Buy locally, for what?
And so it’s coming up a year since my kidney transplant and no, evidently, keeping up with this blog as not been on my top priority list.
So many changes in the social media world, it feels close to impossible to keep up and yet, somehow, more and more people are blogging.
I love how we are a society that has just so much on its mind, so much to share, so much passion, for life, for cooking, for traveling, and yet, when do we ever seem to have the time to do any of it?
I’m being a Debbie Downer for sure but I can’t find the time to sit and read my favourite blogs anymore, between making dinner and making breakfast, I need to sleep. Because honestly, there is no time during the DAY.
How are we surviving? Unplugging ourselves from what is keeping us going?
It’s scarry to stop ....and think....it’s all man made technologies....to help with all our man made responsibilities, right?
It’s fascinating to put the pieces of the puzzle back under the rug, sweep them back under there, like they’ve been lost forever.
Yet, here we are, trying desperately to fix the earth, to salvage what’s left. What we have dug through aimlessly, to obtain a comfort worthy of our own applause.
Can our children survive? Once we are no longer around to tell them, to show them , our mistakes have been in vain? Where are the solutions, that are supposed to be viable. And I’m not talking about buying locally, at this point, our ecological footprint should be a footnote in our history books.
I am dissatisfied, mostly disappointed, by my vanishing eagerness to fight the fight. Five years ago, you would have found me at the frontline for sustainability, for renewable resources, and today....watching from my iPad, I slowly turn to something much easier to digest.
Living with millions in guilt seems almost safer than allowing the guilt to ravage my very little sanity that sticks around till the wee hours of morning, when the light appears through the blinds and I think, another day!
So many changes in the social media world, it feels close to impossible to keep up and yet, somehow, more and more people are blogging.
I love how we are a society that has just so much on its mind, so much to share, so much passion, for life, for cooking, for traveling, and yet, when do we ever seem to have the time to do any of it?
I’m being a Debbie Downer for sure but I can’t find the time to sit and read my favourite blogs anymore, between making dinner and making breakfast, I need to sleep. Because honestly, there is no time during the DAY.
How are we surviving? Unplugging ourselves from what is keeping us going?
It’s scarry to stop ....and think....it’s all man made technologies....to help with all our man made responsibilities, right?
It’s fascinating to put the pieces of the puzzle back under the rug, sweep them back under there, like they’ve been lost forever.
Yet, here we are, trying desperately to fix the earth, to salvage what’s left. What we have dug through aimlessly, to obtain a comfort worthy of our own applause.
Can our children survive? Once we are no longer around to tell them, to show them , our mistakes have been in vain? Where are the solutions, that are supposed to be viable. And I’m not talking about buying locally, at this point, our ecological footprint should be a footnote in our history books.
I am dissatisfied, mostly disappointed, by my vanishing eagerness to fight the fight. Five years ago, you would have found me at the frontline for sustainability, for renewable resources, and today....watching from my iPad, I slowly turn to something much easier to digest.
Living with millions in guilt seems almost safer than allowing the guilt to ravage my very little sanity that sticks around till the wee hours of morning, when the light appears through the blinds and I think, another day!
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