View from the local hangout I often visit after gardening…
Embarking on this journey to grow my own fresh produce by way of permaculture has so far been hugely rewarding and I have not even grown one thing yet. Here is the next installment.
After plucking out all sorts of vegetation from my garden, I took stock of what needed to happen next. Besides, of course, making sure that everything I plucked out went into the composting bin (which still needs to be constructed, so I’ve parked the leftovers on the lawn for now). It will be a nice big one.
Photo credit: Aaron Burden
You know that little drilling sound when you get a new smartphone and press the screen? Every press and tap you make responds with a little vibration. It’s called haptic feedback. Press, buzz … press, buzz … Until it drives you mad and you turn off the function (term used very loosely). Does anyone know what it’s for, before having to check it out online?
Life’s been a bit like that for me lately. Every action I take is mirrored by some type of feedback that’s well annoying! But unlike with the smartphone, you can’t switch this off.
Or can you?
I had the undiluted pleasure of having tea with my 84-year old neighbour this weekend. Despite the fact that I was 5 days late for the appointment, he was most forgiving and even looked quite chuffed to see me.
We talked about many things. Well, he mostly talked about many things and I listened. There was a lot to be heard and seen in his little house. Such as how what we eat influences our health and that this should be one of our main priorities in life. Not just what we eat, but how we eat. In other words, to eat with consideration for where food comes from and where it’s going, particularly the packaging, and what it does.
When REM “lost their religion”, they were supposedly standing in a corner. Me, I’m not sure where exactly I was. I suspect all over the place, because it was a long process. But after almost a year of confusion and turmoil (crisis if you want), I have decided that the only rational way forward is to press the counter on what I believe to zero. Not that I hate or regard with derision the beliefs I held, or those who still do, I just needed to press the button for myself. I will not expound on the process and reasons here, but will gladly be willing to share my experience over coffee/tea/wine.
I do know that I now stand in an open field.