Can it be done? Is it really possible to eliminate GMO’s from our diets and our homes?
Lately, we have felt compelled to try.As I have gotten older and more aware of these remaining years I have to move around in this earthly body, I’ve become more interested in how my health and mood are affected by the things I eat, drink and breathe.
My husband was first to begin the research. Our daughter has wavered back and forth between vegetarian and vegan for the past few years. All the while, I’ve been content to eat whatever…. but adding goodness like kombucha to offset the toxins.
My main concerns were the cost and convenience. We shop at Aldi and Trader Joe’s mostly. I knew that both had organic options and non-GMO labeled products. I just wasn’t sure if it was possible to make an actual meal plan off of non GMO foods for a reasonable amount of money. If it wasn’t going to be affordable enough to carry out for the long haul then why start in the first place.
Every few months, a group of friends and I gather together to give.
There was a wreath making party to support a friends adoption in December. Shoe cutting to support Sole Hope in April and in June, we made over 600 sandwiches for the Operation Sandwich project of Charlotte’s Urban Ministry.
My goal for these posts is to show you just how easy it is to gather a group of friends and neighbors to give to one of many needy organizations or individuals. It takes a little prep and a little promotion, but it is worth it. So very worth it when you see others wanting to give and getting excited about the difference that is being made.
Many of us are skinny as children. Bony, lanky, slim, and then we blossom as we come of age where we fill out and take on a new struggle to go back to skinny, if you will.
I barely blossomed.
I weighed 104 pounds on my wedding day and 128 pounds at my last OB appointment before my first child was born. I ate whatever I wanted and worked out a minimum amount. I did not own a scale until a few years ago.
When you live in a small body, where changes in size are minor, you barely notice until one day when your pants don’t fit or your arms look jiggly, or your husband has a health scare and starts watching his cholesterol and loses 25 pounds, and then weighs the same as you. Ouch! You find the scale and step up on it…with a number in mind.
The Enneagram is fascinating. As in….I am fascinated by it.
As far as personality tests go, it gets me.
Answer a series of questions, and get thrown into 1 of 9 personality types. It’s interesting to say the least…and amazing, mortifying and humbling…if I can be truly honest.
The cool thing about this assessment is that, not only does it tell you your personality type, it also tells you what your personality becomes when you’re threatened and hurting or when you’re healthy and fulfilled.
This is the second (first official) event of the Gather to Give community that I recently started with some of my friends and neighbors. If you’d like to read more about the purpose of Gather to Give, go HERE to catch the vision.
I first heard about Sole Hope a few years ago at the Allume blogging conference in Greenville S.C. Being a nurse, I was immediately drawn to their mission of healing the feet of children in Uganda and then providing them with shoes to combat the overall problems of foot health that result from their unprotected feet.
Last Spring, my daughter spent a semester as an intern at a Young Life camp in Colorado. It was there that she learned about Kombucha. When I visited her in March, she encouraged me to taste it. But before I tasted it, I smelled it, and from there I needed to know what in the world it was.
She talked about the benefits to your body, mind and immune system. She talked about black tea, and sugar, and scobys, and about how” the mother” had to grow and evolve for weeks before being made into a valuable fermented drink.
I was intrigued, but at $3.85 per 14 oz bottle, I wasn’t sure I wanted to invest. I finally took a chance on a minty flavored Kombucha locally brewed and sold in the cutest local market. The bottle was pretty enough to make up for the taste in case I didn’t like it, but in fact, I loved it enough to sip it until was gone.
Painted pianos make a bold statement. “I’m here. Notice me. Come, sit and explore the keys. Let’s create and entertain.”
One of the things I’ve noticed as my kids have grown older, is that I have more time to do some of the all consuming things that I may not have considered when they were younger and more active underneath my feet. You know.. the types of things that can’t be done if you expect interruptions.
A few years ago, my dear neighbor and friend was doing some home renovations. He had an old piano that he was hoping to give to a budding musician. At the time, no one in our home played the piano, but our daughter dabbled on an electric keyboard and was somewhat musically inclined.
The piano was old and worn, the mirror that covered the top ledge was cracked and broken. The keys needed repairing and tuning. I thought of it as a (soon to be) beautiful piece of furniture, rather than a instrument. I was mostly excited to incorporate it into my whimsical decor.
There are a few things that I wish I would have known before my teenager entered the workforce. Now that I know, I’ll share them with you.
I will not forget the day that my daughter, Emily found out that she would be a member of the next group of new hires at her favorite fast food restaurant, Chick Fil-A. She was so excited…and we were excited for her.
We were excited that she would learn about responsibility and the value of the dollar earned. We knew that she would encounter all types of people in front of the counter and behind the counter, as well. She would learn to schedule her time and budget her money and we looked forward to hearing all about it along the way.
Emily was mostly excited about the money.
We did not realize, however, that having a teenager in the working world may cause life to become more difficult for all of us at times.
There are a few things that we would have liked to have known , so that we could have been more prepared. There are a few things that probably should have been put into writing and perhaps even signed by our working girl.
You live and learn…and then you make adjustments so that when the next teenager enters the workplace, you’ll be more equipped. Right? Then you share what you’ve learned to save others the heartache…and that is where you come in.
*Reposted from January of 2014…because my heart feels the same way this year!*
One of our goals for this year is to have more meals around our dinner table.
Our formal (not formal to us) living room is currently under construction.We are adding wainscoting and molding. We have a half painted piano and no light fixtures. We thought we would wait until it was all finished, but we decided that could be months from now.
We also realized that we don’t have a non- Christmas time table cloth and we don’t have more than 6 matching place mats. I couldn’t find our old cloth napkins and napkin rings, and almost none of dinner glasses match…unless you count the mason jars.
Easy friendships are a blessing. They are one of my many favorite things.
When I say easy friendships, I mean the kind of friendships that remain in place when life gets busy. The friendship, that after months of not speaking, you can grab lunch and catch up. No one complains or pouts because someone forgot their birthday or didn’t call when their youngest started kindergarten. You share the latest news, your upcoming plans, and make it a point to get together more often. Those are the friends that if I needed them….they would be here fully, but because I do not interact with them daily….I would be responsible to make my needs known. In the same way…I would be devastated if they needed me and I was unaware. Easy friendships are valuable and real and fulfill a need for us to share our lives with other women and know that we are cared for.
Now to speak of tough friendships!
The ones that take time every day. The ones that cause me to ask tough questions….or speak true answers. The ones that make me write notes to myself to remember to pray. The friendships that cause me to rearrange my daily plans in order to meet for lunch when I have so much I really need to do. The same friendships that come along when you are not really looking…when you think you have enough friends. The ones that you expect more from. You know the busyness of life can take over at times, but only for a day or two….then someone checks back in. Tough friendships are just that, tough…but so worth it. They give us the security that we need to be real and messy and still accepted.