For Love of Animals and Trees…

 

Professor X: [voiceover] Either way, it is a historical fact: Sharing the world has never been humanity’s defining attribute. (X-Men 2)

As I get older (officially middle-aged, though it feels a lot older), I am plagued with this odd sort of remembrance. I am remembering a lot of things about my girl self that got shoved aside in hopes of becoming somebody loved, worthwhile, hire-able, successful, popular, pretty, rich–all of which, of course, never happened (yet, anyway). So I put away a lot of stuff that made me, me, because society taught me to be ashamed of who I was (and I believed them). Though it was always still sorta there, and it would escape from time to time, as I got involved in environmental causes and animal rights causes and human rights causes. I even majored in environmental science, once upon a time, even though I really wanted to be a marine biologist, but the school I ended up at didn’t offer it. But, math didn’t really come naturally to me, so I let that dissuade me from a career in science.

I was that girl who hated to see animals hurt, even in movies, where they (purportedly) said that the animals weren’t really hurt–it was all for show. I didn’t even like to kill bugs, and tried to fight against the use of pesticides even in my small world of the family home. Even though it was “Nature’s way”, I still had a hard time seeing animals hurt or eaten by other animals. I still feel guilty over the high school dissections I performed in the 80s. I try not to even kill bugs, and feel terrible if I accidentally kill bugs, or fall back into a certain callousness to insects just because I’m tired and it’s been a long day of struggling with too-vivid dreams and depression and anxiety and worry and stress and allergies and workplace hell and I just want to make dinner and go to bed.

The point is; I am realizing what’s really important to me, after all these years. I don’t want to live in a world without animals and trees and wildness in nature. It kills me that the price of having a comfortable life as a human is yet another species going extinct or getting on the endangered list. Animals losing their homes. Trees being murdered. Rampant, unchecked, local-politician-supported-against-all-protective-laws destroying my beloved swamps and ecosystems in my home state of Florida (for example). That the trafficking of endangered species is more widespread than I could even imagine. Just to end up on a dinner plate, for vanity (decoration) or to spend life in captivity as someone’s trophy pet.

https://www.worldwildlife.org/threats/illegal-wildlife-trade

https://www.fws.gov/international/wildlife-trafficking/

So, maybe it’s partial selfishness as I enter into this transition #437–trying to figure out who I am and what kind of life I want to lead going forward. Sometimes it feels frustratingly slow, especially for someone as proactive as I am, coupled with seeing the clock run down for so many non-human lifeforms that we share (or not share) this planet with. It kills me that I’m just sitting here while non-human lifeforms are suffering and dying all around the world, because of us humans.

The takeaway? Who wants to live on a world stripped of trees and plants and birds and snakes and bugs and all the other wonderful diversity of life? Do we really want that on our conscience that we were part of an entire world destruction just because we want our Starbucks coffee and our designer clothes and diamonds and furs so that we know we are loved. What about loving other lifeforms, instead? What about appreciating and protecting the beauty that we already have? Who cares how beautiful we look in the mirror if we live in an ugly, desolate, plastic-bubble, sterile world?

 

So, take steps today. Make choices for the planet and not just for ourselves. Give up meat, even dairy. Buy organic and non-GMO foods. Start an urban garden. Adopt animals from a shelter instead of buying (inbred/puppy mill) breed animals. have your pets spayed/and neutered and keep cats indoor-only. Have yourself (the human equivalent) of spay/neuter–the world has plenty of adoptable children who need homes, too, right here on U.S. soil. Don’t wear fur or leather. Volunteer for animal rights causes. Stop using harmful pesticides and Round-up–learn about xeriscaping instead. Downsize your possessions. Reduce your carbon footprint. Don’t buy new–shop at thrift stores and purchase/remodel an older home rather than a brand-new (cheaply built) home/residence (do you really need six bedrooms and five bathrooms?).

I know I don’t want an entire planetary destruction on my conscience. So, my life going forward will be finding more ways to save the planet, outside of my usual armchair activist activities. Because I don’t want to be alone with just other humans for company. Even though I’m just one person, I want to change. And make change happen.

 

 

 

Suburbanite Wannabes

Where I live is kinda rural (by my Florida standards)…a little place that’s a short drive into Santa Fe.

It’s called Tesuque and I’m not really sure if it’s a town, a township, an extension of Santa Fe (it’s still Santa Fe County), or some other classification that I’m not familiar with…https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tesuque,_New_Mexico.

Like I said, it’s rural for me. So quiet. Horses in actual horse pastures. Lots of wild animals animals, too–deer, adorable skunk and raccoon families (good to help keep the pack rat population down), coyotes, and hummingbirds.

One Sunday I was cleaning, and I heard this weird noise out on the road. I was like “That can’t be what I think it is” so I went out and looked. Yep. It was a person riding a horse down the road. Clop, clop, clop.

There’s lots of lovely wildflowers, a gorgeous meadow within the complex itself, and did I mention the peaceful silence?

So, what’s wrong with this picture? Why am I blogging about it on my Sustainable Saturday blog?

As some of you may already know from a previous blog, it’s the mindset of the complex I live in as a whole.

I just don’t understand why people would want move into this rural, wild-ish environment, when they have such a strong suburban mentality. There are plenty of (gated?) communities in Santa Fe proper with perfectly pristine landscaped yards/landscaping. Why don’t you live there? Why do you have to come out here and ruin this lovely rural spot with your suburban wannabe mentality? To be frank, my (human) neighbours are an ugly taint on this otherwise picturesque haven. Plus, I’m also just plain pissed off that it’s twice in a row that I got woken up by a weed-whacker on my first day off after working with kids and teenagers all week. Because, by the time Saturday comes, I’m just so exhausted and drained, and just need one morning to sleep in. Just one. Yes, there was grumbling and cursing this morning. A lot of it. And I didn’t even care who overheard me. I was that pissed off. And then maybe I cried some. Which didn’t help my  already bleary-eyed fumbling as I tried to feed the cat.

Right now, the once-sunlit meadow full of beautiful waving grass is being chopped down by some guy with just a weed-whacker. (Poor guy! I imagine he’s not even making very much. If he were in Florida, he’d only be earning a pittance.) Not to mention the habitat loss of all the critters who used that meadow as sanctuary or for foraging or whatever other unseen animal activities take place in meadows.

They also routinely cut down all the lovely purple and orange wildflowers that the bees love.

So, I’m angry. Frustrated. Confused. Stressed. Hurting. Still exhausted.

But most of all, I’m heartbroken for the loss of the quiet beauty all around me that it seems only I appreciate. Well, me, and the animals and bees.

So, human neighbours, I don’t care if you smile and wave at me as you drive past. I’m not interested in being neighbourly with people like you. End of story.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How to Die the Eco-Friendly Way!

 

 

“To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.”–Albus Dumbledore

If I die, I’m not sure how I would want to be disposed of–definitely with an eye on the environment, though. I went with the modern-day interpretation of Egyptian burials for my beloved animal companions, but I’d like to be buried at sea (I’m reminded of a quote from my favourite piece of literature when I was a kid–Medea–but I couldn’t locate it on the internet. Something she said about her bones being made clean and white by the ocean. Who knows what I’m actually remembering, as it’s going back to when I was eleven or so.)

 

Anyway, here’s the usual linkys about the most green, eco-friendly ways you can be buried. According to the internet, at least.

 

Interesting article about the whole natural burial process. http://www.beatree.com/

Another Info Site: http://www.greenburials.org/

How to be Eco-Friendly when You’re Dead–The Atlantic

The Urban Death Project

Green Burials from Everplan

Proposed Burial Concept

Until then, the Bios Urn

More about Green Burials from How Stuff Works.

 

What about you? Would you choose this as an option? (While you’re deciding, make sure you have things like living wills and advance medical directives and things like that. These will protect your rights if you become mentally/physically incapacitated and unable to make decisions for yourself.)

Too Much Football and Not Enough Jeans…

 

As you probably know, there’s a lot of football on this weekend.

I have no idea what to write about, as I’m mostly watching football, and preoccupied with a bunch of other things.

(In my next life, I’m definitely coming back as a football player. Or a roller derby-er. *laugh*)

I’ve been thinking about clothes, lately. No idea why…not really the well-dressed type (sans a stint with the goth club social scene).

Even then, I went the vintage route. Generally 30s, 40s, 50s clothing handed down. Every so often, though, I’d break out the silver latex or the…1970s?…mustard yellow floor-length gown with a blue-and-pink beaded jacket. (I still have it, but all the other stuff? It’s was like size 0-2…too damn small these days.)

I kept the vintage velvet jackets, though. Most of them still fit.

I pretty much just wear t-shirts (the more sustainable/locally-made/anti-sweatshop/nontoxic, the better) and jeans, but for dressing up? Will probably go the more tailored route…(if I can ever find pants that actually fit right. C’mon, pants designers, are you all on crack in your requisite studios?!?!). Some of the clothing sites that offer a tomboy look are intriguing. (http://www.wildfang.com/http://askatomboy.blogspot.com/2014/10/10-tomboy-clothing-companies-you-didnt.html. Got others? Post up in the comments! ) I would love to find a style I can pair with these amazing bow ties that are made in Vermont. http://www.beautiesltd.com/

But you have to have money. Lots of it. And there’s still the problem of reduce, re-use, recycle, and the question of organic/sustainability of the materials.

Pants and jeans buying used to be so simple. Just go to the store, buy a pair without even trying it on, and come home. Now it’s absolutely grueling.

I hate shopping, but one day I literally had to try on over a hundred pairs of jeans. I never go to stores and try to avoid getting brand-new, but I was desperate. Since, now, I can’t even find pants that fit at thrift stores….my wonderful fail safe. (They’re probably all snapped up by the other 99.9 percent of women out there who also can’t find a damn pair of jeans that fit right.)

So, as part of this environmental revolution, clothes anarchy might just be a part of it. If us pantless women have anything to say about it. But, hell, let’s just go naked!

Shop Thrift!

(Or, find a local Drop-and-Swap event near you.)

 

Sustainable Communities and Hippie…Communes?

 

Blog Theme Song: The Smiths “Unloveable”

I kinda grew up around punks and goths and street kids (when I wasn’t around theatre people), so I only had a brief immersion with the hippie subculture.

The few times I was around a lot of hippies, they were REALLY mean. Manipulative, intolerant, discriminatory, and sometimes even downright cruel. Especially hippie guys–and they were really sexist, to boot. (I should say, the younger generation(s) of hippies.) It was such a confusing paradox, especially since the entire movement seemed geared towards peace, love and acceptance. I just couldn’t figure it out.

Yet, I do have a lot of hippie-esque qualities, if stereotypes are anything to go by, but even surrounded by green hippies in a hippie college in Vermont–I still managed to not fit in.

I guess I’ve been thinking about this, lately, because I don’t really seem to make friends easily, and have always been kinda a social misfit, even within the inclusive shelter of goth/punk scene. I’m not sure exactly why, yet (still trying to figure it out)–whether it’s bad people skills (but I’m great at customer service jobs), or introversion, social awkwardness, inherently a loner, or just the luck of the Chaos Fairy, I really don’t know. I mean, animals like me, for the most part, so I can’t be all bad, right? *laugh* Even wild animals and  domesticated animals who aren’t comfortable with strangers–they tend to be drawn to me. Which is helpful when rescuing hawk babies, spiders, orphaned raccoon babies, jaywalking turtles, or stray cats, dogs, rabbits, etc.

So, I’m not really unlikable, I don’t think, for somebody who is often disliked or misunderstood. Animals are great judges of character,  don’t you think?

Anyway, enough with the self-indulgent moping.

For Sustainable Saturday, I decided to make a list of some socially and eco-conscious (or, other off-the-grid) planned communities, in case you want to escape the suburban mania and live a more…connected?…life. And, if you find your utopia, will you save a place at the community table for a mixed-up Chaos Fairy? I’ll bring some old-world fairy magic! *laugh*

Lost Valley

http://hippybloggers.com/want-to-live-a-simpler-life-so-did-they-check-out-these-modern-alternative-communities-that-exist-today/

Hippie Havens

http://www.theplaidzebra.com/the-last-free-place-in-america/

Lasqueti Island

http://www.ic.org/directory/communes/

Christiana

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/08/21/utopias_n_3768023.html

 

 

 

Old vs. New (homes/livespaces)

Take a guess which side the Chaos Fairy falls on? *laugh*

Yep, I support fixing up old buildings…on top of the eco-friendly benefits, I’m an advocate for historic preservation.

I’m a bit bothered by the current trend where everything has to be brand-new…new houses and the resurgence of (gated and bland) suburban communities. Yuk. People have even said they don’t want to live in a house that somebody else has lived in.

So, here’s some articles I found that examine/study the benefits of restoring an older home (over building new).

http://grist.org/cities/this-old-house-why-fixing-up-old-homes-is-greener-than-building-new-ones/

http://20somethingfinance.com/5-reasons-to-buy-an-old-home-vs-a-new-home/

http://ecovisionslc.org/age-old-question-whether-build-new-remodel/

And, if you have a historic home (or are looking to buy one), the National Trust is a good place to start.

https://savingplaces.org/preservation-magazine#.V5v_9bgrK00

https://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/

http://intoorg.org/

Any other sites re: reusing/remodeling old homes you’d like to recommend?

 

Sustainability of Self…

 

I’ve been having this incredibly detailed dreams. My dreams are usually pretty immersive, but, lately, they have been like living another life. Or three, or four, in one night.

Not sure what the (practical) explanation is. Or even what message they are trying to tell me. A few are more simple, but also just as confusing. Because they’re dreams, yet they seem to be building a connection with…something. And, my rational side is saying “They’re just dreams, you tw*t.” *laugh*

So, I woke up after another parallel dimension dream, and felt a bit blue. More than usual, anyway.

Wondering about the place of humans on this planet, when humans just seem to be destroying everything they touch. And where my place in all this madness is. I’ve always been sort of activist-orientated…outspoken, my actions geared towards fighting social injustice, saving animals by the truckloads, loving wild plants and trees that embody the spirit of kismet and serendipity that are perfect symbols of resistance against stereotypical human desire for order and control.

Can it be possible to pull ourselves and our world back from the brink? The geographical history of the planet says yes–because our time (humans, that is) on this planet will be but a blink in the eye of the earth’s life span.

I’ve sort of renewed small ways to reinvent my life…annoyingly slow baby steps for someone as aggressively proactive as myself…but (without seeming like I’m trying to get your pity)…this current life transition has been pretty intense, even for one well-used to chaotic shifts and subsequent rebuilding. And, I just feel like I’ve made so many mistakes–taken wrong paths, and made some not-so-right choices.

I’ve restarted the process of downsizing my books. I’m attempting to meditate. I’m taking  a good, hard look of where I got off track with my life (another way to look at it, is figuring out what path I need to be on.). I’m trying to get rid of a lot of inner baggage, and bring myself back in tune with the things that are important to me and to this planet–nature, animals, conservation, plants.

Arrgh, I’m not explaining this very well, because it’s still sort of emotion- and instinct-based and a little muddled up in my head.

Especially when it feels like the planet and its inhabitants doesn’t have time for me to be stuck in an egocentric/ego-gratifying pool of introspection. (Not that I think I’m going to be the sole person that’s going to save the world, mind you!)

But something does need to shift on a consciousness level within myself in order to help change the world. However small that change is. Whether it’s meditation, action, ass-kicking, healing, opening one’s self to the world around us–I’m still trying to rebuild my toolkit to restore balance in a self and a world that feels like it’s gone mad.

A poetic tweet that was posted from a public figure made all the difference in my little world this morning. They’re probably used to being in the spotlight, but I would feel awkward in posting the link here, but it really gave me a pick-up-me regarding unlimited possibilities of spirit and self. I’ll leave that post to serendipity’s magic for others to find.

Going to try this out in a bit, courtesy of the Forest and Crow blog I follow: https://forestandcrow.com/2016/07/23/20-things-to-be-grateful-for-a-written-meditation-for-restoration/

Now, go out, be mindful of all creatures and growy things (even “weeds”), and change yourselves, and the world, while you’re at it.

 

(Feel free to share mindfulness, consciousness-raising, and other mindfulness techniques in the comments below.)