar was a symbol of some sweet man to come... and also that he was a sort of guardian angel who was attempting to lead me where I needed to be to fulfill something important.

There was a lot of blending of old and new... Alison representing so many things... academia and past crushes... Grandma Grump and Amy representing childhood... Tom and his rubber gun representing how he never really had any power... Pink and green, both newness in color...
I don't get the parts of Hispanic bad guys. WTH? "Bad guys" in my dreams have always been ogre-ish white men with beards. Always.


These dreams have stayed with me all morning and keep pinching. I just don't know what the major message is here. Maybe you can see what I don't?!

26.7.09

Cutting Cords


I spent a very sweet Sunday morning in the garden after a deeply challenging Saturday. My garden heals. It never fails. The blooms, fruits, birds, bees and herbs produce such a balm... Little else compares.

My dear Ana, a healer herself, lovingly performed a cord cutting ceremony for me last night after I placed a call of desperation. Letting go of an unhealthy connection to someone is wise (an overdue)... but painful in a way I cannot accurately describe.

"Talk about him. Bring the feelings to the surface," she said... but the feelings of pain, loss, rejection and failure were already spilling over. I'm a Cancer. I cry relatively frequently. But this was overwhelming even to me... I could barely breathe as the tears rushed out from behind my eyes. "I am going to begin with your third eye," Ana went on in her warm, soothing voice. "Okay," I croaked.

She went on to my throat, heart, solar plexus, root... feet. That's when I really felt it. As she moved, I suddenly felt as if I was standing in a pool of salty tears. My feet felt wet... but glued solidly to the ground... as if I were weighed down by many lifetimes of sorrow which had begun to melt around my toes. Just as suddenly, I felt untethered. I began to rock and sway... and my feet, as well as the tears, dried. I was cut free. Together, our intentions had successfully released me from at least some those ropes to which I've clung far too long. "This doesn't completely separate you from the other person. It just gives you a clean slate."

No, I don't feel as though the letting go process is over. In fact, my dreams were filled with my hearts rebellion against the ritual and I awoke with a new ache. Still, I do feel changed and am more confident in my ability to move forward.

I told him that I would not be contacting him "for a while." I'm not sure what that will turn out to be, but I have at least promised myself a week. He is loving and will respect my healing process. In our conversation yesterday morning, he made it very clear to me that all he has ever wanted was to cherish our friendship, to keep from hurting me, and to respect my feelings even if he didn't mirror them. (Of course, in his efforts to shield me from hurt, he helped me to create more... but that is human nature... and I place no blame. Blame is a worthless endeavor anyway.) Though I was pressing him, challenging him to be mean to me, to "cut to the heart and hurt me enough so that I can let go," he said only gentle things, trying as he might to make me feel better. "But none of this is really about me, is it?"

Ah. He CAN be insightful. And though I lashed out at one point, he remained present and I could hear true love in his voice. "I WANT your FRIENDSHIP," he said with a certain sense of grief... or fear... or both. That's when I finally woke up... and when those tears started bursting out with a force I've never before experienced.

And so, I'm cut... and will try to find some solid ground as, right now, I feel myself blowing around in the wind.

Of course I would spend this morning in my garden... my little piece of ground. She's a healer... and whispered to me so many insightful, beautiful things today.



I just ran into my friend Rob here at Stella's and he asked me about my new job with Greenpeace. "I'm so proud of you," he said. What a sweet, lovely thing to say! Melanie, too, has been so supportive and has expressed her pride. Oh, how I need those affirmations! While I struggle with feelings of defeat and failure in my love life, I am being built up in other ways. This job is another bit of ground on which to land.

People have said that one negative, cutting remark can ink out a hundred positive, reaffirming remarks. I am finding this to be completely untrue, at least where my new career is concerned. Literally hundreds of people try to bring me down each week... "You look like you need to find a real job," one grumpy, sad little man said to me last Tuesday... But just a handful of supportive comments from a few have successfully kept me buoyed. Thank goodness. It would be a much tougher job otherwise! It isn't easy to share controversial opinions with strangers!



A little tenderness goes a long, long way. Ana shared so much of hers with me last night and I am deeply grateful. I attempted to be tender to myself as well... easing myself into a tub filled with steamy lavender water and then allowing myself to sleep the clock around before heading out to the back yard.

The tenderness of my garden is unparalleled. The delicate tendrils of my morning glory vines seem to have wrapped themselves around my heart, holding the pieces together while the softness of leaves and blooms brushed away the hardened bits.

Melanie called just as I was cleaning up from my play. "How are you doing today?... (He) was a growing experience, Rabbit. Better things are waiting for you. ...Maybe God wants you to concentrate on Greenpeace." Maybe He does. It's a wonderful thought at the very least. Perhaps if I continued to hold onto this old longing... I would not have been open or available enough to succeed the way I know I can in this new job.



Or perhaps I needed to be broken completely open in order to be more compassionate toward those who would rather sling hurtful barbs at me than admit they are unwilling to hear something inconvenient... something which might require them to change.

Change can be so horribly difficult.

In order to be truly successful at helping to end the destruction we are imposing on the earth, I'm going to have to be tender and sweet myself... no matter how much resistance I face, no matter how rude or cutting people become. After all, I'm surviving THIS... this cutting of the cords... this letting go and moving forward.



All photos copyright 2009 - Gloria D. Price

25.7.09

Greenpeacery




I was named "Best Damned Greenpeacer" last week and was mentioned in the NATIONAL newsletter for having signed up 7 members in my first TWO days on the street. I finished the week with one of the highest sign-up's/stops ratios in the country. My boss's boss is flying in from D.C. Monday to do some city coordinator interviews and also wants to sit down and talk with me. HIS boss is going to be out on the street to watch my team leader at work... and I happen to be working with them, too. (Thanks, Candace.) It's big doin's for little Glo.

I want the following to happen: Ayla, my team leader, will be promoted to city director and I will then be appointed team leader in her place.

As long as I am able to continue to kick some canvassing ass, which seems likely as I only get better at this with each day, I should be in a good position. I need to do a stellar job on Monday and get a slew of sign-up's. (If anyone wants to become a member of GP, please call me that day and I'll get you started!)

It gives me a lot of focus and I certainly need that right now... as I am cutting the cord with a certain someone who as occupied so much of my time and energy these last couple of years. I don't intend to hide my pain with work, of course... still, it is easier to heal when your mind is busy with something else.

So, today I am sitting at Stella's learning a new pitch or two. I've been working soully on the Kimberly-Clark campaign and need to get started on Global Warming... and perhaps over fishing since sustainable eating is such a passion of mine. (I'll have to ask Candace about the latter though... since I haven't heard of anyone in Denver pitching that campaign and don't know how successful it would be.)

Global warming is such a touchy subject for people, though. I really have had it easy with Kimberly-Clark and deforestation. Few people argue with the fact that we need trees and shouldn't cut them down without replanting. MANY people feel global warming is a load of crap. So, I have to really build up an arsenol of power fact that avoid teh words "global warming" and instead focus on pollution, polar bears and other endangered species, melting polar ice, etc. ...things that can't be denied or written off as "liberal agenda."

The difficulty is in getting straight facts. So many of my colleagues use different numbers. Ayla says "America is 6% of the population but puts out 30% of the CO2." Chris says, "We are 5% of the population but create 30% of the pollution." We were taught in training that we are 5% of the population and put out 25% of the earth's pollution. Which is correct? And is it CO2 or total pollution? And how is that measured? I want to arm myself with the FACTS. I have to be 100% behind them in order to convey strength and conviction. I need to use strong language and build my rejection cycle ammo.

So, I'm researching...

Wish me luck.

24.7.09

Wednesday's Wonders


Annette : Gloria



Our second installment... which fills me with much, much joy!

17.7.09

Wednesday's Wonders


Annette ~ Glo


Inspiration was given to collaborate with my fellow life lovers and photo takers... to create a set of images each day... mine and yours... to urge us ever toward opening up our field of vision and capturing a moment of beauty...

Wednesday's are wonderful... because they are smack dab in the middle of our weeks... a time when it is all too easy for us to forget to keep our eyes open... a time when we so frequently are mired down in the mundane tasks of work and household duties... a time when many of us are just trying push over that "hump" and start the downward slope to our weekends.

I'm so grateful that Annette is willing to conspire with me on this day! And I am hoping to find other willing co-conspirators to capture the magical, delightful moments of every other day of the week.

Who's got Tuesdays?

13.7.09



I was supposed to start at GP today...

I was a bundle of nerves all night, all morning...

...only to find my boss couldn't make it in today due to a family emergency. I was sent home.

It's okay. This flower, the first of my morning glories to bloom, told me a little secret this morning:

"Alice, you are alone in this rabbit hole."


8.7.09

Running In Circles




So this week's Flickr group photo assignment was "Circles," and where better to find them than the grocery store?! So many whole foods are round... or round-ish... from tomatoes, to melons, to brussle sprouts! I also wanted to combine my photo challenge with my self-imposed eating/shopping challenge, so... Safeway provided inspiration on both counts.



I am having a difficult time eating all of the produce I buy before it goes bad. Having a family would be great, but 'tis just me. I bought one of these cabbages, but how on earth will I eat the whole thing without being a gassy mess? I could make a soup and freeze some of it, I suppose, but the challenge there is freezer space. Stacy's freezer is already crammed full of her frozen meals, tons of Tom's venison sausage, and my few frozen piddlings. I also have no appropriate containers (nor the money to purchase them). So? Hmmm... it would have been good to think of this ahead of time.

I suppose I am still in the begining stages and should cut myself a break. At least I've started composting (don't tell Stacy!) and nothing technically goes to waste. Still... half a rotting cabbage seems like a little death to me.

I need to focus more on meal planning... figuring out which local foods are available BEFORE going to the store, creating a rough sketch for a week of meals, and THEN heading to the store. In other words, I need to be ever MORE mindful. This certainly takes practice.

The good news, though, is that I'll soon be able to afford canning and freezing containers! Why? BECAUSE I GOT A JOB!!! That's right! After 9 months of unemployment (I'm not counting the insurance gig because I actually LOST money there), I have finally obtained full-time employment.

And not just ANY employment! I am now working for GREENPEACE! I start Monday morning. I've been assured that there is much advancement potential. A recent hire was promoted after just 3 WEEKS! AND after 90 days, I get full medical and dental benefits... FREE! No co-pays! No contributions (other than a few dollars/mo. for dental)! It's amazing!

I'm uber excited! I finally have a job that will support the earth... make positive changes... help countless people! It's perfect! ...and I can't wait to get started!

(My wallet can't wait either!)


26.6.09

Looking Up...

Today is the first day of my 36th year.



Life sure sneaks up on you. With every birthday, time seems to move its metronome up a few ticks... exponetially. Each of my anniversaries sends me further into spirals of doubt, fear, angst... and the realization that I don't spend enough of my time in the NOW.


Erin's photo assigment this week was "Look Up." I thought about this in two different ways:



What first came to mind was a lyric from Ani DiFranco. "When I look down, I miss all the good stuff. When I look up, I just trip over things." When I go hiking, I often recall this quote... and remind myself that tripping a little is better than missing all of the beauty around me. I also remember something Deepak Chopra said about trying to look out to the horizon... keeping our focus wide... and how that would utlimately help us to live in the present moment.


How often am I driving, walking, living... in this sort of tunnel vision? I no longer watch television largely because it freaks me out how easily I slip into the landscapes someone else has created... how readily my focus is sucked away. (If I get too emotional/scared/anxious during a movie, I remind myself to just look away from the screen for a moment... look up to the ceiling and remember that I'm just in a regular sort of place.)


While Look Up became another reminder to get outside of that laser beam sort of seeing, it also reminded me to... be smaller... to look at little things as if they are the biggest things in the universe... to get down on my hands and knees or lie on my back... and look up at the trees, the flowers, the grass... like a little child... like a squirrel or a snail.

Cats become mountains.
Weeds become jungles.
Flowers become skyscrapers.

And seconds become days.


Today is my 35th birthday, and it is my intention to do more looking up. Time moves too quickly if we stop paying attention... and I don't want to miss any more of the good stuff!

23.6.09

Protein

I have come to a new place in my eating/consuming mini-revolution.

I met up with a friend for drinks yesterday and told him of my recent attempts at eating sustainably and returning to vegetarianism. In speaking aloud, I found myself going in two directions at once... because that's precisely what I've been trying to do!

I live in Colorado. That's a big problem for a vegetarian who is going to eat only locally produced foods. We have a relatively short growing season... and a dry one at that. We also have no ocean, in case you are geographically challenged. So... protein? Where is a vegetarian going to get enough locally produced protein to be healthy?

I'll tell you... they won't.


So far, I have been eating fish from the freezer and from cans because I happened to have already purchased them and don't believe in waste. (Perhaps it is also important to share that I don't eat fresh water fish. I can't get it past my gag reflex. I've tried for 30+ years and no amount of "masking" fishy fish seems to work.) But what happens when the pre-purchased fish runs out?

Eating only locally raised protein means I'm going to have to make some further adjustments. One can only eat so many eggs!

No more vegetarianism. It was short lived, I know, but it just doesn't make a lot of sense. It seems just as healthy all around to eat a little Colorado ostrich, chicken, and bison to supplement my diet... as long as they are free grazers. They are all lean, right? It's not McDonald's, that's for sure.

The saddest thing to me about this change of plans is that... well, I love seafood! It somehow failed to dawn on me that I won't be eating it unless I happen to be in California or Rhode Island visiting friends... (or unless some wonderful host decides to serve it while I'm at their table). I don't miss much in terms of food... but I will miss that. Sushi?! Ugh. Out of the question.

Thank goodness Melanie is taking me out for Sushi and Karaoke for my birthday Friday night in Laguna Beach! Moderation? It will be tossed out the window that night, I'm afraid.

If you haven't yet read Kingsolver's Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, I strongly recommend you check it out at your local library. You can listen to it on CD in your car as well, if you don't have extra time to read. Sure, there are a lot of texts available on the topic of sustainable eating, but Kingsolver has a way of making it enjoyable.

18.6.09

Food Riot

World's Best Tuna Salad - By Yours Truly

Best Tuna Salad on the Planet:

1 can chunk light tuna in spring water, drained

½ apple, diced (granny smith or another tart variety is best)

1-2 tbs. chopped onion

1 tbs. chopped cilantro

2 tbs. chopped pecans

Juice of ½ lime

Salt, black pepper, red pepper flakes to taste

Mix in a bowl and serve with crackers or toast.

Serves one as meal, two as appetizer.



I am finally back in my beloved Denver and am fully engaged in Phase III of my four phase life plan. Phase III is all about changing habits, particularly my eating habits. First and foremost, I have reclaimed vegetarianism... or, rather, my own form thereof. I am still eating fish and will eat whatever a host sets before me (graciousness is more important than holding to a diet), but I am completely avoiding all other meats in my own home.

This is not because PETA has finally crept into the doorways of my heart. Quite frankly, I am far more concerned about the treatment of my own species, particularly the starving ones. No, I've cut out red meat and poultry for two other reasons: 1) My body simply feels better without them clogging up her intestines and arteries, and 2) all of the corn, soy and other produce that could feed millions of hungry humans is, instead, feeding livestock... guzzling billions of gallons of fossil fuels to do so.

That said, it should be obvious that, if my body tells me it needs animal protein, I may be infrequently supplementing my diet with locally raised, grass fed meats such as Colorado ostrich or bison. I will also buy only locally produced, free range eggs and cheeses. (My first purchase to this order, made last night, was apple wood smoked goat cheese from Boulder! I can't deprive myself of goat cheese!)

To my delight and surprise, Safeway now has clearly marked their locally grown produce and other products! Imagine how thrilled I was to walk into the store and immediately find Colorado cantaloupe?! In fact, there were so many Colorado-grown cold vegetables, spring fruits and baby herbs and lettuces, I had to start pulling things back out of my cart! Thank you, Safeway, for making this life change so much easier!

For less than $70, I was able to buy strawberries, melon, potatoes, tomatoes, two kinds of lettuce, asparagus, radishes, cucumbers, pine nuts, eggs, bread (locally made, but unfortunately not grown), organic bulk rice, fresh Parmesan, honey, jam, yogurt, butter, ice cream (Boulder again) and, of course, my staple goat cheese! (I also purchased a ginger root, a few organic limes, and several cans of tuna, which pushed my budget up to just over $75. But, hey, for a first try, I'd say 93% isn't bad!)


While in KCMO, my friend Pete Dulin inspired me to start using more ginger, more cilantro... more herbs and spices in general... and less salt, fat, and sugar. This, along with my new diet and local lifestyle, have already planted the seeds of creativity where cooking is concerned. I've only been home 1 1/2 days and already I've created three deeply satisfying meals I might never otherwise have gifted myself.

The first, made quickly Tuesday night after the long drive back from Missouri, was inspired by Pete's own "Asian Tuna Salad" and the herbs that were waiting for me in my own garden. Cilantro was the key! (So were the few items left in my cupboards.) No, apples are not in season... and surely I won't be buying them again until autumn. Still, they were already in my fridge and needed to be consumed. Waste not, want not. The result of my experiment is the recipe I've shared at the top of this post. It was so good, I had to make it again for lunch yesterday!

Last night, I baked a piece of salmon that has been frozen for centuries in Melanie's, then Tom's them my own freezer! Talk about a gas guzzler! Alas, it needed to be eaten, small as it was. I made up a quick salad with a little lime juice and sea salt, toasted some pine nuts and roasted asparagus, and baked the fish with a lime juice, ginger, and cilantro marinade. Holy heck, was it delish! With a little fresh bread and some strawberries, it was a nutritionist's dream meal!

And talk about color!

Erin's photo assignment this week is about colors, and capturing as many of them as possible in a single image. My meals over the last day and a half have provided just those images! My breakfast this morning (shown in the two images in the middle of this post) was a flavor and color riot!

Everything on my plate was locally grown/made except for the ingredients used to bake the bread. The mint and basil came straight from my own amazingly glorious garden, making it taste all the more special and rich.

It's not difficult (or expensive) to eat more mindfully and sustainably. In fact, all of the local farmers' markets open this week, making it even easier to buy fewer gas guzzlers, support our local food producers, and spend less money. Safeway, too, has made things all the less challenging.

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6.6.09

Sweetness and Light


I'm finding it to be true...  the most important, the most beautiful, the most healing things are Sweetness & Light.

Sweetness:  Another word for Compassion.  "Be sweet" is something a friend's grandmother said instead of "good bye."  Be sweet, indeed.  Be kind.  Be thoughtful, mindful, and open.  Be warm, loving, tender, open...  Why would you want to be any other way?  (And would you want anyone else to be any other way?)

Light:  In the metaphysical world, we talk about Light as Love, as God.  Many people close written/typed communication with "Love & Light," or "Sending you Light."  Light is energy, sacred energy, and represents hope, goodness, clarity, warmth, and awakening.  Transcendence.  Light is what leads us out of Darkness, out of fear, anxiety or depression.  Light fills the shadows of our hearts and minds, sweeps away the negative ideas and feelings and makes everything safe again.


Sweetness & Light.  Compassion & God.  What better with which to save ourselves?  


So often, when I'm truly being mindful, I notice that my feelings of sadness or negativity stem from defensiveness...  defense against fears, against things my brain creates...  not against anything real.  "She must hate me."  "He had to have meant that I'm fat."  "Her mom seems angry with me."  "I'm stupid/ugly/worthless/whatever."  It's all crap!  And if I can just stop, listen to myself...  not my brain, but my soul...  and fill the hurting spaces with Sweetness & Light...

Everything is healed.

Sweetness & Light...    strawberries and champagne for the soul!    

So, after taking The Vow, and meditating on what that means to me...  I've decided that every time I get upset, I will ask myself, "What can I do to be sweet to myself?  To someone else?"  I can surround them/myself with Light...  imagine it, feel it...   and give something simple...  a smile, a gentle word, a moment of peace/space, a piece of fruit...  it doesn't matter as long as it
 soothes.

This has already proven incredibly effective.  

And I know it might seem strange to you that I've mentioned doing something sweet for myself...  but it's my brain that needs retaining...  and my soul that deserves compassion.  If I'm angry, if I'm upset or feeling something negative toward another...  it's a defense against a past hurt, a closing down of some sort...  and I need to retrain myself to remember "It's not about me" and "I am worth loving" and...   Sweetness & Light are truly all that matters.  

I need to allow myself the Space to be quiet and let in those two healing elements...  and send them outward as well...   and "reward" myself for remembering what is real.

4.6.09

Numbers.



I was deeply inspired today.  The sun was coming through the office window just right...  and Pam's turquoise and green walls were calling to be painted with still life.



I spent hours in the office...  1.2.3.    I could have stayed much longer, but then, in the front yard, pools of light created stages for new kinds of flowers...  



I am so grateful for Erin's assigments.  I am equally grateful for the lushness of Missouri and her final push toward summer.

I felt beautiful today...  because I was surrounded by so much beauty.

1.6.09

It Starts With A Color - A Photographic Treasure Hunt


One of the loveliest people I've come across started an inspirational Flickr group.  I've been watching the creativity spring from this simple idea for a few weeks now and have finally joined the group myself.

Erin says, "I have been trying to think of ways to inspire those who need it {myself included} to make creativity more of a priority in daily life and to see beauty in the small things. I have come up with this: once per week, I will give any of those who wish to participate, a photographic treasure hunt of sorts. "

(You can read more about it on Erin's blog:  applesforpoppyanne.typepad.com .)

She started with Turquoise, Yellow, White&Green, and now Numbers.  I started "unofficially" with White&Green last week and found inspiration in the dogwood blossoms outside Pam's house:


I will back-track and do Turquoise and Yellow this week along with Numbers.  It's great to have a weekly "assignment."  I certainly need the motivation.  

I feel so far away from myself right now.  Part of it is being away from my beloved Colorado.  More of it is simply not having any space of my own.  Two more weeks...   made far easier to get through thanks to Erin and her idea.  Direction.  Something just for me.  Something totally unrelated to the rest of my task here in KCMO.

So, thanks, Erin!


23.5.09

In KCMO - Camera In Hand



I plan to take some time to photograph, photograph, photograph while I'm in KC with Pam.  Yes, there is a lot of work to do...   but I feel free enough to take time to WORK, too.

Shot a bit while watching Maya the other day.  I'm not a nature photographer, that is certain.  It's time to get back to what I do best.



I'd really love to take the money I earn here and spend it on a good digital SLR.  It's an investment...   and a good one...   with a fabulous micro lens...   and a tripod and cable release...

Oh, the good ol' days with the Nikon F3!  How I miss them!  It's such a shame that I pawned her.  Of course...  she was getting on in years...   and perhaps was even a tad...   dare I say it...   obsolete?!




17.5.09

Still Here



Not that anyone reads this...    and not that I'm being self deprocating...   Still, I've gotten one comment since I started this and then...  I pretty much dropped off the face of this cyber-earth.

But I am still here, believe it or not, and I've still been working...   though not as much as I'd hoped.



Things have been difficult, though, as many of you know.  The love of my life has gone...  and it is tearing me open.  This isn't entiredly bad, though.  I am learning, growing...  I am becoming more my own.



I have been creaing a gorgeous garden in Stacy's back yard.  It has already given me so much!  It is only May, and no fruits will come until the end of June or later...   but the sprouts and herbs and flowers are glorious and I can't get enough time with them.




Talula is happily engaged in much squirrel patrolling, too.  What a joyful little creature she is!  I swear, some days I only get up because she urges me!  That tiny dog has been more than a pet...  more than a companion.  She is an angel...   wiser than any human at times, and at least twice as loving.




I will be heading to KCMO next week...   staying at least two weeks, possibly a full month.  I'm so grateful to have a "job," something on which to focus other than myself and my grief.  As they say, helping others is often the best way to help yourself.

Now, to find someone who will water the garden while I am gone.