In honor of our beloved Earth and my commitment to it year round, I am going to discuss my recycling efforts. One solution to Earth’s problems is for humans to quit manufacturing so much trash, but our industrialized societies and consumer driven economies make it nearly impossible for us to stop. It would take a huge collective of consumers to demand less wasteful packaging from all companies that they spend their money with, for change in the marketplace to take effect and make a global difference. People would have to realize that their dollars speak for them. What we spend our money on is tracked and calculated in more ways than most of us can imagine. Our dollars truly matter and shape our future.
Another solution to Earth’s problems is for humans to start cleaning up after themselves. I hike or walk daily and am disgusted with the waste I see on the streets. I have taken to carrying gloves and a trash bag, so that I may pick up trash on the paths I travel. If everyone were to do the same out of self-respect and admiration for mother nature, we wouldn’t have the water pollution issues that we face.
A more practical solution to Earth’s problems is for humans to start recycling everything. I have always encouraged recycling in all forms. Pre-cycling is really the most effective way of reducing our carbon-footprint but as stated above, it can be difficult. Recycling is a must for everything else. I have taken to collecting all of my plastic and glass, and the plastic and glass from friends and neighbors, in hopes of raising money for my trip to Italy.
One way or another, I am trying to do better for this beautiful planet that we live on. Educate, reduce, reuse, recycle.
How significant are we in the vast cosmos? Is Earth so special? Do we as a life-form on Earth offer anything worthy of cosmic notice? I wonder…
I am an average human-being. For my many faults, I have many attributes that help even things out. I find that I have to try incredibly hard to manage my time. The days just seem to race by, as if I am traveling at the speed of a thousand miles per hour like Earth. I have more hopes and dreams than I can possibly encompass into my time here on Earth. I pray that my spirit and determination will see me though many of them. I want to believe that my time here matters and that my efforts were worthy of notice.
I want to travel across Earth, so that I may walk the streets that others have walked for centuries. I know throughout time many have looked up at the stars and wondered if their lives matter. We all tend to wonder if we are noticed in our communities, states and nations. Some of us even wonder if the planet or our universe will take notice. Could the cosmos and the heavens know who we are? Are my collection of cells worthy of the attention?
I do have a lot to offer. Haven’t you noticed? xo
When I decided to become a mother, I truly had no idea of what I was getting myself into. My first daughter born was a gift from the heavens. I was young, unwed and completely unprepared to care of anyone other than myself but I went for it anyway.
I cannot put into words how difficult it was to bear my first born. As a type-one diabetic, I had to commit one hundred percent to doing exactly what I was supposed to do to care for myself. Without this earnest commitment, I would not be able to care for my unborn baby. I attended hospital visits weekly and followed my food and insulin regiment as prescribed. The daily process of dealing with my disease was harder than ever with my daughter growing fast inside of me. My hormones would change hourly affecting my blood sugars and I had a few terrible low-blood sugar episodes. I was toxic towards the end of my pregnancy and my angel was born two weeks early. She arrived absolutely perfect. Ten fingers, ten toes and the cutest ears you have ever seen.
My gift to my first born is a gift that keeps on giving. Since the day I found out I was blessed with her soul, I have been doing my best to do right by her. I want her to live and live well. I had no idea that pulling that off would be such a hard thing to do.
I believe my upcoming trip to Italy will ground me after 15 years of raising her and I am hoping that being in Italy will bring me closer to God and remind me of the beauty that motherhood is.