Here is an article from the New York Times that I really like. It's not political or an opinion piece about something political. It's about life, love, and happiness.
But wait. This isn’t the divorce story you think it is. Neither is it a begging-him-to-stay story. It’s a story about hearing your husband say “I don’t love you anymore” and deciding not to believe him. And what can happen as a result.
You see, I’d recently committed to a non-negotiable understanding with myself. I’d committed to “The End of Suffering.” I’d finally managed to exile the voices in my head that told me my personal happiness was only as good as my outward success, rooted in things that were often outside my control. I’d seen the insanity of that equation and decided to take responsibility for my own happiness. And I mean all of it.
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JOE: Good morning Calliope.
CALLIOPE: Good morning Joe. Was yesterday as busy as you thought it would be?
JOE: Yes. I spent most of it running around as I thought I would.
CALLIOPE: Did you get to work on your website revisions?
JOE: Not much. I did think about things I know for sure which will be one component.
CALLIOPE: What did you come up with?
JOE; My first realization was that I am loved. I think I will start with that one.
CALLIOPE: Did you come up with any others?
JOE: I tried but couldn't get past the first one. I thought of people who don't feel loved and wonder what life must be like for them.
CALLIOPE: Good point.
JOE: I also wondered how much a part not feeling loved plays in the violence which seems to be increasing or is at least more reported in the news lately.
CALLIOPE: Maybe that will be the first of the life mysteries you plan to include.
JOE: It may well be. I will give this some thought. Talk with you tomorrow.
There has been alot of discussion this week over issues and incidents. Clearly, opinions have differed. Some in support and some against. People in this country have the blessing of freedom of speech. Sometimes we take it for granted. When the storm of comments wained, one thing became clear. We need to focus on the important things. Our health, our loves and our life.
I had time to take a breathe and plan my attack. Instead of wonder how much worse this could get, I changed direction. I went to the local stores and searched for plant seeds. Spring was about to come to my little house. The weather might have different plans but I didn't care. This is a way to focus and plan. To plot where every plant would go and to wait for the results.
My kids are an integral part of the planning. First, are there truly kid friendly plants out there? The answer of course is yes. Kid friendly isn't the issue actually. Peas, carrots, corn and the occassional fresh tomato meet with the occassional "Mom can I have another one?" I have concerns about their welfare however as I imagine my 17 month old re-inacting Godzilla scenes through the rows of plants. Things are going to get crushed like the city blocks leveled in the movies.
For the girls in my life, the pick was flowers. "Mom can we get this one?" or "OHHHHHHH, thats soooooooo beautiful." I prefer the sunny disposition of sunflowers myself.(I can't lie, I love johnny jumps ups and crocuses too.) They are rugged and friendly. These guys could survive my son and his antics. For my son, I picked peas and beans. I have never met a kid more crazy about his vegetables. This kid could eat a whole can of green beans at one sitting if given half a chance.
Just imagine his delight when they are fresh from the garden. Picked as the dew drips from the leaves. Mmmmm. I can taste it now. The peas will never make it to the kitchen.
Seeds are a cheap fix to anyones woes. A couple dollars can buy you healthy snacks that will last all summer long. Especially if they happen to be in patio pots filled with Cherry Tomatoes. Yum.
This year we are going for some larger and more exciting prospects. We have a huge lawn now. My plans for the garden will probably start small but will end up taking over an acre or so. Just kidding!! I want to try potatoes, bright lights swiss chard, corn and pumpkins. I have made attempts in the past to try some of these but I never had the right soil or location. This year it will be perfect.
I can see that the hose will need to be ready and available at all times. Bath time for the babes. I'm not talking plants either. In the past my daughters have been knee high in the soil and mud. Now I have three that I need to keep out of trouble. Guess what, the hose will be alot easier.
I look forward to the joy on their faces as the seedlings emerge from the ground. We will care for them, nurture them, and weed them. ( I have a feeling it will only be me weeding them though.) The kids will rig devices to protect the new plants from the rabbits and other critters. Then we will wait. Wait for the first of the crops. We will share them with friends and neighbors. Ahh. I feel better already.
P.S. Does anyone have a rotor tiller I can borrow? :) This is going to take some help.