Sustainable resolutions update

With Christmas only a few weeks a way, it seemed like a good time to reflect on my sustainable living resolutions (see this post).

Thanks to my children’s school having a topic of ’seeds and plants’ this term, the vege patch is growing well (both in overall size and actual living plants!).  Part of our kitchen has been turned into a seed nursery – which does allow for easy monitoring and watering (which might otherwise be too haphazard for success).  Thanks to a spirit of curiosity, we’ve sprouted quite a variety of seeds.  I’ve just planted out some lentils, some unknown bean or pea seedlings and the baby tomatoes that grew from the seeds my son squirted onto his sweatshirt!  Waste not, want not!  We may actually grow some stuff from packets at some point, too.  I’m not sure what I’m going to do with all the apple and pear seedlings, but I guess I’ll think of something (bonsai, perhaps?).  Now we all have to do is to remember to harvest…

A sort-out in the airing cupboard found me some more sheets for the kids, so I’m off the hook for now.  It is truly amazing what you find buried in airing cupboards!  Well, what I found anyway.  No Saxon gold, though.  Which is probably just as well – given I live in New Zealand and the house wasn’t built until the 1970s.  Although we did find Assyrian wallpaper…


Not buying stuff unless I need it is actually going quite well, though mostly because I just don’t have spare money.  My op-shop habit is coming to the fore for finding interesting or adaptable clothes.  I’ve also discovered the delights of online auctions!   I’m afraid some of my money is still going to the sweatshops, mainly because I can’t afford expensive jeans and T-shirts.  Fortunately, my wardrobe is fairly well stocked, which means I’m working on replacement rather than expansion.  Any expansion is coming from second-hand or homemade things (though if I could afford to buy from Clockwork Couture that might change – for a little while).  I am going to have to spend some money on fabric and bits for my dance costumes, too – just to make my stash go the distance (those skirts are full!)

I did buy some beads, but I’m going to try and keep it to an annual thing.  Some stuff I just can’t buy made up – and I do enjoy stringing.

I haven’t really bought any yarn in recent months (okay, a couple of balls to pad out the kids blankets, but that’s it – although I had gone a little bit mad mid-winter, which I’m still knitting up).  I’m using up what I’ve already got – and planning what I want to save for.  One advantage of not having much money is that it does force you to prioritise and plan (whimper).

New resolutions:

  • I’m determined to only place orders with overseas websites at most once a year per site.  We’ll see how that one goes.  Planning, saving and delayed gratification are not my strongest skills, but they’re not my weakest either, so…we’ll see.
  • I’m trying to arrange to start doing some voluntary work next year – partly to gain work experience in areas I’m interested in and partly to give something back to my community.
  • For Christmas, I’ve decided to do the vast bulk of my shopping at my local Trade Aid shop.  I bought a whole heap of jewellery for myself there earlier this year (blame the dancing!), so I will ’share the joy’.   I like giving presents, so while I like the idea of things like Oxfam Unwrapped, this year is going to be a Fair Trade Christmas, as much as possible.

New dinosaur species!

As you may have noticed, dear reader, I do get rather excited about dinosaur stuff.  This dates back to childhood, when my imaginary friends were a Stegosaurus that lived in the garden and a T. Rex that lived behind the toilet door (sorry, Mum, that’s why I wouldn’t close it – some friends you don’t want escaping!).  My golden book of dinosaurs was well-thumbed and the pictures memorised.  I have no idea why this is/was – but at some deep level I find dinosaurs intrinsically interesting and just plain ‘cool’.  And you get to use lots of long words…

These days I mostly ‘do’ dinosaurs vicariously through my children (I thoroughly recommend Giles Andreae’s “Captain Flinn and the Pirate Dinosaurs” series of picture books – great fun to read and loved by kids of all ages), except when the odd tidbit appears in the grown-up news.  So I got very excited today when I read this: palaeontologists have discovered a whole new dinosaur species!  (In fact, I got so excited I wrote a blog post when I should be preparing dinner)  And they think there may be more!!  I’m in dinosaur heaven.

I know that there’s plenty of upsetting stuff happening in the world as I write, and at times it seems shallow to be interested in something so “un-useful” as dinosaurs.  But I still find it exciting that we still have stuff to learn stuff about this world.  So rather than beating myself up over my interest, I’m instead going to spend my time memorising how to pronounce “Aardonyx celestae” (which is actually fairly straightforward as dinosaur names go, so I guess we will have a  dinner to eat tonight.  Though it does have a nice piratical ring – “Arr”)

A perspective on ’stuff’

A quote from environmental activist, Dana Meadows:

I brought these books into the house, every one made of ground-up trees.  I read them, yes, and loved them, but I have easy access to three good libraries.  I didn’t need to house a library of my own.  I piled up these books because I am impatient; I want to look up a quote or a fact instantly.  Because I fend off worries by escaping, and books are my escape mechanism….  The books are an expensive, troublesome, heavy, space-occupying fortress against having to confront my inner bugaboos.  I guess that’s also true of…the closets full of rarely worn clothes.  Stuff taken from the earth to bolster fantasy or foist off fear, stuff our non-affluent household paid a fortune for, stuff I’ve housed for decades, stuff that occupied the space of real life.

Picture all that stuff wrested from the mines and forests and soils of the earth, and finally, unceremoniously, dumped….  The price we’re paying for our stuff – in money and time and space and resources – is tremendous.

I could wish I’d written it myself, but mostly, I’m extremely grateful I have read it.  As an earth/Great Mother-honouring pagan and member of our Western consumerist society, this has got to be one of the best, and most accurate, gut-punching wake-up calls I’ve come across.  Especially that last paragraph.

Now to remember it in my daily life…

Losing my voice

I have lost my voice.

Yesterday morning I woke up and it wasn’t there.  Just a hoarse, painful whisper left in its place.

Given I’m a relatively orderly person, I must presume that its absence is the result of this viral infection my body is currently fighting rather than some absentmindedness on my part.

And I miss it.

And yet, I have only lost my voice temporarily and physically.  It will return in a few days – and in the meantime, I can write emails and blog posts and whisper to my family.  And I find myself wondering what it must be like for those who do not have a voice to start with – the poor, the oppressed, the young – and those whose voice has been taken from them – the tortured, the beaten, the abused, the murdered.

From my place of privilege, I cannot imagine what it must be like to live a non-privileged, indeed a forgotten, life.  While I may be ill right now, I still have access to affordable healthcare, clean water to drink, the internet to keep me amused – which means I have both electricity and literacy – a house large enough to pace around, books I can read, a husband who cares for me and is willing to share the household load, and (despite their protestations) my children are not actually starving because I am sick.

Perhaps I should stop reading social anthropology texts while I am ill?  (In this instance, Paul Farmer’s Pathologies of Power)

Or perhaps I should, while enjoying and appreciating my privileged life, do my utmost to ensure that my privilege does not come at the price of someone else’s voice.

More on labels

I’ve been thinking a bit more about this – partly because of Jen’s comment yesterday (do check out her blog – it’s a good read) and the exercise I then went through listing (some of) my possible labels.  Which did get boring pretty fast – you are so right, Jen!!

I think part of the problem with labels (or my problem with labels, anyway!) and exclusive definitions – a very large part – is the difficulty of narrowly defining something so complex as this organism we refer to as a human being.  All those labels I included in my comment yesterday are true in their own right – but to even get vaguely close to understanding ‘me’ someone needs to be able to understand all those labels, not just one or two, because all those labels apply to me all the time (and I know I didn’t cover everything about me).  I have yet to find a label that encapsulates the ’sum of my reality’ – we’ll just have to call it ‘Jude’ and be done with it!

And thinking about the complexity of organisms got me thinking about a comment one of the women at my belly dancing club made last night.  We were talking about health and different approaches working for different people and she observed that as there’s trillions of cells in just one human being and there’s only six billion of us alive right now, all of us are rather likely to be quite different from each other!  And that reminded me of something I came across in a book on meditation.*

It suggested that, on a clear night, you go outside and look at the stars.

Then look at your hand.

Then think about “how the atoms in your hand were formed billions of years ago in the nuclear furnaces of distant stars.”**

Then the author asks the simple question: “Can you sense the wonder of it all?”

Star picture -Credit: NASA, ESA, and the Hubble Heritage (STScI/AURA)-ESA/Hubble Collaboration

You are made of this!

Then somehow labels just don’t seem so relevant, or necessary, anymore….

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* Tarchin Hearn (2005) Breathing: the natural way to meditate. Nelson, New Zealand: Wangapeka Books

** p16 of the above

Picture credit: NASA’s Hubble Space Telescope (found on Falling Sky)

On labelling people

I spent rather more than I intended of yesterday browsing steampunk websites and building up a wishlist at Clockwork Couture (I’m especially in love with their Steampunk Coat Dress – must save up for that one!!), and happened across rather a lot of commentary trying to tightly define the label ’steampunk’ (as opposed to ‘dieselpunk’, ‘punk’, ‘industrial’, ‘neo-Victorian’, ‘goth’ and goodness knows what else!).

As a result I have realised that I’m really over this label thing.

Seriously over it.

Sick to the back teeth of it.

What is it with humans and labels?  Why do we feel the need to label everyone, including ourselves?

I know when I come across a label that seems to fit, I get quite happy: “This is me!  There are other people like me”  (well, at least a wee bit like me!).  Unfortunately, I have a tendency to do research on stuff I like, which invariably means I end up finding out that this label is ’supposed’ (in some people’s minds) to only apply to a select group of people doing specific stuff and who aren’t me – and I’m straight back to being the last one picked for sport teams at school.

But by happy chance (or some kindly divine intervention – take your pick), my research this time has turned up some websites that are helping me ‘flip the bird’ to those who would attempt to deny me my chosen labels!

  • The wonderful Gothic Charm School website – which provides some excellent advice on supporting your own personal vision and graciously living your own life how you chose.  Yes, excellent advice even for a non-Goth like me.  Thank you, Lady of the Manners.
  • This post on the Shamanic Druidry blog – reflecting on the “dogmatisation” of paganism.  I had been wondering if I could ‘truly’ call myself pagan anymore, because my spiritual journey has flowed away from conventional understandings of the term.  This post helped me realise I am still pagan – I’ve just gone deeper in different directions than some do.

So, what care I for ‘conventional understandings’ – except insofar as they help people understand a bit about me.

And I guess that is the point of labels: to help others understand us a bit, without having to explain everything in detail.

If I say “I’m pagan”, people at least understand that I’m not Christian (unusual in my suburb) and they may understand the reverence for nature/Mother Earth thing as well – or they may ask what “pagan” means.  Which is all good.

If I say I like some steampunk clothing (although the cog thing is a bit overdone for my taste), some people will understand that I like modern interpretations of Victorian/Edwarian garb.  Most are going to go “what the heck’s that?!” – which at least leads to a conversation!  Which is all good.

So, maybe I CAN cope with labels.

It’s just exclusive definitions I will hunt down and kill!!

Dancing with Ariellah – update

I posted earlier about belly dancing DVDs I had purchased.

With it now being November (eep!), I figured it was about time for an update on  my progress.

I am now able to almost survive the first section of Ariellah’s drills (my arms still give out before the end, but everything else is good).  I’m about to start including the second section of drills in my practice.

I’m really enjoying her contemplative and friendly teaching approach.  I am learning heaps, particularly about fine-tuning my movements.  She breaks down the moves really well, and I’ve been using some of her ideas in teaching at the belly dance club.

After one somewhat pitiful attempt, I’m still too chicken for the long yoga workout – I’m saving that for when I can get through all the drills.  With my studies over for the year, I’m hoping to make time to start working on some of the combinations/choreography as well.  But it won’t be today – I have a sick child home from school, so it’s Tintin on the DVD player instead (I’m coping!).

I’ve also braved Asherah’s DVD – and I’m proud to say I can now last 20 minutes of the 45 minute warm up before collapsing.

I’ve also added three more DVDs to my collection – Jenna’s Basics and Next level, and Fayzeh’s Tribal one.  All look interesting and useful, but I strongly suspect I’m going to be keeping Ariellah’s as my foundation DVD – at least until I’m a lot fitter!

Dino-birds

After my earlier post about iridescent dinosaurs, I was quite chuffed to find this article about a dinosaur find in China: a multi-wing wee beastie that may be the ‘missing link’ between dinosaurs and birds.

I must admit that, rather than being blown away by the wonders of scientific discovery, my first thought was “Wow!  That looks cool!”.  Which you must admit, it does…

Dinobird

Now, imagine it iridescent!

Multi-winged starlings, anyone?!

Acupuncture update

Having now had several acupuncture appointments and started taking a herbal remedy, I am feeling the best I have done in years.

I hardly ever have to take antihistamine tablets (maybe once or twice a week – but then it is spring here) and I just got through menstruation without taking any painkillers at all – I honestly have no memory of the last time that happened.  I did have some ‘inconsequential discomfort’ (of the kind which a few years ago would’ve sent me running for painkillers – it’s amazing what you learn to live with), but the herbs sorted things out real fast.  And I’m still nowhere near the maximum allowed dosage of the herbs!

I have no idea what the effect is in Western medical terms.  I presume that having my chi flowing more smoothly means the endometriosis is not getting so aggravated or something.  I certainly can’t argue with the results.  I had dared to be hopeful for some relief, but I was really not expecting such a great result.  I’m almost looking forward to next month!  (‘Almost’ because it’s a bit hard to get over years of fear in a single month.)

I am now on monthly maintenance visits to keep myself in good shape: I do like this idea that preventing problems is a good thing.

And I am very happy (and also much easier to live with :-) )

Why can’t boys wear sparkly shoes?

or, “why I am currently crocheting two blankets”…

On browsing in a children’s shoe shop on the weekend, one of my boys fell in love with some shoes.  No problem – except these shoes were most definitely “girl’s shoes”: jelly plastic, clear with gold sparkles in a T-bar style.  Gender-neutral parent that I am, I did let him try them on.  Then I had to explain that, even though they looked quite spiffy with his stripey socks on under them, they really were girl’s shoes and that if he wore them to school, he would be laughed at.  This led to the (to my mind, quite reasonable) question from my son: “why can’t boys wear sparkly shoes?”

So, why can’t boys wear sparkly shoes?

Why does he feel it necessary to justify his favourite colour (purple) by saying that “I like purple, because purple is a girl’s colour and I like girls” (verbatim quote)?

Why haven’t we got over this gendered stuff?

From what I see at my sons’ school, our society is way more outwardly gendered now than it was when I was a child.  I remember having one (maybe two) pink garments throughout my entire childhood.  These days, it seems young girls are lucky to get away with wearing only one or two pink things at a time!  And any parent (especially fathers) who has had to go toy shopping may require counselling for the terror that is “the pink aisle”.  I do wonder what it is like to grow up as a girl who doesn’t like pink or purple in these times – is it actually possible?

It really bemuses me to see the social expectation for boys to wear trackpants and sweatshirts in blues and browns (with the odd burst of yellow, orange or red if you’re lucky) and for girls to wear pretty stuff in pink and purple with sparkles – especially when you see us parents all bumming around in jeans or dressed in black-and-grey work clothes!  I really wonder what is going to happen when these kids hit their teenage years and start choosing their own clothes.

I have told my son that when he is grown up, he can whatever he chooses (and I look forward to seeing what he does choose!), but while he is young I do feel an obligation to protect him when I can.  In an ideal world, I would be quite happy to buy him the sparkly shoes, and I know he would wear them – but as we live in this world, I won’t buy them because I know he really doesn’t need to be bullied.

And I will grieve with him for the sparkly shoes he cannot wear.

And I will grieve for him for his loss of innocence and his growing awareness that this world is not a fair place.

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As for the ‘crocheting two blankets’ bit:

After a long discussion about how it truly wasn’t fair that only girls could wear sparkly shoes without being laughed at and a desperate look around for ‘boy’ things that might sparkle (praise be for a sunny day and skateboard tops being somewhat sparkly!), I suggested that I make him a blanket with lots of purple and sparkly yarn in it (his brother wants one in orange, not purple – but definitely with sparkles).  I will post photos when they are done – the beginning stages look promising.

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