- What I am reading Farmers are my friends. Especially small farmers who grow sustainably and provide food with a mind for not only our bodies but our future and the health of the planet. Those farmers are the farmers we should be supporting. You can learn a lot about your own government when you read something like their Farm Bill. Hidden in the pages are exactly what corporate interests want to see and what small farmers never are going to get.
- What I am eating Coconut Apple Ginger Dal. Again. This time with feeling. But, honestly, snow's in the forecast. The air is ugly in Utah. Sustenance is on the menu.
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What I am Listening To Pitchfork gives us an intimate conversation with musicians we may not actually have heard before. Give a listen with a cuppa.
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What I am thinking about It feels like ages ago, and it is over 15 years ago, when I was blogging regularly, I had imaginary friends whom I loved fiercely and visited regularly at their own blogs. Our blogs were literal portals into our lives at the time and we really were like a small love army who knew one another (or thought we did). The thing is these were the days before GoFundMe existed and if someone NEEDED something, we just all pitched in and made it happen. One way or another. Because it is the season, today I thought of Blue Witch. Who also blessed me with Feast of the Cash Register a very long time ago. She is the one who put it down first and I have whispered it aloud to those who will even bother to listen to me as I fuss about how I do not CELEBRATE THE SEASON.
I prattle on and on about how I gift in other ways. When I choose to gift. That I'm a stealth elf. Showing up with just what is needed when it is needed or JUST BECAUSE, not because the calendar has flipped to the day we deign PRESENTS should be presented. Ahem.
I'm thrilled that Blue Witch is still blogging. I'm still there in her sidebar as a friend. Reading her today was, well, good medicine. FOTCR, indeed.
P.S. If you ARE in the mood for giving right now, I will suggest that you participate in THE NINTH ANNUAL JAMES GARFIELD MIRACLE. I do participate every year. It's totally worth it. xo - What I am really feeling: In the too much information department, I'm tired of waking up every night at 3:00 a.m. wanting to rip my clothes off and wandering the house like a mad woman. Why haven't women told each other about menopause and all the things that happen to our bodies when it happens?? Why?!?!? What purpose does it serve to keep all of this a secret? I feel like there's some big conspiracy that says, "Right, let's not talk about THIS!!"
Well, I'm here now. I've arrived. So you know what? I'm going to talk all about it.
