When you plant a garlic clove in the late fall, you get garlic bulbs in the mid summer of the next year. If you plant a garlic clove in the spring it turns into a monster clove like that by late summer. At least that's how I think it works...
POST 384 (DAY 394, Tuesday, 2021.9.7)
…. Judy is what we call the watering truck.. capable of holding about 600 gallons of non pressurized H2O.. and she’s got a high tank so gravity pour is available for three to five feet off the ground..
….it’s a different kind of lifestyle.. took me some getting used to.. harvesting, routing, and pumping one’s own water seems strangely counter intuitive.. yet it’s not.. it’s more just counter culture..
…. I’m also trying to come up with a better way to feed water to the hugels.. I won’t list the criteria in this post because I’m about to sleep.. the main one is it must be “natural”.. au revoir for now..
POST 385 (DAY 395, Wednesday, 2021.9.8)
…. Year two seems different than year one.. I had thought I was done growing up.. life sure has a way of revealing new challenges/opportunities for improvement.. self improvement seems to come often with pain.. to be still through pain until it passes.. and then to be stronger than before.. takes a certain disciplined mindset.. and the practice of mindset is a daily thing..
…. I’ll be honest—I haven’t been doing my push-ups.. nor my jogging.. my poor reasoning is “that I can’t fit it into my day”.. but that’s a lie.. Truth is that I can figure out a way to fit it—not only for my physical benefit, but also for my mental, emotional, spiritual gain.. it’s a win.. it’s a mindset.. and it would only take maybe 30 minutes a day..
…. It has been pretty smoky due to fire season.. so that’s a legitimate reason for staying in.. but I can still figure out push-ups and stretching, even if I’m not jogging on smoky days.. the challenge is to find time for my wellness.. the cost is time.. the gain is extraordinary peace..
POST 386 (DAY 396, Thursday, 2021.9.9)
…. A friend of mine brought light to a sort of “blind spot” of mine.. of course Someone inside me protests that I have any blind spots at all.. They say life tests you with the same lesson, until that lesson is learned.. so after the few hundred times, I’ve gained enough clarity to actually see past the me inside of me that’s kicking and screaming “bloody injustice”.. the only injustice is not allowing room for an alternative peace.. of course I can say such things in the wake of the tantrum.. in the midst of the fresh reveal, a rude awakening challenges my egoic, identifying way of being.. I can resist or surrender.. in either case, I believe in peace..
joke time: What is brown and sticky? ... ... ... A stick! Use it to beat this tiny ad!