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Apologies to the raccoons
...and many thanks to the Beehive Collective up in Maine for creating this and many other wonderful images. They've taken on a lot of important issues over the years--their latest is mountaintop removal in Appalachia. Stay tuned.
Straying Home
I've started another blog, a chapter-by-chapter, week-by-week serial about the changes I made in my life and what went before. I'm calling it "Straying Home", and when it's all online I'm going to publish it as a book. If you want to watch it in progress you can go to www.strayinghome.wordpress.com
The Invisible Chair
The best seat in our house is definitely The Invisible Chair. Mark invented it a couple of years ago and we've got the prototype in the living room. Most days it's just a chair--we sit on it to use the house computer, we pull it out on the porch when we need an extra place to sit, visiting children have crayoned on it--but on evenings when people sit around playing music, it reveals its other side.....-
..we can choose to live in joy.
"Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world. We cannot cure the world of sorrow, but we can choose to live in joy." Joseph Campbell 1904-1987
All six hens are laying now--brown eggs from the two Barred Rocks and these lovely little blue-green eggs from the Americaunas.
6 Comments
October 11, 2007 at 1:36 am
it’s a shame how much we waste i/o thinking how our excess can help others.
October 11, 2007 at 11:46 am
There was this church I used to join on their excursions to give houseless people stuff they asked for. It was eye opening. They went around and after years had gained the trust of many of the cities houseless and of the people who where truly homeless and looking for help. Every thurday they drove around and gave out food that was often left behind from church events, but then would ask then waht they want and would fufill anyrequest they could for food, books, and clothing.
Evnetually we found earl. He was the most truly houseless but not homeless man i had ever met. He had a whole enclave in the bushes on the side of highway. he had a solar panel/battery combo that gave him either 1 hour of tv, 4 hours of radio, or up to 6 hours of light a day. He had “couches” and “tables” made of discarded car seats and parts. Even little “storage units” made from old truck tops. the book we where dropping off for him was “the elegant universe” a book on string theory, and bill clintons biography. He had recently started building a computer when he found out some of the homes near the highway had unlocked wifi – but no news on if he had gotten it to work.
just thought i’d share
October 12, 2007 at 10:51 am
Hey Liz-
You should come to the food not bombs gathering in Nashville this March. All us nashville fnb folks would love to meet you.
-nate
natethewriter at gmail dot com
October 15, 2007 at 1:16 am
The only time I’ve seen frozen food in a dumpster is when it’s been unhealthy ice cream. Loads and loads of it. I don’t know if you’ve ever heard the excuse “I’m looking for boxes”. It’s kind of disappointing when all I do find are boxes!
October 15, 2007 at 2:36 am
I’m a “nice” middle-aged woman living in a “nice” neighborhood in a “nice” house. But on the neighborhood’s weekly trash day I troll the curbs for freebies. It’s ridiculous what people toss and, as you said on an earlier comment thread, you never know what kind of excitement a nice middle-aged mom might be up for.
October 17, 2007 at 12:13 am
When I was ten I found a copy of Hunter S. Thompson’s “Hell’s Angels” on a neighbor’s trash heap. Pretty mindblowing at that age, I’ll tell you what. Since then I’ve found all sorts of great books, furniture, clothes, electronic equipment and other stuff on the side of the curb. In fact, I’ve furnished entire apartments from stuff I’ve gotten that way.