The Earth Needs Our Help

I wanted to proclaim this, “Happy Earth Day,” but how can we be happy, when our planet is suffering from our pollution and exploitation of her resources. If you want to read more regarding the state of our planet, check out this link to the “Vox,” site and the article called, “7 things we’ve learned about Earth since the last Earth day.”

I’m telling you…..

Times up.

Mother Earth is dying.

We have to take action.

But what can we do?

Yesterday, instead of our usual Easter Egg hunt in our back yard, we took our children to nearby Ellison Provincial Park, for an afternoon hike. Instead of finding foil wrapped, chocolate eggs, we had our children count how many wild flowers they could find, how many varieties of lichen and moss were in the forest and asked them to identify the different kinds of trees they recognized along the way.

William, Victoria, Kathryn and Grace….at the top of the Nature Trail over looking Okanagan Lake

Victoria said, this hike was way better than any foil WRAPPED, chocolate egg she would receive on an Easter egg hunt…finding pine cones was the real treasure…we left them behind btw
This picture was snapped after the kids had a packed lunch down at the lake…on their rock!
Grace was luminous…no phone in sight…sometimes I think teenagers need Nature the most
David’s been working so hard, at his office and painting our house…we both needed this day at the lake and the hike up the mountain

The animation and joy never left our children’s faces throughout the afternoon. After enjoying the lunch I packed; veggie filled sandwiches, kettle chips, carrots and snap peas, on rocks next to the lake, we headed up the mountain. With each oxygen rich breath, my mind felt clearer. Grace and William took the lead and were quickly out of sight, exploring ahead but the little girls stayed with us on the trail. They took turns reading the various signs, placed throughout the park’s trail, educating us all with wonder on the flora and fauna we were enjoying.

Then, around a bend, the rich, green colour from the trees and the ground dotted with yellow and white wildflowers ended, as we were hit with a stand of blackened and dead trees. The once lush hillside, now dry and desolate, the chirping, bird sounds distant. The little girls were horrified at the devastation left by a forest fire, which I’d remembered ravaged part of the park a summer or two ago. Their faces told everything they were feeling, great sadness. This was the perfect opportunity, as we walked through the bare and darkened land, to talk about the health of our environment and how global warming was affecting not just our area, but the whole world. It was also a time to explain about forest renewal after a forest fire, and remind them how resilient the Earth is with a little help from us.

I think before real change can happen in the world, we need people to fall back in love with our Earth. That’s why David Suzuki Foundation’s, “The One Nature Challenge,” is so brilliant. The foundation is challenging us to spend 30 minutes a day, for 30 days, starting on May 1st, 2019. Their goal is simple;

To reconnect human beings with nature for the sake of their health and mental well-being.

At the bottom of the web sites are these words; “If you love nature, nature will love you back.” Doesn’t that say it all? Check out the link above, if you want to read more about this challenge. You don’t have to head to the forest like we did yesterday, although that would be great if you could. For those living in an urban area, head to a park, sit against a tree, let the energy rise up from it’s roots and restore you.

On the drive home from our hike, our daughter Victoria exclaimed, “that was so much better than any old Easter egg hunt,” The rest of the kids chimed in agreement on that sentiment. Then we started talking about things we can do to really make a change to help our environment.

One thing we can do is be conscious consumers and this is my focus.

During a visit at the beginning of the year, I’d asked my sister J, if she and my brother in law, B, had made any New Year’s resolutions. She inspired me with her plan to reduce their use of plastics. In their quiet way, they are always showing me a greener path. Not purchasing food wrapped in plastic was a big one. We were talking about all the sorts of veggies that are wrapped and re wrapped in non-usable plastic. One being cucumbers. For J’s birthday, I went to our local Farm Bound store that supports the organic food industry and provided zero waste products. I bought her a net bag, some cloth bags for produce, or dried goods, and those really cool waxed paper sheets that can be reused and reused. They smell heavenly of beeswax.


I think watching what we consume is a crucial first step as we have power in what we choose to purchase. A real zero waste lifestyle is easier when we buy products already in nature’s wrapping; bananas, watermelons, cantaloupes, oranges, lemons, etc. And when we can’t do that, bringing along our own bags or jars to fill is a rocking way to move closer to zero waste. Eating primarily a plant based diet is another win/win.

Hey, and on the topic of win/win, we save money and the planet, when we make our own household products like laundry soap, cleaning products and shampoo, which you can find more about under my eco- living pages.. I’ve recently read that China is changing their plastic recycling policies. If we thought our plastics in our recycling bins were magically being turned into toys etc, we better wake up. If no one is doing anything with the over abundance of plastic, where is it going? It’s everywhere now, and worse of all, it’s in the oceans and on our beaches killing aquatic life.

plastic is killing our oceans and aquatic life

I’ve been extremely conscious of our waste, in my haste to declutter our home, but I’m not fooling myself thinking all our stuff is just poof, going away….no, it’s somewhere on the earth. It makes me sick. I’d like to think our old clothes and toys etc are being used by others but more and more I read that that is not the case. As everyone is doing what I am in North America.

So finally, on this Earth day, we are doing the big, BIG, thing. Drum roll please, for I know it’s not going to be easy changing our lifestyle.

We have cancelled our garbage pick up.

I’ve been wanting to cut our garbage for a long time now but as long as that green, garbage truck rolls into our neighbourhood every Wednesday, making our can’s contents magically disappear, we never seemed to make much headway in that department. Not any longer! You’d think my husband had brought me diamonds home the day he announced that he’d cancelled our garbage pick up. Finally! He did what I’ve been moaning about for awhile now. Don’t you just love a man of action! We are now going to have to face our waste. It’s going to be stinking up our garage otherwise. Our composting will be in full tilt, our recycling will be scrutinized carefully and we will have to change our consumption habits before bringing anything home from the mall, the grocery stores, even from birthday parties~!

William helps me go through our recycling…it’s still too, too much…and I just hope it gets recycled which is my biggest fear…if it doesn’t, we have too much waste!

I hope to share this journey with you. I can tell you right now we have dropped from two bags a week, to one bag a week. Of course, we have downsized from a family of ten, to a family of six since last September. Although, our older son is coming back from law school next week for the summer and we will be back up to seven in our household, I’m thinking since he has a Science degree,(majoring in earth and environment studies), he’s not going to be a hard sell in helping us reduce our waste.

The dream is to move down from one bag of garbage a week, to one bag a month, and eventually one bag every three months. That would be my dream. Four bags of garbage a year! Although far from a mason jar, like some families, but if we can do four bags of garbage from our current level of 52 per year, wow, oh wow, that would be remarkable. And that is just our family. IMAGINE, if we all dropped our waste to just 10% percent of what we are producing now!!!

Do you want to be inspired by a master of zero waste? Check out Bea Johnson’s book or any of her YouTube videos. She inspired me a few years ago, and this Earth day will be a turning point for our family following in her footsteps. It helps that it’s almost growing season here and much of what we eat will be from our backyard.

Wrapping things up, what can we do?

There is so much…pick what resonates for your family. Walking and riding your bike more, lowering your carbon footprint. Vacationing closer to home, again, reducing high carbon transportation. Eating a plant based diet, or moving towards a zero waste family, as we are now trying to be, which will reduce the greenhouse gas emissions associated with landfills, and one of the things associated with global warming.

Before I close, I’d like to leave you with this powerful three minute video. David Suzuki tells us, “but you have to have hope,” and Chris Hadfield reminds us, “all the living things on this planet are interconnected.”

Great things happen when we come together ”

Until we meet again, may you be well, happy and peaceful.

Blessings from Hope




Love is Perfect

This week I discovered that love is perfect. Living life is not.

A week ago, I was thrilled to see the garlic I’d planted last fall starting to take off nicely. The stalks were all greening up and it looked like a good crop was in the works. Then on the weekend, when I was working in the yard, I spied my chickens pecking in my garlic bed.

no!

No!

NO!

Where were my green stalks? EVERY SINGLE stalk was gone!

I could feel the anger rise from my stomach and move throughout my upper body, right up to my neck. Choking me. I had carefully planted the garlic last fall, after sourcing out some organic bulbs. I had almost a whole bed planted and then my sister, J, gave me a bag from their 2018 harvest. I was so happy and able to complete the bed using some of their garlic. I was really looking forward to seeing the results, comparing the two kinds of garlic, later this year.

As I moved towards the raised bed, my chickens seeing me, came running towards me, their wings straight back, their bodies rocking in that silly side to side gait, that usually makes me laugh. They seemed to have big smiles on their faces as they approached. They stopped at my feet and pecked at my shoes.

“Bwok, Bwok,” they said.

Immediately, the heavy feeling I’d felt only moments before dropped and a warm, fuzzy feeling spread through my body. I had to smile and squat down to pet them. Their feathers were so soft and silky. “You are bad, BAD chickens for eating my garlic. But— — but, I still love you,” I told them.

They followed me, like faithful dogs, over to investigate my garlic bed. I noticed it was nicely turned over. So nicely turned over, that a few dried out bulbs were laying on top of the dirt. Moving my hands through the earth, I saw even my garlic bulbs were eaten. They jumped up into the bed, as I investigated their dirty work and seemed to say, “look mom, didn’t we do good?” as they continued to peck and scratch industriously through the bed.

Inhaling and then exhaling a large sigh, I thought about how only a few moments before I had been livid enough to have garlic, infused chicken for dinner. Then something happened.

An awareness washed over me.

My chickens were only doing what chickens do. Scratch, peck, and eat. They are living their life. My reaction to their destruction is just in response to me living my life. I too, want to eat. It’s funny that the smallest creatures often teach the biggest lessons.

Those of you who want to know how to garden with chickens, as in, letting them free range, let me tell you, the two don’t go together well. Our chickens will be three years old in a few days and here is what I have discovered; they will dig up ANYTHING, and love to spread it EVERYWHERE. I like to let them free range, but once I plant seeds, the only time they are able to cruise around freely, is when I’m in the backyard, watching them, ha, like a hawk.

I checked this book out from our local library and it had some great tips for gardening with a free range flock.

This incident got me thinking about another thing that made me angry this week and I wanted to share it with you.

Yes, and if you thought I was this peaceful, omming all the time, relaxed, laid back person, I hate to burst your bubble. HOPE, aka, me, is far from perfect.

F A R………from P E R F E C T!

But I also like to say, “I’m in the process.”

,This week, our neighbouring Province of Alberta, elected Jason Kenney, who is the head of the United Conservative Party in Alberta. One of his main campaign pledges, was to immediately shut off the taps of Alberta’s oil to British Columbia; the Province where I live. He said those words in retaliation for the Trans Mountain expansion project being shut down last year, and it obviously won the majority vote.


If the Trans Mountain expansion gets built it will negatively impact the southern resident killer whales


When I heard Kenney’s words, it made me angry. I was mumbling some unkind words about “red necks,” and their “big trucks” but then, that choking feeling rose higher and higher into my throat and I thought about my anger.

Anger doesn’t feel good.

I get where the voting majority of Albertan’s are coming from. (And I know this isn’t everyone…hey I have a son in Edmonton right now) Many are feeling land locked and being held hostage, unable to get their oil to market, which is creating a severe down turn in their economy. And up to fairly recently, they have been riding a wave of prosperity. Of course, they don’t want that to end. What is also unfortunate, is that they are sitting on one of the richest oil reserves in the world.

What are they to do?

What appears to be lacking, at least from my perspective, is their inability to recognize that some of us in B.C. view “our” natural resources, as strongly as they do theirs. Being stewards of our environment, we are hesitant to risk the serious consequences that would occur if there were a spill of bitumen, somewhere in our province or in the ocean. Also, when are the leaders in their Province going to admit that the oil industry is a dead dinosaur, ha. No pun intended. But seriously, there still may be a mass amount of oil in the ground but our earth is telling us loudly, that it can no longer sustain a carbon based society.

And if our planet dies, no amount of money from selling oil is going to help anyone. The health of the planet needs to be a priority. We just need to be creative and find other ways to be productive, without harming the earth, wherever we live. And being angry with one another is not going to take us anywhere.

Last summer, I had to keep our young children inside our home almost all of August, due to the intense smoke created by all the forest fires burning in our Province, which scientist say is a result of Global Warming. Also, our two older sons, who were working an landscapers to save money for their University expenses, would come home nightly, exhausted from the poor air quality, coughing and sputtering. Scientists say it’s only going to continue to get worse.

And where, you may be asking does LOVE, fit into all of this. Well, when I heard Kenney’s words toward British Columbia, I felt the same anger I had felt towards my chickens earlier in the week. Certainly it was stronger since well, a crop of garlic doesn’t compare to the seriousness of the health of our environment, but the feeling of anger was the same. Anger is anger. Also, the awareness that the only way to shift that anger out of my chest, or at least lessen it, was to infuse it with some compassion, which is the first step towards love.

Holding that anger inside would be living imperfectly, but if I shift that feeling slightly to at least compassion for what the Albertan’s are going through economically, I can start feeling the anger lift. If we are always trying to move towards feeling love, then life will be more perfect.

Then it occurred to me that Jason Kenney, with his promise to Albertans, to shut off the flow of oil to our Province, may have shot himself in the foot. I mean if your oil isn’t available, we are going to either find other oil sources, or we are going to move quickly to alternate, greener, energies. Which I believe, is something that many in our urban centres, like Vancouver and Victoria, are quickly adopting anyway. If that is the case, there will be no looking back on fossil fuels again and with his anger towards us, he will have just harmed the very industry he says he wants to help. See, no good comes from being angry….not to ourselves, and not to our neighbours.

Tomorrow is Good Friday. While I no longer walk a “religious path,” as I’ve been disillusioned by so called Christians, who do not hold love for all in their hearts which I believe is the base for having a God centered life, I still feel extremely spiritual. The teachings from my childhood, Sunday school class float up and ground me, guiding me through my imperfect life. One lesson comes to the fore front as we approach Easter and that is; to love our neighbour.

Whether it’s the chickens in my back forty, or our Canadian neighbours, in the Province east of us, I know love is perfect and is something I’m always moving towards. ….I’m in the process, in the process, in the process….!

And since this is a blog about being sustainable, living a carbon based life may not be sustainable any longer, but always, ALWAYS, being loving is.

Before I wave goodbye, I wanted to leave you with a video from Marvin Gaye’s singing, “Crazy, Crazy, Me. ” April 22nd is Earth Day and we are working hard to eliminate our garbage. It’s a daily challenge! But like shifting anger, we, as a family, are moving towards shifting away from thinking what we put in our garbage can, disappears once the garbage company picks it up. So stay tuned as I hope to share our process with you soon.

Until we meet again,

May you be well, happy and peaceful.

Blessings from Lee


Focaccia Bread and the Magic of Ordinary Days

Welcome back to my blog. Spring has arrived at long last and with it, came focaccia bread and inspiring sparks of joy. A few weeks ago, our children were off school for their two week, “spring break.” Boy, did we need a time out from our usual routine. During those two weeks, we accomplished a tremendous amount, but when I look back, the highlight was when our sixteen year old daughter, Grace, made focaccia bread. “Focaccia,” comes from the Latin word, focus meaning “hearth, or place for baking. Those two weeks ended up being a time of focus, when we grounded ourselves around the hearth and created an atmosphere where sparks of joy flew.

We started the holiday by resting first, which like bread dough, after an intense kneading session, was something we needed in order to rise to become our best selves.

Don’t you find rest can do wonders for a body? I feel as if rest is viewed negatively in our society. We seem to need to fill each and every moment and day. Even our holidays are jam packed with activities. In the week before the break, I had many people ask if we were going anywhere or doing anything over spring break. I would respond by saying, “we don’t have any great plans,” and then I would ask what they were doing, only to hear that Hawaii or Mexico were on the agenda. For our family, I knew what we needed most was to rest and gain strength. I knew we needed that in order to clear our house, clear our minds, so we could focus on what we really wanted in our lives.

In the weeks leading up to spring break, I had been watching Marie Kondo’s latest Netflix series on tidying up and decluttering. Have you seen it yet? If not, click on the link above and get a glimpse of her program. She has developed an interesting method of gathering all like objects together and then letting the things that spark joy be your guide in deciding what remains in our homes. While I thought I was rather a master at decluttering, using “this” concept, allowed me to tune in more accurately towards inner feelings of elation.

To hone this approach to a greater degree, I also read her latest book, “Spark Joy: An Illustrated Master Class on the Art of Organizing and Tidying Up (The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up).” After that, I was hooked on getting down and dirty, touching everything I owned and asking myself one question, as I held the item close to my chest, “does it spark joy?”

At first this wasn’t easy for me. I would hold the item close to my chest and often feel something, but it had more to do with, “but I may need it in the future,” rather than a zing of joy. I believe this is the residual effects of being raised by a mother who was a child during the depression and then a young woman during the World War II years. If you come from a history of lack, then the tendency is to hold on to things, just in case. As I touched each item, sometimes I would hear a tiny voice saying, “you may need that one day.” But then there was another inner dialogue occurring debating whether it was worth holding onto, maintaining and having to house the item and worst of all, using my energy again next spring picking up the same item! Disregarding both voices, I would simply ask, “does it spark joy?” If not, I thanked the item and put it in the donation box.

I know this may sound weird but this was the part that gave me the greatest joy. I absolutely loved thanking the item and then letting it go. It created this marvellous space in my life and everything around me seemed to sparkle and was suddenly very special. While I decluttered, I also took time to clean or organize what I was choosing to keep which made me feel immensely grateful for everything in our house.

One of several trips I took to donate items that no longer spark joy.
I had kept these skates for ages, thinking I would sell them on kijiji, after all each one was worth at least $60.00 dollars new, but then I decided to take them in to our school after spring break and the school was so thankful to have them for their future skating field trips. That sparked joy when I knew they would go to good use.

Can you tell what sparks joy for me most in our home from the pictures below?

Did you guess, “books?” Well you were right. I love them….they spark joy and I love surrounding myself with them and I think our children do as well. I have let go of many, and I’m not one to hoard them, but having books around me makes me happy. What makes you happiest in your home?

In the second week of spring break, my family and I started the meditation challenge together that I wrote about a few posts back. The topic was on Manifesting Grace through Gratitude. Have you been meditating with us? Today is day 21 and the title is, “Seeing with the Eyes of the Soul.” Now I won’t say everyone was enthusiastic over sitting together in a guided meditation, ahem, but I have to give our daughter Grace my thanks, for she hung in there with us throughout the week. I knew the experience was powerful for our younger children, as our daughter Victoria drew a picture during that week, of us sitting in a circle around a candle and she wrote, “I feel way better after doing medating, it also helps me to keep cam and follow my brething.”

Victoria’s picture and story

Then when the break was over, on our drive to school when everyone was feeling anxious about getting back to the routine and seeing classmates, Will remembered one of the mantras, “Namaste,” he said to me as he kissed me goodbye.

When we weren’t omming together, and while I was tidying and decluttering, David, my husband was painting the interior walls of our house a “graceful grey.” After ten years living in a home with varying shades of beige, it was time for a change. Last year, when we were on Vancouver Island, I picked up my future decorator’s palette, while walking on the beach; a piece of creamy driftwood, a grey rock, a dark blue one, a black one and a white one. Those were the colours that spoke to my heart and I knew that even though we may not be able to live at the coast right now, we could recreate those nature colours around us.

Behr’s Graceful Grey throughout the house…we plan to replace our front door but after this picture was taken, David painted the interior of the door…grey. It all looks so fresh and reminds me of the ocean
And a Galatic Tint, (blue/grey) over the horsehair brown in our master bedroom…reminds me of the lake below our house
This picture was snapped at the beginning of March….so much can change in a few weeks

Also, with us living on the hillside above the glacial formed, “Kalamalka Lake,” that has earned a moniker of, ” the lake of many colours,” due to all the minerals in the water, I felt that the grey’s and blue’s on our walls would echo what is often outside our windows. I want our house to feel like it’s part of the landscape. Our home and garden, are all works in progress and keep me grounded to this earth. Often as a society, we turn to what is trendy and wonder why we aren’t happy in our homes. If we started to look inside and ask ourselves what makes us happy; what do WE love, then and only then, will we discover authentic joy. What colours make you happy, make you feel good? Are you surrounding yourself with those?

As David and I were busy inside our home, our three youngest enjoyed the warm spring weather. They rode their bikes, jumped on the trampoline, ran in the yard, played board games, read books, played music, and helped me find what sparked joy for them.

And yes they did MATH too…here Will is solving math word problems

In the case of their clothes that was fairly easy. It it fit, it stayed and if it didn’t it went into the donation box after a blessing of appreciation. After learning, from raising our older children that kids grow fast, we try not to over buy clothes for them, making decluttering each season fairly easy. But with regards to stuffed toys, well, as I discovered, that was a totally different animal.

Hard to see but we are using Marie Kondo’s method of folding…absolutely revolutionary in our drawers!!!

One afternoon, I had our twin girls bring all their stuffed animals and pile them on the floor of my bedroom. I had them hold each animal close to their chest and had them ask themselves if it sparked joy. In most cases, they only had to pick it up and you could tell from the light on their faces that it wildly sparked joy. As we moved through the pile, to my dismay, almost every single stuffed animal sparked joy. There was little culling going to occur. Is that the right word for stuffed animals; culling?

Whatever is the right word, letting go was not something they were prepared to do. It’s funny, but they did let go easily of their “FurReal,” stuffed animals. These were the ones that actually barked or meowed, or moved in some mechanical way. Interestingly enough, these were also the ones that were the most expensive toys. I choked thinking of the money we had spent, as they hugged these stuffies one last time, thanking it before dropping it into the donation box. I had to accept that this was a part of the process and lessons for all of us. The animals that sparked the most joy were the ones that were in the worst shape. They looked well loved!

I’d like to think at the end of my days, this is how I will look.

Oh, and you may be wondering how our older daughter Grace spent her spring break? She went to the gym a lot, she worked on her piano pieces as she is hoping to complete her Royal Conservatory grade 10 next year and she spent a bit of time also tidying and decluttering her room, as she has caught the bug and understands the concept of surrounding herself with only things she loves.

She also spent a bit of time helping us cook in the kitchen, making Focaccia bread with a lovely pasta dinner one night, bagels another day and she and her siblings treated us to a pizza dinner one night, a group effort I was proud of. It was so lovely after a day of painting and intense tidying and decluttering, to light a candle, and sit down as a family, enjoying dinner together.

Grace’s Focaccia Bread Recipe (to pronounce, the first C is hard and the second make a cha sound)

Ingredients

2- 3/4 cups of flour

1 tbsp active dry yeast

1 tsp white sugar

1 tsp salt

1 cup warm water

4 tbsp virgin olive oil (3 tbsp for the recipe and 1 tbsp to brush on top before baking)

2 garlic cloves…but I like more and would use 4!

1 tsp of rosemary/ 1 tsp of thyme/ 1 tsp dried oregano/ 1 tsp basil

Opt: 1 tbsp Parmesan cheese and 1/2 cup Mozzarella cheese

Directions

In a large bowl, stir together flour, salt, sugar, yeast, thyme, oregano, and basil. Mix well and slowly add the warm water and 3 tbsp’s olive oil.

Mix well and when dough has formed a ball, turn it out onto a lightly floured surface ad knead it until it’s smooth and has an elastic feel. Lightly oil a large bowl, placing the dough inside, turning it over to coat it. Cover it with a damp, cotton cloth and place it in a warm place for 20 minutes.

Preheat oven to 450 degrees. Punch the down down and place it onto a greased baking sheet. Grace used a round cake pan. Pat down the dough to 1/2 inch high and brush with 1 tbsp olive oil and sprinkle it rosemary and optional cheese.

Bake in preheated oven for 15 minutes or until golden brown.

Serve warm with a pasta dinner…or as a appetizer with a dipping sauce of

Dipping Sauce Ingredients

1/2 cup olive oil

1/2 cup balsamic vinegar

5 minced garlic cloves

1/4 cup finely grated Parmesan cheese

1 tsp each of rosemary and thyme

Mix all together and place on a plate for dipping



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When spring break finally came to an end, our house was almost fully painted, almost every category had been thoroughly vetted. Only a few boxes of sentimental items and years of pictures are still on the to do list. We were all feeling healthy and strong, ready to focus on what is truly important to us as we head back out into the world. It’s amazing what a rest, some meditation, some tidying, some updating, and some hanging out by the hearth, eating healthy meals with your family can do for a person. I highly recommend it! So on your next break, I hope you take some time to make some homemade focaccia bread, dip it in olive oil and rosemary, and look around your house elated at things that spark joy.

I think Grace’s Focaccia bread recipe will become a family favourite, like our son Mitchell’s crazy bread recipe that he brought home from his Foods course years ago. Before I close though, I have one other thing I want to leave with you. Over spring break I watched a heart warming Hallmark movie. It reminded me yet again, that we don’t have to go far, we don’t have to travel the world, we don’t have to visit expensive restaurants, or spend our time being consumers at the mall. To find real joy, is to be present in the moment.

It’s when we are present, grateful, surrounded by people and things we love, that real sparks of joy occur At least for me. I like to talk about ways where we can live sustainably on this blog and to be moving in that direction, where we are living a lifestyle reducing our carbon footprint, and our need on Earth’s resources, well, it all comes down to living more simply. Resting our bodies, meditating, being grateful for everything in our lives, cooking and baking from scratch and spending time with our families; eating, talking, laughing.

When I watched the following Hallmark movie on You tube, called, “The Magic of Ordinary Days,” I was reminded of another time in history, just before our society took a big jump towards “modern living.” I think something was lost along the way and like an archaeologist, excavating artifacts from past societies, I think we can learn something about living more sustainably and joy filled from past generations. Just like Marie Kondo’s greatest wish, to help the whole world tidy their space and find sparks of joy, my fervent wish is for the world to find the magic in ordinary days. One evening, make a big bowl of popcorn and sit down to watch this movie ,……I will be right there with you, sparking joy!

Until we meet again, may you be well, happy and peaceful.

Blessings from Hope