Hello all my lovelies. I don't know what the hellfire has gotten into me, but I am as unmotivated as I could be. I'm struggling to get through this leeeeettle bit of work I have to get done at work, which may be due to the fact that not of it is pressing and almost no one is there this week. (Must be nice, faculty!)
Anywho, I have blogged before about Jenna Woginrich's amazing book, Made From Scratch (her blog, Cold Antler Farm, is here) Be warned before reading - I am now obsessed with homesteading. Like, am planning to live as MUCH of my land as possible, whether the Mister likes it or not. Luckily, he is completely on board.
Mister: We are NOT sneaking chickens into our backyard.
Me: You don't love me. *pout*
Mister: No, I don't love getting fined by the city or pissing off our neighbors.
Me: I will only acquiesce if we build another raised bed. And you have to help me get the other rain barrel ready. Do you think we could afford solar panels?
Mister, doing this weird head/eye-rubbing thing and turning a funny color: I need a drink. Did you just use the word acquiesce? Do you even know how to spell that?
Me: Yes. (Thank you Dictionary.com)
So YAY on marital harmony and mutual goals.
One of the amazing points that Jenna makes in her book is integrating re-purposing and re-using into your daily life. Whenever she needs a new appliance, or furniture or whatever, she heads to a secondhand store. It struck me as so simple because, duh - #1 it's cheaper, and #2 it's completely green. With that in mind, I've been stalking our local Goodwill more than I usually do, since I need some updated kitchen stuff. I am coveting a cast-iron skillet, as well as some big earthenware crocks for storing sauerkraut in, since I have planted a lot of cabbage this year. I wandered into the book section the other day and spotted a paperback copy of the first Harry Potter book for $1, and hardcover copies of both Cider House Rules and Gap Creek, two of my all-time favorite books, for 50 cents each.
I was psyched and all but as I left and stomped back to campus the obsessive homesteader voice in my head started up.
"But if I had chickens I'd have my own eggs, and they could eat the bugs out of the garden, and we could have meat hens so we could have our own fresh chicken, and it would be so fun oh I want them I want them I WANT THEMMM!"
When I looked up and saw this:
So clearly the Universe is telling me to chill the fuck out, I will get my damn chickens eventually. In the meantime, keep on cluckin'.
I don't know about you but personally if I see one more post on FB about "Easter isn't about chocolate, it's about JESUS!!" I may lose what's left of my mind. Add that to dude in a dark suit who walked up to me on the street and attempted to shove a pamphlet into my hand, with no explanation. When I asked him what it was he said, "It's about the way Jesus died for your sins" "Oh, umm ... tell him thank you, but I don't need your pamphlet." It's around every Christian holiday that I want to shut off every form of communication with the outside world, sit in my backyard with my family, and just BE without anyone trying to ram a Bible down my throat or lecture me.
A few years ago I sent an email forward to the mothers in my extended family on Mother's Day, which was a funny little story about a girl giving her daddy "tea" and he thought it was really cute until he realized the only place she could reach water was in the toilet. I forwarded it with a message saying, Happy Mother's Day, I love you all and hope you have a day filled with peace and quiet. Nothing controversial, right?
I had forgotten about my signature quote at the bottom, which was this:
A living planet is a much more complex metaphor for deity than just a bigger father with a bigger fist. If an omniscient, all-powerful Dad ignores your prayers, it's taken personally. Hear only silence long enough, and you start wondering about his power. His fairness. His very existence. But if a world mother doesn't reply, Her excuse is simple. She never claimed conceited omnipotence. She has countless others clinging to her apron strings, including myriad species unable to speak for themselves. To Her elder offspring She says - go raid the fridge. Go play outside. Go get a job. Or, better yet, lend me a hand. I have no time for idle whining. ~David Brin
The next day I got an email response from my cousin, who is Christian - like, did missionary work on her honeymoon Christian.
I won't bore you with the entirety but the gist of it was, it's cute that you believe in an Earth mother, but that has no basis in reality. If you would just *read* the Bible, you'd see how much sense it makes to be Christian.
There were also a few allusions to the idea that my parents hadn't raised me right. And she ended it all with a quote from Napoleon FUCKING Bonaparte.
I sat there after reading it and shook for 10 minutes straight. The only thing in my mind was - why? Why would you attack me when I was trying to be nice? Why do you need to make it about MY personal belief system? And WHY ARE YOU SUCH A DICK???
I waited a day for responding to her, and then responded truthfully - that I loved her and her kids and respected their religion, and the only thing that I asked from her was that she respect mine right back. That my parents had raised me to be kind, be gentle, and be truthful, thankyouverymuch. That I had in fact read the Bible - why would she assume I hadn't?
It went back and forth a few times. What I said to her in the last (thankfully) email was : The minute you start screaming about your beliefs, people cover their ears and walk away. But if you LIVE them, if you inspire others, if you get around rhetoric and get back to spirituality, you influence so many other people. I don't need a book written by man, or a church created by man, to interfere in my spiritual life. No one tells me what is right or wrong. I have Christian friends who are some of the most lovely, sweet, gentle souls I have ever met, and they inspire me. I have Pagan friends who move me with their love of our Earth and each other. And a lot of other religions. I'm always baffled by the Christian mindset that you need to convert everyone - really? How boring. How about, love everybody. Forgive everybody, cherish everybody.
So I'm trying not to let the busybodies ruin a perfectly fun weekend with my family. Cause in our house, it IS about the chocolate.