'kay, it's not on my list of fifty harder things to do, specifically, but I figure it advances my goal of social networking for change on Zaadz (now Gaia).

I've decided to plant all my seeds at least once a week. Of course, to have any to plant, I'll have to earn some more. ;-)

It's all part of the dance.

I got stuck in the airport and I figured out what's essential. Then I figured out what's really essential. Apparently underwear isn't on the list.

I wrote a real update to the fifty harder things to do list, discovered the horrible reality of nurdles  and watched an interesting video about good reasons to eat a local diet. I came across some interesting info about overgrown bees and some depressing info about responses to climate change. And then I thought more about culture change, radical hope, and finding spring.

I actually found the time to launch an entire new website. It needs more updates, but I can't find the cord to my battery charger and my camera doesn't work without batteries. Sigh. Anyway, this site is devoted to stitch witchery...weaving, spinning, knitting, etc. So far I've posted a healing spell, some leglets, more leglets, a protection spell, and healing shoes. I have a thank you, painted pants and a pair of leggings to post as soon as I get my image act together. ;-)

Sometimes they look like a month and sometimes they look like four days.

I've been working like crazy, so I figured I'd better add to my concordance here now before it gets way out of hand.

I was awake for hours in the middle of the night. I've been doing that a lot lately. I'm not the first mother to have had enough of war. It's not even the first time I've addressed the topic, but it seemed appropriate to remember how Mother's Day really got started. Then I started with silliness and ended with honoring a treasured friend.

I've been working in the middle of the night when I ought to be sleeping. I've been kicking ass on Bricoleuse, especially last night and today. I posted all the resources for our Plan B 2.0 Discussion group including the book, movie, key terms and condiments lists from May 3rd, the book, movie and condiments lists from May 10th, and master lists for all of those (books, movies, key terms, condiments).

I'm relocating to Wisconsin. The process of leaving has helped me discover how far I've gone down the road to becoming indigenous to the Long Tom watershed. I came across a couple of cool videos. One is about Cody Lundin's sustainable house, and the other is an interview with the Abo Dude.

I'm no fan of politics, but we've some climate change legislation in Oregon that's worth taking a look at. Some time a weekerso ago, I discovered organic hydroponics, but just now got around to posting it, and I learned some really cool things about parrots. Some of it I already knew, but that didn't diminish the coolness.

And then I wrote a really lame ass May update for my fifty harder things to do list. Might have had something to do with the fact that I was writing it at four in the morning when I hadn't been to bed yet. Might do another update or I might just leave it until June.

Oh my! I knew I'd been busy lately, but I didn't realize I'd been so quiet. Actually, I haven't been that quiet, I've simply been directing my focus and energy into developing and deepening one particular Zaadz connection. I strive to approach things with intention and attention, so I haven't been multi-tasking much during that process.

Still, I'm a smart and efficient woman and I have managed to get a few things done besides holding hands and talking on the phone.

I explored the connection between food and emotional connection for myself, and I wrote about the way I change reality by living as if it's already different.

Then I talked mostly about love. I'm still doing that, figuring out ways to hold someone close over eleven point six million feet of physical separation, and how to say good-bye for a little while. Then I made a big announcement, I guess, though it still doesn't seem all that big to me, it was simply the only thing to do.

I'm shifting quite a few things in my life, preparing to leave my home of 16 years, and that leaves me feeling unsettled at times. I deal with some of that turmoil by driving and driving through my green valleys.

And then I had a difficult day which also held many gifts.

Saving the world hasn't fallen by the wayside, I just haven't had much time to talk about it lately. I ranted about the stupidity of one day gas boycotts and I braided my hair (an idea inspired by friend Maitri here on Zaadz.). I heard from the Bison Band for the first time in a long while, and I came up with another idea for subversively advancing culture change.

It sounds way less exciting when I say it here, but I discovered it's possible to make yarn out of plastic bags. I knit, weave, spin and sew (among other things) and I did manage to finally launch my website devoted to those topics.

That's about it. I whined a little bit on LiveJournal, but haven't posted much there either.

It's okay, I've been doing some of the most important work of my life and it's going to make everything else I do so much easier. I've been more than glad to invest the time. My world changing words will return soon enough.

I've had another one of those weeks where I think that not much happened until I start telling the stories and then I start to wonder where I found this life. ;-)

I'm moving to a new place, filled with beauties I've never seen, which I'm worried about some ways and excited about most ways. I've been sleeping more at night and less in the daytime, which is a good thing...I'm less tired, though my daytime dreams do take me interesting places.

I managed to squeeze a little saving the world time into the spaces between politics and silliness.  I discovered that Tehran is beautiful. My daughter just said it doesn't look like a place where we'd want to kill anything.

I decided to cancel my Tribe account, which is part of why the politics and silliness are happening on LiveJournal. Yeah, I have too many blogs, too many websites, too many projects and not nearly enough hours...this is part of why I refuse to believe in time. It's too limiting.

Speaking of big projects, I started an article on Biodiesel and got a little carried away. I always get a little carried away. It's now going to be a three or four part article.

The upside of geting a little carried away is that I get to have unexpected and wild adventures, like teaching a class on climate change for an episode of Wife Swap. Sometimes even I am surprised by the places I wind up going. But not really.

Well, I had this theory that I would post every Monday, but, um, that's not working out exactly like I planned.

I post every Monday when I remember and after my nap, which usually turns out to be Thursday.

Well, I'm the one who said I don't believe in time (or distance) and since it's recently become very important to me not to believe too strongly in either one of those, I'm giving it up. I'll post on Zaadz when I think about it and that day will be Monday. If it's not, don't tell me about it.

One of the reasons I'd rather post more often is that my life seems so frickin' dramatic when I try to cover more than about a week. Sometimes even a week is more than I can manage. I honestly don't remember what this one was about, some drama or another, probably involving my favorite photographer, but maybe not. When I check my files, I don't see any poetry at all from that day. Maybe I never wrote it, maybe it's still locked in the notepad I keep by the bed.

I got really pissed off, with good reason, but I got over it pretty quickly. I've had a good distraction (remind me to tell you, sometime, just how Zaadz has changed my world). I've been walking in two worlds for weeks now. I'm in love with being in love, in love with life, in love with myself, and not uncoincidentally, in love with a great guy, but the contrast between that and the pain of others sometimes punches me in the gut. This doesn't stop me from looking for answers to tricky questions.

I've been too busy falling in love to focus much on saving the world, though I'm not sure there's really much difference. I did manage to update my list of Fifty Harder Things to Do to Help Save the World, and I found some plastic bags that aren't really plastic. And if love weren't distracting enough, now I've been swept away by art and side-swiped by the death of Vonnegut.

That brings me to today in which I will, no doubt, again choose love, and though I'm not at all sure that I'm saying much of anything worth hearing, I'll keep saying it because the speaking changes me, at the very least.

I was sick last week and didn't post. The good news is that nobody missed much, because I didn't post much anywhere.

The bad news is that I didn't post much anywhere.

I had a quiet day when nothing happened. This was a good thing. It didn't last...the next day childhood stuff jumped up and bit me on the ass. I wrote about crying before sleep. I took that blog entry and converted it into a slam poem and performed it the next night. Then I wrote about being lonely in the dark, and not being lonely in the light. Then I got kinda quiet, because I was having trouble breathing. I decided it might be fun to cruise around the United States on a Greyhound bus with my kids in tow, and I made a discovery, hidden in shadows, of just how happy I've been.

'kay, I don't know where I got the idea that I didn't write much because I was sick. Admittedly, I'm catching up on two weeks worth of postings here, but still. Apparently I write more than I think I do. ;-)

I was a bit irritated by predictions of the impact of climate change on the Pacific Northwest, and I started my Climate Master training class. I decided to set a basically unachievalbe goal for my county, and I wrote an update on our progress towards meeting the goals on our list of fifty harder things to do to help save the world (our asses really). Then I started ranting, and I ranted some more.

I wrote a really long article about going shampoo free (with pictures). I discovered green sex toys and local sustainable beer. Synchronicity started happening, and I started rolling further into the gifting economy.

I didn't write much anywhere else because, as I said, I was sick. Reading this post makes me realize why. I really, really suck at downtime.

I'm cheating. I was supposed to post this on Monday, but didn't get to it. It's Wednesday now, but I'm pretending it's Monday and changed the post date to match. ;-)

I had a really dramatic week, so I really kicked ass with confessional posts on MySpace. My actual life has been even more dramatic than this...I didn't write about everything. I had more to say about seven things I don't believe in anymore (as well as seven things I do believe in) and I talked about holding my lonely self. I posted pics of my baby marks and blabbered about a concert I attended.

And then the fun started. I tried to figure out how to support someone with poetry and then with my presence.  I wrote a poem, because that's what I do, though usually not on MySpace and I found a way to keep dancing.

I did squeeze in some time for saving the world, though. I came up with a list of five really easy things to do to work towards sustainability, and I grieved for the dying bees. I promoted a new food sharing website and I ranted about people arguing with things I didn't say. I was (and am) in a kinda rant-y mood. I spouted off about U.S. carbon emissions heading in the wrong direction and the fact that human extinction is bad for business.

I'm ranting about completely different things this week. I'm a little wound up. ;-)

Sometimes I get whiplash from my own life.

Everything is different except for all the things that are the same. I am seeking my name, opening doors with poetry, speaking trees, and finding my unbelief.

I killed my sourdough, made it into the Climate Master Program, and ranted about sustainability.

My week was mostly filled with conversations and connections you can't see...thousands of words bouncing through electrons and a trip to the White City.

I'm tired, but full.

I'm aiming for weekly updates on Monday. First I thought I'd do it on Fridays, then Sundays, but well, it's Monday, so I'm gonna try Mondays and see how that works out.

Really, I have too many blogs and am probably trying to pull connections in too many places, but I think Zaadz is really great and I'd like to put energy in here.

I last posted on February 8th, so it's been a bit over a week. It's been a pretty intense and somewhat chaotic ten days or so, still trying to find my ground again.

I've been busy. I turned the heat down again...my thermostats are set to sixty degrees now. It's okay and I'm actually warmer, most of the time, than I was when they were set to 67. Not sure what's up with that. The temps in my apartment are usually between 64 and 67 even with the thermostat set low. Heat transfer from the neighboring apartments and the residual heat from laundry, cooking, bathing and the motion of human bodies keeps the space pretty warm.

I spent hours in Wal-mart checking out the organic and local food options available there, and started experimenting with humanure composting.

I talked about recent changes in my life that brought back to life some dreams I'd long since mourned and released. The changes continue. Things continue to unfold in ways I didn't anticipate.

I walked along the creek and received a reminder that wilderness and sacred beauty surround me, and I rocked the world at the Eugene Poetry Slam.

'kay, I'm going to stop apologizing for the frequency or infrequency of my blog posts. I have a full life.