I’ve been bombarded with life lessons lately. Some days, if you keep an eye out for them, they come leaping up leaving their muddy paw prints all over you like a wet dog you forgot to let in from the rain. I am struck by the power that we all have. We have SO MUCH power. Most of it is unseen. It lies in our words, in our intentions, in our ability to do good and/or bad. We go about our daily lives saying and doing seemingly meaningless things, but all the while we are creating a ripple of energy that leaves its mark on everything.
I’ve noticed that this comes with a great amount of responsibility, and lots of people fear responsibility. However, I’ve also noticed that when they don’t take this responsibility, then they end up carrying the weight of their actions anyhow- and inevitably are less happy people. I know, I do it all the time.
I have to say, once you dive into this kind of conscious living, it’s something to be reckoned with. I have always loved the phrase “a woman of purpose.” I have always wanted to be that, to live that, to be strong and feminine and kind and happy. I am starting to feel like I really do have a purpose. I don’t have to achieve a diploma, or travel the world, or have a prestigious job, or be seen in any certain way. I have the ability to live an extraordinary and amazing life without impressing anyone. This is something I need to remind myself of.
I am reminded of some great people who I believe had simple ideas- but were able to ripple their way through to the hearts of many, long after their deaths.
“Nonviolence is the answer to the crucial political and moral questions of our time; the need for mankind to overcome oppression and violence without resorting to oppression and violence. Man must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, aggression, and retaliation. The foundation of such a method is love.” -MLK Jr.
“If everyone demanded peace instead of another television set, then there’d be peace.” -John Lennon
“I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, only more love.” -Mother Teresa
Anyway, I could go on for miles. Some pictures?
This is the final harvest from the garden… minus the KA-FRIKKIN-ZILLION green tomatoes I have. I’m going to try to make a sauce with them. It was bittersweet, but I feel like I learned a lot this year, and I look forward to doing it next year- better, and less exhaustingly 1st-trimester-prego.
My shadow got in the way, but this is my newest creation. A stuffed delicata squash with quinoa, corn, sausage, onions, provolone, and love. It was really, really good. And really, really easy.
My sister gave me like 10 of these beautiful pie pumpkins, and a couple got weird and mushy so I gave them to the squirrels. They were exceedingly grateful, but unfortunately went and attacked my other good ones sitting neatly on the porch. Lovely. Now I have four. That’s still great, but I had this image of these squirrels just going to town until their little bellies were engorged and they were slouched on my porch burping and exchanging high-fives. Grrr.
It has recently come to my attention that not everyone remembers who Dill and Walt are, and so my next entry will be dedicated to them.
Go listen to this song. It’s been making me so happy. They are definitely one of my new favorite bands.