Practical Activism

I have been thinking a lot about the situation in Standing Rock and similar occurrences of social activism happening all over the country. I am so proud of my brothers and sisters who are risking their well being and at times their lives to protect what is sacred. To protect life.  I had such a burning desire to go to North Dakota in the middle of winter. I WANTED to camp in the cold, work hard, face “the man” without fear, learn to appreciate our Mother more and grow as a human being. Then I looked at my life in its current state.  I was discouraged by the reality that at this very moment in time, when my heart is already thousands of miles away living in a tipi, I could not do that and fix the wounds and problems that were here at home. And let’s face it. No matter how far or fast you run, the unresolved past usually catches up with you eventually. I chose to stay home and care for myself and my little pack, as well as plant seeds for the future. 

Fast forward a few more months (maybe 6), I knew I had made the right choice. My burning desire to help change the world for the better was still in full force as always,  but I also had an extreme pull to keep the forward momentum going here at the Blanket Fort. I worked on my emotional and physical health, my animals’ health (in the blink of an eye, I now have a senior dog!), caring for my home, growing my own food, building two businesses, building bridges and mending broken ones. All of these things made me feel empowered, yet something still felt like it was missing. My part in social and environmental justice. It’s been engrained inside of me since I was very very small. Take care of others as you would yourself. Show care and love. Yes! But how can I balance activism with all of the other things I needed in my life? I signed petitions, attended protests, gathered funds and  items for those that were on the front lines of it all. I found myself exhausted. It wasn’t balanced. I had to find other ways to make an impact, and the perfectionist in me wanted it to be a big one. After a lot of pondering and meditation, I realized I was already making the impact in what I changed within my life. Here is what I mean…

First, By growing food in my yard using permaculture and biodynamic techniques, I am not only taking charge of my own health, I am helping rebuild the soil that has been depleted of its nutrients from years of pollution and trash that is common in my neighborhood. I am building a mini paradise in the middle of the city! Not to mention, being healthy yourself, allows you to do more for you, your community, and your surroundings. Win/win! 

Second, I buy food and supplies from local farms that use safe and friendly farm practices, farmers markets, flea markets, and use the barter system. This greatly impacts not only my health and well being, but also my local economy. It’s a great form of activism to just stop using the system that you are against. Don’t like Monsanto’s frankenfood? Grow it yourself. Or stress hormones and disease in the meat that comes from mistreated animals in the agriculture industry? (And the methane gas? Wow. Have you driven past a place with hundreds of cows standing shoulder to shoulder pooping, peeing, and eating wherever they can? I have. I could smell them about two miles before my eyes could see the abuse. We can do better than this.) Buy from a trusted farmer or butcher that gets the meat from a trusted source. Farm to table butchering workshops are enlightening. Check out the sources of your food and supplies and buy natural whenever possible. It’s seems small, but actually makes a huge impact. Especially if more of us make the switch. 

Third, I like to use sustainable and/or earth friendly supplies whenever possible. I make my own cleaners and bath/body products to ensure quality control and cost effectiveness. (I sell these as well). I store these in reuseable glass containers. I buy in bulk and avoid plastic and unnecessary packaging like the plague (NO DAPL!) I am in the process of switching to solar and wind power and rain catching to reduce dependacy on the grid and also to use more sustainable resources. A future goal of mine is to convert my car to use a form of energy other than oil. 

Lastly, I prefer to rely on my own resources more than publicly funded and provided. Taking charge of my health, education, assets and thinking for myself changed my life drastically for the better. I am moving away from banks and imaginary money.  Bartering and using recycled or upcycled materials is not only easy on the wallet, but creates less waste. We literally have enough resources on the planet to live in abundance, if we use our creative minds and consume less. Also, learning to  live with less and sharing our skills and “wealth” distributes it better to much needed places. Western medicine and public education are helpful and positive in many ways, but seem to be lacking in many others. I like to supplement where they lack. Holistic medicine, herbology, acupuncture, massage therapy, Traditional Chinese Medicine and the library are my best allies. Basically, you just need to remember, no one knows it all. You can and should do your own research and ask a lot of questions. Why not? It’s your life and everyone’s future that can benefit from knowledge and integrity. Oh, and share that too!! 

And what is the point of sharing all this with you? I’m sharing because knowledge is power, sharing is caring, and love always wins. I want everyone to feel empowered in their own situation, as unique as it is. I want everyone to know its not hopeless and we have options. We don’t have to be the strong and brave Water Protectors on the front lines to do our part and make a positive impact. We can all be an activist if we actively make changes in our own life and surroundings. And if you have the bravery and spunk to be outspoken and proactive in a more in your face (yet peaceful)  kind of way, by all means do that too. The world needs a lot less fear, and tons more love right now. Give Mamma a hug. ❤️🦄

Snow Daze

I’m here. I’m breathing. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be doing. NOTHING I suppose. This is definitely way better than facing the threat of getting my face blown off every day, yet since that threat isn’t there at the moment, I feel all kinds of discontent for my position. In an attempt to make my life better through chasing sparkles, danger, excitement, happiness, love, (ALL THE THINGS!), I successfully made it stay exactly the way it was before. Empty. None of those things stood a chance of filling me up, because there is something very much more important missing. An enormous, gaping ravine of nothingnes begging to be violated over and over until the tears stop and the body begins to move. “Come on body, just move.” Nothing….
What to do? ANYTHING. There it is again. Just do something. Get moving. Make the gears turn. Make the muscles move. It’s medicine.
I see this pattern repeated continuously through many of the faces I see throughout life every day. My family, friends, coworkers, acquaintances, even the cashier at the local coffee shop. Emptiness. Lack of being full. Something missing for this heart to be whole. The want to be free, for just a little while, of the chase that seems to be never ending.
And I will tell you now, that I have no answers. I wish I did. I can’t figure this one out. How can I have what I need and be so completely aloof? Why do those little voices say such mean things when I am aimlessly floating around the ethereal simply trying to get my groove on. Maybe they are jealous. Maybe they are just jerks. Or maybe they are me. Trying to tell myself to aim higher, do better, love harder. Even at the expense of me. I know that’s kinda silly. Me destroys Me. Now there’s a truth that isn’t spoken enough.

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The Eagle Carries the Word in the Eyes of God

It’s incredibly interesting what life can throw at you. What I once thought was a gift from The Universe, one that felt safe, solid and true; transforms itself into an uncomfortable and familiar situation. One that I, personally, have seen too many times in my short existence here. The difference this time, is that the infiltration was seen early and remedied swiftly; so smoothly it made me laugh. I’m getting good. In the very process of this happening, new and exciting doors have opened. Much needed gaping wide doors. Oh how I love doors… Questions were brought to my attention. Why am I feeling stuck? When did I stop traveling, dancing and playing? What am I going to do about it now? The answer to the last one is ANYTHING. Any step I take with this intention in my heart is the right one. I just need to take it. I could get a passport and go to Costa Rica, Bali, Ireland, Mexico or wherever my heart desires! I could stay at home. Boring, safe and sound. (:/ I don’t like that one.) Or I could listen to my most trusted guide and hop on this bus headed West and see where The Universe takes me now. I could live the story I’ve been writing in my head since I was a tiny little lady at the age of 4 whole years, drinking water out of a fountain in the desert. I knew then, and forgot somewhere along the journey of adulthood, what this was all really about. Making this life mine. This will be a story of letting things go, discovering who I truly am, allowing abundance to shower me with it’s awesomeness, and learning to truly be. FREE.

Love you all.

Inspired by The Boat and a Little Footed Spark

I’m sitting here on the kitchen floor (I affectionately call it The Boat) greedily soaking up the only sun rays beaming  in the house. It’s my favorite spot and I’m not moving. It’s warm and the rays are shining on my house boots perfectly so that they are projecting disco ball fairies onto the ceiling. Magical. No words are coming to my fuzzy head at the moment, so I start telling Spark about how I need to follow my soul to the West. New Mexico maybe. Arizona. I want to see Havasu falls. Or Oregon.. She pipes in about the current situation in Oregon. With the ranchers. This stresses me out. I don’t wanna talk about it. And to add to the annoyance, it’s becoming a racial issue all over again. Fucking A. Why? No one wants to be responsible. This leads me to think about the current divisions in our country. The fear, the pointing of fingers, the lack of responsibility for one’s own actions. CONTROL. The more we let this happen, the more we actually give our country away. The more power we lose individually and as a whole. The more fear and seperation we create. If you step back though, you will see that many are fighting for the same cause; yet are still divided because of race, class, gender, sexual preference, religion,  or culture among many other unimportant reasons. Most of us just want to be happy and free.  We are being tricked here. The only way to beat a bigger enemy is to unite our forces and fight side by side. So instead of being offended that a certain group is fighting the good fight and not meeting as much resistance as another group would, let us instead support them in their endeavors and fight the bigger problem together. Don’t be a part of The Color Club. Or the You’re Not Like Me Club. Or The You Don’t Believe What I Believe Club. In fact, screw the clubs. We are all in the Human Club (most of us…)! We can think for ourselves as individuals and say “Fuck all this separation.”  “I LOVE YOU.” “Let’s cuddle.”  “I support you.” “Thank you for doing something.” “Thank you for living.” “Thank you for being you.”  Love, kindness, compassion, and respect. They go a long way. WE can make a change.

A New Year, A New Me: Time Heals All

2015 passed by me in a blur. It felt like slow motion on crack. Like the people around me were busy little bees buzzing and making and creating and I was trapped behind some weird hazy glass, in another, much slower, unproductive dimension all together. I was searching endlessly for the answers to life’s questions. Who am I really, what is my purpose, what do I do now, how do I heal from abuse, etc, etc.  2015 was a year of hibernating, healing, self work and a ton of tears.

2016 will be different, however. This year will be filled with laughter, transformation, self love, and self fulfillment. The year to love and grow and prosper. The year to be authentically and gracefully ME. The year of the thinker, the artist, the writer, the dreamer. It is MY year to take on by the horns. And I make it my New Year’s resolution to do all of these things no matter what obstacles face me in the future. I will have no fear of the unknown, because the unknown equals adventure and change. I will now live as the Warrior Goddess that I am! This year will be EPIC! And so it is….

“We are part of something special.”

“Teach me to love you in a different way. Same cuts, same guts, same crazy.”

 Wash it Away- Nahko

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