where it's going

So why is this so important to me now? Several reasons.

First, I'm tired of feeling like a hypocrite--praising organic and natural living while buying the same old crap because it's cheap, or easy. I'm learning it doesn't have to be expensive. Last week at West Oaks Farm Market potatoes were $.49/lb. At the grocery store they were over $1/lb. So with some careful price-watching, it can actually be cheaper. And yes, there is more work involved cooking dinner every night. It's a challenge to cook things I've never tried before. But it's an adventure every time. Admit it, eating the same five things every week gets boring!

Second, as you can probably tell I have some very strongly held feelings about the right and wrong of things. I want to live my principles.

Third, I have a family. I have a husband fighting the negative effects of years of unhealthy eating, and a baby daughter that I want to raise right. I don't care if we have donuts for breakfast once in a while, but I believe it's important to teach kids good eating habits early on. I want us to be healthy together. I've seen people feed their babies good nutritious food but as soon as the child can eat what the grownups eat, it's all chicken nuggets and mac'n'cheese. I've seen what happened to my husband and how hard it is for him to break his old habits, how he struggles with his health--I don't want that for my child. And I want to help him too.

Fourth, it's fun. I love going to the farmers' market and being presented with a beautiful array of fresh goodies. I like talking to the person that grew my food. I like growing my own, even if it's just a few herbs to add to the pot.

Normally I don't do this kind of thing, but there's an Indigo Girls song that sums up how I feel. So I'll leave you, Internet-style, with song lyrics.

"Hammer And A Nail"

Clearing webs from the hovel
a blistered hand on the handle of a shovel
I've been digging too deep, I always do.
I see my face on the surface
I look a lot like narcissus
A dark abyss of an emptiness
Standing on the edge of a drowning blue.
I look behind my ears for the green
Even my sweat smells clean
Glare off the white hurts my eyes
Gotta get out of bed get a hammer and a nail
Learn how to use my hands, not just my head
I think myself into jail
Now I know a refuge never grows
From a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose
Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose.
I had a lot of good intentions
Sit around for fifty years and then collect a pension,
Started seeing the road to hell and just where it starts.
But my life is more than a vision
The sweetest part is acting after making a decision
I started seeing the whole as a sum of its parts.
My life is part of the global life
I'd found myself becoming more immobile
When I'd think a little girl in the world can't do anything.
A distant nation my community
A street person my responsibility
If I have a care in the world I have a gift to bring.