“The world has a garbage problem.”
Sweden is taking a giant step in the right direction by recycling 99% of their trash as described in the video below. They incinerate about half to make energy, but first, they sort out the organic material, metals, glass, etc.
My husband gets excited about composting. Having discovered first hand how 40% of the produce grown in this country is wasted, he does what he can to divert local organic material from rotting in the landfill, and dreams of a large scale composting operation that would create and capture energy. He’s always going on about black soldier fly larvae and worms being so helpful in breaking down garbage. I don’t mind him going on about it, because I know it’s a good thing.
I tend to be more localized to the home front, saving banana peels in the freezer, and putting everything I can in the recycle bin. I’ve recently started saving plastic reusable to-go containers from a couple of the more eco-friendly restaurants and taking them with me when we go out to eat where the only take out containers available are made of styrofoam. I don’t care if anybody thinks this is weird. That’s how much I hate styrofoam, which I say like a cuss word, because it can take up to one million years to decompose, and is typically refused by recycling companies.
Now, if I can just remember to take those canvas bags to the grocery store!
We can all make a difference, one step at at time.
What’s something you do, or would like to do to reduce, reuse or recycle?
This post reminds me of all the times I’ve run or walked through the rain. A summer rain shower is generally safe and refreshing. But making the decision to stand, walk, or run through any rain brings feelings of excitement, bravery, and adventure, not to mention the urge to sing!
Originally posted on Eric Tonningsen's "Awakening to Awareness":
“The tragic or the humorous is a matter of perspective.” ~ Arnold Beisser
Most of my posts take four to five minutes to read. Today, in lieu of 400-500 words, this four minutes video.
“A washing.” I like that perspective.
You may have seen a video or two of a person with no legs doing amazing things. But this one is particularly interesting. It has a relationship twist pointing us to a greater awareness that there are no accidents, and anything is possible.
Watch this video about Jennifer Moceanu:
Why was a girl with no legs so drawn to admire the gymnast who resembled her?
Did she somehow sense there was a special connection between them?
What are the qualities that empowered Jennifer to be successful?
Did God put her with parents who would empower her?
So many questions and so many possibilities.
We are stronger than we think.
We are more than we know.
We are deeply loved.
An easy and effortless life sounds wonderful. It’s not easy for me to wrap my brain around, but I know anything is possible. I have had more easy and effortless moments in my life as I grow wiser. I’m re-blogging this so I can read it again and again. Thank you Celia Hales!
Originally posted on MIRACLES EACH DAY:
“Not one day is meant to be lived in a struggle with what it brings. (The Treatises of A Course of Love: ‘A Treatise on the New,’ 2.21)”
1 – Fighting Life
What a reassuring statement this passage is! We do not have to “fight” life, and indeed we are leading ourselves wrongly when we try. We learn that acceptance is the way to the real life, the true life. An awakened individual, about whom I once read, said that his secret was that it did not matter to him what happened. This reminds us of Paul in the New Testament, when he asserts that, whatsoever state he is in, therewith he has learned to be content.
2 – The Past
Many of us have struggled through long years of turmoil, drama, and anxieties—filled with pain and sometimes suffering. How we view our past lives is largely a matter of…
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This story is long, but well worth reading. It does and excellent job of explaining addiction and reminds me that sometimes success is not in the length of sobriety but in the moments of hope and knowing love is not dead. Because those moments can be carried on to someone else.
Originally posted on takingthemaskoff:
“Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature’s laws wrong, it learned to walk without having feet. Funny, it seems to by keeping it’s dreams; it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared. You see you wouldn’t ask why the rose that grew from the concrete had damaged petals. On the contrary, we would all celebrate its tenacity. We would all love it’s will to reach the sun. Well, we are the rose – this is the concrete – and these are my damaged petals.”
Here we are one day in a meeting talking about patients. What I hear is “she just pops them out and then we end up paying for them.” What they are referring to is this patients 7 children that she has. The staff are upset…
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“How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me?
How long shall I have perplexity in my mind and grief in my heart, day after day? How long shall my enemy triumph over me?
Look upon me and answer me, O Lord my God. Give light to my eyes, lest I sleep in death.
Lest my enemy say, “I have prevailed over him.” and my foes rejoice that I have fallen.
But I put my trust in your mercy; my heart is joyful because of your saving help.
I will sing to the Lord, for he has dealt with me richly. I will praise the Name of the Lord Most High.”
This psalm takes me back to the grief…the pain of separation after being married for 20 years, followed by an unexpected divorce. I believed that my husband and I would grow old together, that when the kids were grown, we would travel across country in an RV like my parents did.
The grief was most intense on August 18th, the anniversary of my first marriage – the one I believed would last until death parted us. I could not understand how God could have let this happen. I felt deserted and confused.
Even I didn’t know what a wreck I was after the divorce, until I woke up from the nightmare of a sick rebound relationship.
In the years that followed, I wondered what was wrong with me, that I couldn’t find anyone right for me to date, let alone, marry. It seemed like I was alone for a long time, but in retrospect, it wasn’t that long, and I was never alone.
God was with me the whole time. My guardian angel walked beside me, shaking her head in exasperation. And Jesus, the Good Shepherd, was always there, lighting the path of love, that led back to the fold.
Jeremiah 29:11 was my life preserver.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give your hope and a future.”
Maybe God wanted me to be single so I could accomplish more, because relationships do take time and effort, even the good ones. And the unhealthy relationships, well, they can be insanely distracting, taking us way off course…
(Or maybe not off course, but learning what we need to change to be ready for the gift.)
What I know now is that I had to work on me, and be a better parent, and draw closer to God. I had to love myself and do what was right for me as a single person. I kept going to the church where I felt accepted and cherished. I kept working and learning, singing and enjoying creation. I kept putting one foot in front of the other, loving the family and friends who walked beside me.
And God did have a plan!
Now, August 18th is just another summer day with the love of my life. God has dealt with me richly, with many blessings, including bringing my soul mate to me when the time was perfect.
In times of uncertainty, I must remember God’s mercy and let my heart be joyful!