Saturday, 17 February 2018

Tuesday, 30 January 2018

Riffing on Carl Jung. And crowbars.

I was listening to my current favourite writer/philosopher being interviewed about his work, and he said, "I try to put a crowbar under every sentence, to see if I can lift it off the page. I don't move on until that sentence is welded down. I do the same with the ideas I'm trying to put forward, searching for flaws or weak spots in my arguments. In effect, like any good scientist, I'm always trying to disprove my own theories."

I'm paraphrasing, since it was weeks ago that I heard that and it would take me forever to find the actual quote. The point is the way that it has stuck with me.

Tuesday, 9 January 2018

Medicine chest - the first 5

Someone was asking me for a list of the herbs I have in my medicine chest .. ho boy.

Seeing as how I've been obsessively collecting and messing about with just about anything that grows in our area for a couple of decades now, there's a lot of stuff in my 'medicine chest'. I've filled the shelves and cupboards of an oversized china cabinet with various sized mason jars, jam jars and tincture bottles and another, the one that officially is supposed to hold the good china, is starting to see more than just my Grandmother's dishes.

To read the rest of this post go here .

Sunday, 7 January 2018

I'm ranting again

And it feels good.

The rant is here and the post before it you may not have seen (10 crazy ideas for better living) is here

See ya there!

Monday, 25 December 2017

Friday, 15 December 2017

Pruning dead wood

(Click to enlarge Paul's pics. It was in the -20's that day, gorgeous!)

The other day I heard someone say that the reason it's so hard to tell people why you love (classical) music is because music picks up where words leave off.

Yep. Exactly.

And so it is with so much of life as I experience it. There is so much that I just can't express
because words can't go there. The things I do in a day, when described, sure don't look like they would create the kind of satisfaction and joy that they do. A stack of clean dishes in the rack. A swept floor. A home made cake. It's not the end results, not the things in themselves, but the doing.

"Mindfulness", they call it.
Must be non GM corn

Okay, except my mind isn't really engaged in those tasks so much as my heart and my hands. More often than not if the mind has anything to say I end up having to shush it, because who needs thoughts about what's going on in the world while making bread? Not me, and not anyone who will eat it. No, it's best to shush the mind and let the hands and heart and the dough be all that there is in that moment. Let the eyes, if they must wander, wander to the window, the tree tops against the sky. Then the mind, if it says anything, just gives thanks.

Tuesday, 12 December 2017