It is saddening when we hear someone died. We think of the deceased as not being able to do more in life. Give or take one’s view on the afterlife, we can usually agree that this form of life, as we understand it, stops when someone dies. That if they had not died, they would have time tomorrow and the next day. Tomorrow would have been another day, an extension of their life, another unit of life they would have had.

With that in mind, think of this.

I go to work, time out of my life, my life units. I can’t get those life units back; I only have so much life, so much time. In exchange, my employer gives me monetary units, called money. Monetary units, money, dollars, they are made, wasted, burned; there is more money than there is gold to back it.

Time versus money, it’s very subjective. I’m not here to tell you your doing anything wrong. I’m suggesting you really look at what is important to you. I guarantee one day will be your last. Don’t waste your time, your time is your life and it’s in short supply. You can’t buy any more life, and life is consumable.

Another thing to think about, the quality of your life during your life span. Let’s say you always wanted to go skydiving. You were going to do it when you were 20, but you were busy with college. At 30 you had little kids, 40 was a whirlwind of mortgage payments and auto loans, at 50 the kids were in college, 60 you had that tax audit. Now at 70, you’re ready to retire, kick back and go skydiving? Not at all that a 70 year old couldn’t sky dive. Just that it’s not usually done by 70 year olds, and that’s for a reason.

Just some things to think about. Make the most out of your day. Peace!

Blessed Be! 

Greetings Yall,

It’s been awhile! I’ve been traveling here, there, and yonder. It’s been good but I’m running behind at home. One Angora still needs sheared and it’s starting to get cold. The house is a mess; still have a half unpacked suitcase in the living room. I’m working on it.

Did I tell yall we are working on a yurt? The idea is to be able to be more self sufficient, more simplified, more in touch with life. Our yurt plans are very simple, no fancy stuff. Just the bare necessities.

It’s not too far off from my current life or living environment. I don’t have an electric can opener, I buy most of my clothes at the Salvation Army, and we had a supper of noodles and white sauce. I do have this problem with clothes though. I don’t spend a lot of money on clothes, but I hoard them. Doesn’t matter that I don’t wear them, I can’t seem to let them go. Some weird condition I guess.

I’m at odds with myself. One part of me is the kitchen witch, stuff everywhere, save everything, all at arms length. I took the cabinet doors off in the kitchen. All things that are important to me need to be near me, out in the open, apart of my surroundings and apart of me. I’m not one to put something away for safekeeping.

Another part of me says to get rid of excess, simplify, and question everything and it’s purpose. Yet another part of me asks, how to get rid of excess? I don’t want to add to the garbage piles that litter the Earth. For example; I can’t count how many toasters we have. With three kids entering adulthood, I’ll give them all a toaster and still have at least one left over. I don’t even use a toaster and I don’t see the need for one in the yurt.

We went to the canyons the other day. It's a state park, but it is so remote, the only people that go there are locals, or they are lost. Usually at some point(s) my husband and I end up taking off our clothes and making love every time we go. It's a very spiritual place.

I'll leave the topic of "open expressions of affection" for another blog. But you probably already know where I stand on it.

There were others there that day. I don't think they were lost, and I know they weren't from around here. Two guys bicycling. You can't really ride a bike there, it's too rocky and the paths are over grown. They had to pack their bikes in. We kept waiting for them to leave, but they didn't. We kept saying to each other, why are they still here, when will they go, they are just sitting there. So we left. Not a big deal, it's just a few miles away from us. I'm glad for them they got to experience the canyons. It's a very special place for us, I'm sure they were enjoying it too. By their gear, they seemed to be city folk. 

When we were leaving it occurred to me. What if they were saying the same thing. What if they were waiting on us to leave so they could take off their clothes and maybe make love.

I felt like a hypocrite. At least I saw it. I don't really know what I would have done if I'd have thought of it before we left. My husband and I are monogamous. But it's a big area, we could have all had our space. But how would I have approached them on the subject? Hey, want to get naked? Good, so do we, we'll go over here.

Something else that irks me, maybe about myself, maybe about society.The bicyclists were taking off their shirts and jumping in the water. I always feel discriminated against in times like these. Some have said I have "penis envy". I don't think that is correct. Why can't I take off my shirt and jump in? For one, if the park ranger showed up, I'd be in trouble, not them. 

Maybe I should have just done it. Maybe I'm upset with myself for not having the courage to say society is wrong. Could it be that I am the one who is wrong? Women should have breast coverage in public. 

I've nursed three kids, I'm 41. I have a naturally sagging pair of breasts. I don't wear a bra so I don't know my cup size, maybe a B. I'm not interested in being looked at or admired in my nudity. I just want to feel, the water, the wind, the sun on my skin. Just like a man does when he takes off his shirt.  

My nipples are pierced. I wonder how that would have added to the equation.  

I work in the medical field. I see mastectomy patients all the time. What if I had no breasts, would I then be able to take my shirt off and not be "indecently exposed"? I doubt it.

I'm just about so frustrated with the American culture, if I didn't have to work the next day, I just might have taken the risk of spending the night in jail. Isn't that what happens when a person takes off more clothes than our society allows? I don't really know. But I'm sure not going to apologize.

Now my argument starts to get all off track. Am I arguing for an equality in spirituality? I see my nudity not as just stripping, but as sky clad. I have an attraction to the sun more than the moon. Am I arguing for male/female equality, in what is socially acceptable? Cultures around the world are comfortable with female breasts. Another issue, had I exposed myself and been raped by those there that day, it would have been looked at as my fault for taking my shirt off, I encouraged it.

I know for the most part I'm preaching to the choir. I'm thankful to be able to rant here on Covenspace.