Veggie Voyagers

Couple travelled 30 states and 3 Canadian provinces between 7/07 and 5/08 running their 1987 Ford truck on straight veggie oil. The blog continues with a focus on the natural world and energy politics from a personal perspective

Friday, June 21, 2013

Christy's garden and the Solstice

 I left my mop at the meditation retreat and Mark and Christy brought it home with them (because someone is always the last to leave, cleaning up til everything is perfect.) I'd wanted to see Christy's garden for a long time and this was my opportunity so I pedalled over the other morning and we did a quick tour.
 She's been a garden diva since I first came to Chico and used to publish a calendar that was a planting guide. I've always been in awe of her wide-ranging knowledge and impeccable eye for plants-- health, pruning... my guru on all of it.

 Tonight was the Solstice and the moon is almost full. I didn't walk around and do any photos but my heart was full as I picked blackberries in the sunset and dusk. How glorious these moments are. All life on a pedestal.

Monday, June 17, 2013

What do I do?

 Someone from the Infusion Center asked me that today. My mind reeled with the question. It's not a matter of prioritizing to list off what I do or noticing how I react to being called out by the small intrusion but after our Complete Self Attunement intensive retreat which ended yesterday it's more about what/who am I, not what do I do. The things I do are really distant from me right now. The bodies and personalities that emerge from seeing or experiencing any of us are not the whole picture.
 It's in the stillness and the sensing into the space of inner environment and the willingness to stay with it and keep accenting the space of that environment-- to deepen into it without mind where the essential aspects of the quality of livingness emerge and blossom that essentially determines the space and then there are some unique incarnation things.. quite unknown about how we are the essence we turn out to emanate.
 And it's like sun kissed rose or light infused marble. It just is and it's alive and vibrant and that's what I'd like to say I do but that's a verb and maybe I'm more of an adverb sort of person for the time being.
I sit in the infusion center while Michael has chemo, I watch the letters appear below my fingers and my senses fill with the sounds and sights around me and then I drop in and just listen, just sense... give the space attention and let it bloom and take me with the peace I need with the healing energy we both need. Nothing else to do but be here in wholeness with the grace of ourselves being alive, getting chemotherapy.

Saturday, June 8, 2013

The first week in June

 It was 112 degrees today. Even at dusk the bees were outside of their boxes and looking dazed, like me. I went in the creek twice today, made a rice and veggie dish and took it to Food Not Bombs, went to the Peace Vigil and Farmer's Market and yoga.... and watched a movie at home, watered the native plant border, played Scrabble with Michael... went to the bookstore and the regular market... but I did drive (on bio-diesel.)
 Another thing I've been doing a little is considering clothing. This is Linda Furr. She repurposes tee shirts and makes them into sleeveless loose comfortable tops for summer and is teaching me how here. We want to swear off new clothes after the horror of the Bangladesh tragedy.
 Weezie had her 64th birthday and we gathered in her front garden and feasted, sang and toasted. Michael is looking great with just four cycles of chemo to go-- he has to take it slow on some of the days of his cycle though, especially in this heat.
 We've been having the Guantanamo protests early in the morning since the garb doesn't lend itself to cool comforts especially on fast days. I feel very strongly that our pressure can release the prisoners who should be freed and get the others trials. The sign asks and I ask you to call Obama 202-456-1111... just ask them to Close it. There's a petition here--
This week I've worked a fair bit but last weekend Michael went skiing and I rode my bike over to the GRUB party. Wolfthump was playing percussion and a mass of sweaty, smiling, blissful souls were dancing to the line. It was so fun, so infectious and so athletic I felt completely alive and joy-filled. It doesn't take much. Just a good beat.