Q. What's white and can't climb trees?
A. A yoghurt.
I've been told speeches should always begin with a joke. It's a pretty lame one, but it was the funniest thing I'd ever heard 25 years ago, when I first heard it.
I'm reminded of it because there's a questionable jar of something on our sunniest window ledge. I hope it's on its way to becoming yoghurt - but I'm not sure exactly what it is now (other than white, lumpy and kind of worrying).
What else is new? There's a worm farm in our bathroom, and organics in the fridge. I'm refashioning rather than buying a new suit I need for work. I have found reserves of domestic ingenuity that I never knew existed (and that I could never confess to in my workplace or normal social circles). Why is it that those feel like things to be ashamed of?
But there's a whole new kind of ... is it? ... yes it's pride ... in being more deliberate about how we live. And in making tentative, whispered connections with other people who are doing the same.
I find it endlessly exciting, energising, amplifying, to think this is part of something bigger.
It's a kind of magic. Like yoghurt.
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2 comments:
I love the title of your blog.
I think yoghurt is a very funny thing - marketing never mentions its texture, appearance or how it is made, all of which are disgusting if you think too much, but it is delicious, useful AND fun to make.
Welcome to the world of blogging.
PS Don't worry about what the kids pick up at the cousins (except lice!). They will make their own choices after they try out the alternatives.
Thank you for coming Donna, I've been a fan of Enough for so long that I thought I'd finally get out there.
Like the authors at Enough, this author wondered why. what compels me to blog about it all? Is it just a higher-tech version of the "John Doe was here" I used to see graffiti-ed onto school desks? Especially as, until your comment, it looked like no one was even reading.
But I love the theory that we are tapped into a kind of community / spiritual grid. Aside from a small group of coworkers, family, and friends, (sadly, in that order) our world is no longer accommodating of that very human need for spiritual connection.
Thanks for your encouragement.
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