The homestead is sold, the stories are told, the memories we hold
of rocking the babies, teething and toddling, play groups, bike rides, tree forts, back yard camping, school events, downstairs Theater, parties and shared history…
with family and dear friends up the street, schools, church, swim club, YMCA all near by
Now the kids are off to their own adventures, and husband pushes onward
the dream of living near the beach is calling and we are moving on our dreams…
We were marching down the middle of the streets of Seattle chanting, “If it doesn’t have a label, it won’t go on our table” “We’ve got the right to know, if it is GMO” and “All we are saying, is give BEES a chance”. It was the third annual March Against Monsanto (MAM) in May with a reported 48 countries and 421 cities participating in gatherings all over the world. I brought my college aged son, who was soon in debate with both sides of the issue.
My concerns are personal as well as global, Suddenly, I had food allergies in the mid 1990s around the time genetically modified foods and heavily sprayed wheat were introduced into our food systems, without labels. The Monsanto Company is being targeted for their flagship product Round up, that is not only an external herbicide but is also engineered into some of the food itself, so you can’t wash it off – yikes! There haven’t been long term studies done, and the research that has been done is often paid by those who have a financial investment.
Here’s to your health, and your right to know what you’re putting into your body!
And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us… profoundly grateful for the gift of Love, God in human form – Jesus. Also grateful for the second best Christmas gift ever, Baby Kloey.
Her first time parents are learning team work at 3:00am, swaddling like the pros and what all the different squeaks and noises mean. Such a bundle of love, such a precious life that connects us all to new life.
Merry Christmas to each of you and all those dear to you!
The ASAP access of social media and instant messaging makes old fashion phone calls seem outdated. Dialing up someone and waiting for it to ring, then having a conversation where you give attention to one person and what they have to say… what a quaint notion.
Are there any teenagers or young adults in your life? Try the 3 Minute Check In. My kids will pick up now that I have instituted this format. There is often a reason for the call, but I have thought about it and have three minutes to check in with them as well, how are they – what’s up recently, and then my idea, request or question.
If you have older friends or relatives that still use the phone to stay in touch, it might be good to think of your own adaptation of the 3 Minute Check In. If Aunt Martha reports on every physical ailment and condition of her and her neighbors, you might try the 10 Minute Check In. Just the structure of the time frame might help to
eliminate organize topics.
Whether it’s a land line, a hand held or the latest cell phone there is a place for the voice to voice conversations, especially when travelling, to help you feel connected. Skype was a challenge for this tech resistant caller, until our daughter was studying abroad – then it was a magic portal into her international experience. How do you best connect with your friends and loved ones?