There’s so much knowledge we have access to, with so many things to explore with our minds. We know about such things as the winter solstice and the cycles of the planet and now know why stone age humans picked the location to build Stonehenge. Apparently it’s located slap bang at the end of a natural phenomenon of deep ridges carved out of the bedrock, caused by glaciers, pointing straight towards the winter solstice sunset. It must have got heads scratching and wonder.
We’re no longer from the stone age, we have expanded our species and our knowledge. We need to stop taking from the planet without return. We need compassion, peace and the combination of technology and planet~sense if humanity has a chance in the future. Meat has to come off of the menu for so many reasons. I might stand in the centre of Gors Fawr aged stone at some time during this 2017 winter’s solstice and make a few compassionate wishes for humanity.
Do I have to follow traditions? No I thankfully don’t. Any one of us can pick out ones that make sense or make some new ones of our own. Personally I can see the logic to have the tradition of using up the contents of the larder over the winter and restocking it during harvest. Yet not being a sheep I find it increasingly difficult to follow the crowd and get excited at the prospect of eating the body of a violent death whilst pulling a cracker. Anyways, my son a few years ago, created a lovely new tradition:
I enjoyed the company of my colleagues last night, I danced happy and participated vigorously. Only how can I resolve the food issue? I refer you to my other blog and the post called: Held out hope again, oops! Do I name the establishment? I can’t remember if I named the other one of the previous years. They must know by now that they lost a whole groups valuable annual booking…
A trailer containing hundreds of turkeys overturned today on the M5 motorway, UK. Vegan activists tried to save the survivors and were stopped. One woman lay over one of the turkeys to stop anyone from harming it. This one sentient being from the hundreds involved in this horrific accident was saved. The rest of the turkey survivors were pulled about by their legs and wings whether injured or not. These were sentient beings, sentient beings who had already suffered in such an horrific way, being trapped in plastic crates that were flung violently to the ground. Therefore the behaviour of those picking them up without compassion, to be taken away to their fate, was in my opinion totally disgusting!
Today am I telling you two things I hope you find helpful:
Try not to forget your humble packed lunch, but if you do forget, you can be like many others on this planet and go without that meal. You do not NEED to buy expensive take away. Going without food occasionally won’t kill you, in fact it is scientifically proven it does you good.
Against all the odds, be at peace with yourself and your life. Maybe start to be the one that enjoys washing up for it’s meditative quality, during the “Don’t worry about the financial strain, let’s buy with money we can’t spare, to be like everyone else onMASS!”
‘A helpingword to one in trouble is oftenlike a switch on a railroadtrack … an inchbetweenwreckandsmooth-rollingprosperity’—HenryWardBeecher
Others will ignore advice and that is their business. Others will misunderstand and that is their business. I don’t like this pressure people are putting on themselves this stupid time of year. Don’t buy anything unnecessary. Don’t buy for others, especially things you have no idea what they need. If you have spare cash, look to the family member that might NEED it. All this avarice isn’t necessary, please don’t be pulled into it, because you are all beautiful, kind, loving and loved, sentient beings, so job’s done and no need to give a brass monkey’s ponsey yetta hat!
Over forty years ago, along the north side of our garden, hubby’s family dumped tree trunks and covering them with rough stone filled sod. It now stands around four feet high, with well established trees, shrubs and native plants in it. Some might call it a simple Hugal bank or perhaps Hugelkultur pronounced “Hoo-gul-culture” meaning culture or hill mound. Whatever it’s gonna be called, it’s a valuable barrier from the cold air flowing down from the field above in the north, from water during heavy rainfall leading to soil erosion. The phrase permaculture didn’t arrive until the late 70’s, but this permanent looking ecologically sound hugal bank, is a sure sign of what permaculture stands for, with its carbon sequestration. I’m sure there’s future archaeology to be found in there too, from my hubby’s childhood, his siblings and our children who played on it also. So far I’ve found plenty of plastic toys, parts of clothes pegs, once some WW2 shells and an actual spent out land mine!
It would be a bad idea if you live in the northern hemisphere, to build a hugal bank on the south side of a plot of land, as it would trap the cold air during the winter months.
We all have habits. I have a few great ones, but I wonder what ones aren’t doing any good and how I can dump that limited time wasteful shit. I wonder what new ones I could start. Apparently habits are really powerful, like magical spells that lead us to do the same shit at the ring of a silent bell. I remember Pavlov and his dogs, but seriously, maybe there’s something in this habit forming thing. If I could just harness that power.
Notes to self:
Get out that pretty bangle with the little bells on and create a new improved habit when hearing them jingle.
Get new more powerful silent magical bells to create great new improved habits that create a kinder work.
Start using said bells often.
Maybe some of the habits can include clothes. I might only keep those I can wear comfortably anywhere and stick to wearing them (habitual don’t you think).