What was once inaudible or barely perceived, now echoes in the refuge of my waters.
It comes from afar, to bring to this present the sounds that harmonize memories.
From the low tone, red, ancestral and seismic U, I appreciate my flat feet, anchored to the earth.
The u vibrates in the connections between the outside and the inside, from the mountains of my native Colombia, in the estate of my origins, to the autumn of this intimate and latent awakening.
The u creates bridges in my tubes, the u makes a radiant, orange, and expansive light flowing to the plains of my womb. Paths that become clear, illuminating the dew of my vase, honoring the fertility that so often gave birth in silence.
I breathe an anticipatory song. You call me, make me remember myself.
I dance, laugh, play. Fusion. I listen to the meaning of the letters and vowels in my names and surnames. I am.
Here is my lineage sustained in the natural resonance of the wind, which from the top of a lush green with yellow flowers, proclaims my childhood free and wild.
I wish to see you, I follow your U’s. You, who see in the intrinsic shadows of the mist, find me, and I discover you in intuition. You sing what I need to hear.
Now my singing is accompanied by intention, and in frequency with emotions, so that the currents flow, stripping away the stagnation in forgetting me.
I have been deaf to the external noise and to those who shout imposing their discourse; silent to the hustle of the big city, with its avenues distracted by the volume of sleepless appliances.
Even more so, you remain there, suspended between two worlds, that of those who give and those who listen.
You and my voice, an honest bond in day and night chords, expanding. I am no longer prey.
You gift me tunes and claws, and I, alone, and in freedom, and healing, I hoot.
My dearest Nature-led friends, where has the time gone?
I am fine. I didn’t intend to have such a long break in posting. I’ve been looking for a job. As many of you know, looking for a job is a full-time job in itself. Each version of my resume is carefully crafted to match the keywords and phrases of the job posting in an attempt to get pass the algorithms sieving through the applicants for HR. Each cover letter is earnestly prepared in hopes of convincing a pair of human eyes that yes: I have the skills, I have the desire, and I have done my research about your company.
If I’m lucky, I’ll get a form letter notifying me of my rejection. It was nice that the rejection email I received on Christmas Eve was written by a sympathetic human. I admit that I still locked myself away for a five-minute pity party in the bathroom afterwards because I’d had such high hopes of getting an interview for that one. Most of the time it’s silence. It spreads for weeks while I keep applying to new opportunities so that I don’t have to think about it. I’m told networking is the golden key.
I know lots of lovely people, but ‘leveraging’ their help sounds insincere to me and I’ve never been accused of being insincere! My best asset is that I’m stubborn. My worst asset is that I’m stubborn. A double-edged sword that stubbornness! It runs in the family. I don’t like to ask for things. I prefer to be the helper not the helped. I’d make a terrible damsel in distress! I’d rather be the knight’s ass. I mean steed, but let’s be honest, they aren’t famous for their stubbornness and donkeys are more practical in some terrain. When not applying for paying employment I continue with the invisible labor of being a caretaker. A wife, mother, daughter, environmentalist, engaged community member, and all-around do-gooder.
Job Search Dilemma
One of the issues I face is that job search engines and LinkedIn organize open positions by job title. I get it. It makes sense. I, however, don’t care what my job title is. I care about doing work that matters and making the world better. This means spending more time pruning through endless possibilities. I would love to teach rats to sniff out earthquake survivors or landmine! What kind of job title would that be? It can’t be rat handler because that’s what some pest control people are called. I could be a Program Assistant, Program Coordinator, Research Assistant, Team Lead, Trainer/Presenter, Communication Specialist, Writer, or Technical Writer just make it nature and community focused! These are all “me” and so much more to varying degrees of experience.
Alternatively,
I’m strongly considering creating my own business, but it’s intimidating. I’m fearless in so many ways, but not with the idea of putting myself out there as a business. What if I run afoul of a government form or tax mistake? Freelance writing and editing gigs are a clear possibility, but my friends and family also think I would be a great at coaching and/or consulting. I’m thinking of something similar to a Home Organizer but making it nature-led. Helping people live better lives to reduce stress, save money and save the planet. I know a lot about minimalism principles, biophilic design, planting, landscape design and just this week I became a Certified Habitat Steward from the National Wildlife Federation so I can help people do that too.
The classes were fun, and a couple of friends are exasperated with me because I keep taking classes that I could be teaching! It’s so much easier to be an audience member though, right? I enjoy the enthusiasm of my fellow classmates as they learn about things for the first time. Maybe I could compliment the classes by offering personalized in-home consultations to help their dreams become closer to reality. I prefer working with adults, families, or community groups. I enjoy a high level of organizational challenges.
Would you pay someone a sensible fee to help you get your home and life in order in a way that aligns with your intrinsic values? Or does it only sound like a nice idea, but something you wouldn’t pay for?
I’m open to your ideas, thoughts, and suggestions. I value honesty, please don’t feel the need to worry about offending me! I’m a rugged American, remember? If you punch me in the face I just get back up and say, “Well a fine ‘Hello’ to you too, pardner!”
~A Tangent~
Ah dear, there I go mixing metaphors like some kind of crazy cocktail. Horses and donkeys; knights and cowboys. We’ve got everything here in America! My friend Takeshi once said I was the most Samurai person he’d ever met. I take that as a high compliment from an authentic Japanese person! Once a group of coworkers threatened to launch a thousand ships in my honor. I really have no idea what that was all about. It was somebody else’s tangent and it’s all Greek to me! In a nutshell, I’m America, a crazy, irrelevant chaotic genius! Ugh, somebody put me to work already! I’m spending too much time with myself!
Thank you for visiting!
I do so very much hope to get back to discussing things like my coyote neighbors and something I call ‘land lasagna’ in upcoming posts. I just need to sort some things out first. I’m lacking structure beyond my own tree.
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Mycelium: a root-like structure of a fungus consisting of a mass of branching, thread-like hyphae. It is the primary way in which trees communicate. What Suzanne Simard’s research was coined as “the Wood Wide Web.” I highly recommend her book by the way called, Finding the Mother Tree.
It’s the argument that people should have access to the parts needed to fix machinery, computers, appliances, and any other large purchase items. We lose this right to fix our purchased items when manufacturers require specialized tools inaccessible to most people. For example, instead of using a common nut or bolt to do the job they make a specialized widget requiring a specialized tool that is only accessible through them or a contracted vendor. The manufacturer may also attach additional requirements such as requiring someone to be “Authorized” or “Certified” through their training program, which of course, has to be paid for and may require materials fees such as books and/or require a re-certification or annual membership fee. This can also be called “gatekeeping”: limiting access to something in order to make it more valuable. It’s also a practice of what we in the United States call “nickel and diming”: when a business or person tries to get every last bit of change out of your pocket by creating add-on fees. Several notable companies that have a monopoly in their business sector are notorious for either steep or numerous add-on fees.
Why it matters
I come from a family of “fixers.” We always try to fix things before throwing them away or repurpose them. Originally our intent was not to save the planet from excess garbage, but to save money. Nowadays, I do try to fix and repurpose things for both ambitions; to save money and the planet from unnecessary waste. There is no more wasteful practice than planned obsolescence and fast fashion. There’s very little profit in offering parts to repair things, especially when you can just force the customer to buy a new one. When it becomes adopted as an industry standard all you have to do is convince the public that your newer version is much better. Sometimes the product really is better than what was previously offered, but other times, it’s just small tweaks that a customer may or may not notice or even want.
You might notice that I keep calling us “Customers”, but to many businesses they prefer to call us “Consumers” in hopes that we might be hungry like a school of piranhas ready to snap up whatever their offering. Language matters. Many companies want us to be the greedy, capitalistic public that they portray us to be. In a future post, I’ll cover why language matters in advertising and marketing.
When our washing machine broke several years ago the sales guy was giving us his spiel and ended with something to the effect of, “…this should last you five or six years which is fine because people want to change their appliances by then.”
I couldn’t’ stop my face from expressing exactly how I felt about that statement. Had it been said in words would have translated to “The #@$%, you say? How dare you mistake me for a fool?!?!” He panicked and quickly muttered about suddenly needing to do something way “over there” which was the farthest point away from us in the showroom and near a fire exit. I rarely intentionally intimidate people, but sometimes it happens naturally when they try to feed me malarky (aka rubbish.)
The most significant cases currently going through the U.S. legal system is a fight against John Deere tractors and Apple Inc. Farmers, have always been a social class of doers and fixers in our society out of necessity. Growing up rural myself, I’ve always admired the ingenuity of the farmers and machinist around me. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I read about the John Deere case. Sowing and harvest seasons are stressful enough. You can’t expect one certified repairman to cover an entire farming community of say sixty square miles of farmland, for example! That would be insane! Most traditional working American farms are hundreds of acres. You also have to fix the machine wherever it comes to a stop which is likely in the middle of a field. (1 sq mile = 640 acres/ ~ 259 hectares)
At its most basic definition a Maker Space is a place where people can gather together to make or repair a variety of things from lamps and vacuums to computer hardware. There is also the term “Repair Cafes” which is in the same vein. Both create a sense of community and encourage a curiosity for how things are made. You can find them both privately run or hosted and/or sponsored by different venues. My local library has makerspace classes and sessions that provide the space, the training, and access to a few key expensive equipment items. For example, two library branches in the county library system allow free access to 3D printers. You attend a safety training/how to class, bring your materials and if not part of a specific class session, then sign up for a 2-hour time slot to use the machine on your own.
Maker Spaces range in variety of complexity and offerings. From computer-related to arts and crafts projects. “Craft cafes” are another popular option that allow a meeting space and community atmosphere for those looking to paint, sew, crochet, etc. Some maker spaces hold themed events to keep community participants engaged.
Maker spaces try to be as inclusive as possible to all. Some are free and some require a small fee. I think these opportunities to build things together is important to have in a society where an epidemic of loneliness is taking over. It offers a safe space for people to be part of a community who aren’t interested in attending a church, or a sports or music-related venue.
Why they matter.
Makerspaces matter because having a sense of community is vital to us all! We are social creatures, even those of us who are introverted want to be a part of something bigger, but at our own comfort level. Sometimes it’s nice to sit in a room with other people and just do your own thing. It’s why writers like sitting in cafes. There’s a difference between being alone and being lonely. As much as I love my home and family, sometimes I just need to get away and meet new people, or I want them to get out of the house!
After talking with several friends in their 70s and 80s I’m starting to see a lack of places where older men feel wanted and interested in going. The women go out to connect with friends and trying new things, but the men don’t seem to know what to do with themselves. I’m concerned about how many people at all age levels comment on feeling adrift and disengaged from the rest of society. Makerspaces and the right-to-repair offer opportunities for feeling a genuine sense of accomplishment and a sense of community when done as part of a group. We need more physical spaces that bring us together without demanding we buy something.
Makerspaces can be found all over the world. Here’s a brief introduction and highlights of five Makerspaces including one in Brazil, India, and Senegal. The other two mentioned are in the U.S.
The Nature-led Life 