Happy Earth Day

Here is a tray of seedlings of mine on my back porch. In this tray are  seeds from my favorite apple Pink Lady, from Trader Joes. It comes closest in taste to a Stayman Winesap, the kind in all the apple orchards I would visit in the autumn as a child in eastern PA. These apples are organic and the seeds had sprouted in the apple! I just had to plant them. I also bought some "heirloom" seeds which have a much longer life than regular hybrid seeds. Its from a company called Solutions from Science. These seeds last up to 100 years if stored properly. I plan on using them all over the course of 5 years maybe more if I must. I might give some away.
I just read an article about Monsanto. How they are charging more for their seeds than regular Non-GMO seeds. Organic seeds are cheaper.  Growing Monsanto seeds also requires Monsanto pesticides and herbicides.  We all know that Indian farmers are absolutelly devastated by Monsanto, physically and emotionally.  49 farmers commit suicide everyday in India due to the trauma wrought by planting poisonous cotton seeds which not only do not produce the yields they promise, but when fed to the livestock, kills them. Where is justice?  In this country 7 states are suing this Satanic tyrant for all the illegal practices including making it nearly impossible to own and store the farmers own seed.  We must put this instrument of genocide to rest. How?? 

Here is some great advice from Dr. Mercola I am quoting below.......

"Allowing Monsanto to monopolize the market could have lethal consequences for all of us. Because not only is Monsanto doing what it can to eliminate competition from other agricultural biotech products, their end game is to do away with conventional seeds, period.As I’ve discussed in many previous articles, this is a threat to human civilization and would spell disaster for the entire planet.Fortunately, you don’t have to be directly involved in the legal or political end of the battle.You, as an ordinary citizen, still have the power to make perhaps an even GREATER difference in how business will pan out for Monsanto – by steering the market demand toward non-GMO crops and foods.Every time you choose to buy a non-GMO product over a product that contains GM ingredients, you are making a dent in the empire that is Monsanto. 

While you’re waiting for the leaders of the world to catch up, take advantage of local sources of organic foods as often as you can. You can also avoid GM foods by:

Reducing or Eliminating Processed Foods. Some 75 percent of processed foods contain GM ingredients. Use the Non-GMO Shopping Guide, available for free at www.NonGMOShoppingGuide.com.

Read produce and food labels. When looking at a product label, if any ingredients such as corn flour and meal, dextrin, starch, soy sauce, margarine, and tofu (to name a few) are listed, there's a good chance it has come from GM corn or soy, unless it bears the USDA organic seal.
 
 Buy organic produce. Buying organic is currently the best way to ensure that your food has not been genetically modified." 

One more way is to grow a garden. Take advantage of the warm weather. Use the seeds from your store bought organic produce, like peppers, eggplant, tomatos, avocados and other fruit like vegetables. Here is  my little contribution to and celebration of the Earth. So think about this. See what you can do, and in the meantime, love your Mother. 

Tuesday Afternoon

I love springtime. One really experiences the seasons here on the eastern coast of Va. In a word its juicy. The emotional response to the changes in the seasons are intense, and attention grabbing. One cannot help but be swayed by the beauty of it all, the sudden warming, greening, flowering, the birds returning to torment us with the their morning concerts.   In a word, joy. Springtime is joyful and comes not too soon.
It seemed as if there would be no end to  this past winter. One could feel with the imagination, the greening- the life -returning to the surface. I could "taste" it before it was here, because I knew it would not last forever. The turn from winter to spring is marked on the calender as March 22, but it is felt way before that in one's soul. We are all part of the process, and we sense its arrival with great anticipation. I am writing all this out , because I have been away from the Eastern US most of my adult life, and now I have returned and these feelings are what I remember growing up with, and I missed having them. When one says that they miss the seasons, what they really mean is the feelings that accompany them. Am I to regard this as an attachment to the senses? If so I must own it wholeheartedly,  it helps to have something so beautiful in ones life as to keep one attached to the Earth, as living here is indeed acutely painful at times. I enjoy noticing things like the seasons changing, the earths moods in all her attention grabbing narcissistic attempts to make us wake up and behold her. I feel that our enjoyment of it is something necessary in order for it to continue. As I have said before, quoting from the expert on water Masuro Emoto, Attention is Love. If something is amiss, or different, we take notice. We should notice changes around us as our animal brothers and sisters do. Its what keeps them alive, and us, because our survival instincts are tied into our awareness of the surroundings as well. 

Because of civilized life ("slavelized")where we are indoors most of our lives, many things happen around us that we are unaware of.

Like these clouds.  These are not normal clouds. These are the kinds of clouds that covered me for over an hour on my way out of DC and into the countryside of Rappahannock county along Rt. 66 (interesting number). It was beautiful, and I believe caused by the technology of HAARP. Do you remember ever seeing this before? I don't. Mind you these are not my photos, I found them on the web. The clouds I saw were more hilly, like a very deep series of upside down gray hills. There were even "holes" which you could see the sun shining thru, as if they were upside down volcanoes. I can't find any pictures of these online, and I certainly couldn't find a spot to pull over in the rain on the highway. If you don't go outdoors, you don't see them. That is what I mean about being aware of what is "out there". Aren't you curious as to what this is all about?  You should be. But of course there is nothing in the "news" about this sort of thing. You can look these up under "undulas asperatus".
 As I turned off of Rte. 66 on Crest Hill road, I was again just overwhelmed with all the sights. The change from winter to spring is amazing. The beauty of each season is in itself just as intense as the other, but spring is to my favorite perhaps due to its short life. The flowering trees, lilac, dogwood, cherry, plum 

each species lasts only a few weeks.Here I caught a red bud, (see the magenta haze in the picture with the dark fencing)

which I will be lucky if it is still visible next time I drive out there. What is the most incredible besides the color of the trees and the flowering bushes and the bulbs, is the vast expanses of green. What is it about green?  I don't think I ever get tired of emerald green hills. Its restful and its
such a pure solid color, almost like velvet.
And because I go to a farm to pick up dairy products, one notices the cream. The color is no longer "cream"-- it's a pale buttery yellow. The cows eat the green grass and their milk has more butterfat and the cream is yellow. It tastes better too. So of course I had to get some of this buttery  nutrient rich cream--and butter too, which was almost orange in color. So I am learning about the change in the food due to the changes in nature.  When I am in touch with this farm, I feel calmer, safer, saner. I know where the food is coming from. I see the cows who have names, and  I love them and their calves who are being born now. I see how simple life is and I want to be part of this for as long as I can.

spring time in DC.

When I returned from Californina, I had been gone for almost an entire month. I left a cold wet wintry landscape, with bare trees brown grass and leftover piles of blackened snow. That was early 

March. I returned in the beginning of April This is what I came home to. I looked out my window the first morning and saw my former bare branched tree, covered in white blossoms.

My neighborhood was alive with grasses, and bulbs and bushes all happy.

I can't help but feel that these plants were happy. And in turn their people were happy. These Cherry trees are happy. See the people under them? How can they not think that the reason they are there at 9 am is because the trees are filled with and exuding love and joy? They are experiencing unconditional love from the trees. I felt it strongly. And so we take care of them and we photograph them. I experienced the love of a spindly Joshua tree, once, and so now my ideas of life in the plants is different. I hope I never forget this truth. It keeps me conscious.

Ay, Carumba.......

Yesterday I spent a large portion of the day just being really ticked off.  First it was the chemtrails.  In your face stripes in the sky.  I am now full blown obnoxious as far as talking to other humans on this issue.  I spoke with a man on a corner who had a US Air force polo shirt on, and he unhesitatingly responded to my feigned ignorance of what these things were by telling me they were from jets because we are near an airport. After a back and forth discussion involving my questions like " Why are they crisscrossing and paralel to each other? or "Why is this happening everywhere even in the desert where the air is not so cold or over the ocean or the Arctic " etc. he had a knee jerk response to absolutely every question I posed., I finally told him about the whole chemtrail thing. He said he would look into it. In other words there was no real communication with this individual. He really was sold on the contrail paradigm. Then I just went home got my fliers I give out which I purchased from someone who makes them in Olivenhain CA,  and started handing these things out to people on the waterfront. The key is to say, "I am giving out information today". Instant response is "thank you"!  They had no hesitancy at all in taking and reading. So now I know the magic word..... Information.......

The next thing that bothered me was that I found out yesterday from talking (again, to a perfectly wonderful perfect stranger) that the "projects" were all going to be demolished and townhomes put in their place. This person said that hundreds of families would be then displaced and homeless.  Thank God that MYTH was dispelled hours later when another person told me that they will all be placed accordingly. The problem remains however as the entire fabric of their lives will be changed as if people are easily displaced and re-placed. Wow. Makes you wonder why they are built in the first place if they are so expendable.Does the word itself "project" denote some sort of experiment?  In what --- How to give then take away?  To tell those who cannot support themselves that they are not worthy of shelter?

And then I wonder in this economy, who will be able to afford these townhomes which have a price tag well above the 1/2 million dollar mark? So the disparity of the haves and the have nots is glaringly painful in this neck of the woods, as it is getting more so as the days and years march into the future.

And the last thing that really angered  me  was that Whole Foods is charging 3.50 for a bunch of dandelion greens. Nothing else went up in price from winter to spring except these greens.  Weeds, which grow and bloom all year round have the highest price tag.  Time to grow some weeds.

poets corner.......

Humility........ 

I long for the quiet valleys nestled between hills where the small ones are safe;  mouse, wren, rabbit.... Where the babbling stream quiets the distraught mind filled with the world's woes. The tiny seedlings safe from trampling foot; allowed to follow their hearts desire- to spring forth from the soft earth, with no clumsy thoughtless foot  to obliterate them.

Oh my Divine Mother, bring me to that quiet place where I may enjoy the soft whisper of thy voice.  The voice of love - a vibration of liquid warmth upon my near frozen heart.  Thaw my heart!  Free it from the ice floes caught in the river of illusion.  Let me once again melt into thy consciousness -melt into thy ever new life, ever new bliss, Joy, Life Eternal!

Humility. The balm that soothes the delusion of separation, the antidote for feelings of worthlessness.  Heal my scars gotten from wrong thinking, wrong action. Thy message is Peace.  I know from humility, that my greatest gift  is the practice of small things done with great love.  may I never lose sight of that which brings me these greatest of joys.

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People who love People

This is about yesterday.  Because I was wiped out for no good reason, I didn't really do anything like I usually do that involved interfacing with the world.  Now... I just love this neighborhood.  Its like the entire spectrum of humanity and urban life all wrapped up in one neat little package.  There are "projects" I walk thru to get to the gym or the post office.  There is a river I walk along to get to "oldtowne". There are million dollar homes along the way and interspersed among the projects and the office buildings , the shopping districts, the hotels. Yet, it is quiet, safe, and I wonder why?  Why do I feel so safe and sound here, where as in most urban areas my nerves are absolutely shot?

It seems like this is the most dog loving place on the planet. My next door neighbor's personalized licence plate is dgfrend. There are dog training schools, a dog park, and I learned people meet and greet on the street based on the bonding their dogs share. So for some strange reason I would also like to have a dog. I never liked dogs except as a child. My fondest memory is of a Irish setter I rescued. I would sneak dog food to it and pretend that I had saved its life. I don't remember what happened to it. But it was a magical week I spent out in nature (next door was an empty field), and my beautiful friend would be there waiting.

Back to the topic. I had a visitor yesterday late afternoon.  I thought it was Dgfrend aka john or caroline. Dgfrend had been away over easter weekend and left their dog alone in the house, and I had 2 fitful nights of sleep due to its howling.  I cornered the dog sitter to ask questions about said dog, and learned that the owners would be back Monday and she would tell them about the howling. So naturally I thought they would want to apologize for their dog who kept me awake at night. (did I say that they loved dogs????)

The visitor was a solicitor of magazine subscriptions. He said he loved people, and I was to then fork over money to him based on his appeal and level of lovableness.  It was hopelessly funny and sad all at once. But he was very lovable and I dropped 40$ for his cause, to earn enought money to open a barber shop.  He was around 20 years old, with tatoos up and down his forearms and his neck. He was from NC and his name (I asked) was Dontonee. We talked and talked and talked about the sky, the water, the food, and the evils of money. He said he could talk to me all day, which I certainly loved since I am quite alone this week.

Now , the reason this is significant is because I was longing all day to interface with my neighbors who are living in the projects. I find them not scary but warm and joyful. I want to know them. The million dollar home owners are never around, or else very curt, and busy and proper.  They work their asses off to keep their million dollar narrow town homes with no back or front yards. So here was this gift given to me and we basically couldn't stop sharing our stories with each other. It was incredibly nice, since my whole life now is about breaking out of old worn out ways of being, such as "don't talk to anyone of a lower socio- economic scale" especially black  and young and male. Well, here in my world if I paid attention to my old conditioning I would be the loneliest person on the planet. No one I mean no one is friendly these days especially neighbors to each other. why should they be?  They have there tv's and their computers to keep them in place. Even Dgfrend doesn't really talk to us, only others dogs (ha Ha). maybe if I had a dog I would make people friends with my people neighbors. But that is secondary to them as people are a dime a dozen.  Are we really all alike?  Predictable and dull and all run on the same type of engine oil?  Food for thought. Food for thought.

Reach out touch a neighbor not a neighbors dog. We have a lot to love about each other, a lot to think about ....... if only...