Karlen Evins inspires first time farmers and those digging into the garden of their own lives. Garden to table farming. Sustainability. And goats and puppies. Always a sense of humor and awe.
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Friday, November 21, 2014
Something in the Water
I much prefer the spiritual version..the uplifting and inspirational connotations to the phrase that Carrie Underwood sings about, but for those of us on a certain local water system, the concept is hardly so scriptural...(More like downright scary...)
While making for great Facebook posts as like-minded, equally concerned citizens work to repair dishwashers and invest in pricy filtration systems, there is no denying, here locally there's something in the water...
Some say it happened when Laguardo Utility District changed from river water to ground water. No doubt something has changed big time, and some think it less than coincidental that the residue showing up on everyone's dish ware and flatware seems to have coincided about the time they opened their new plant...
But while rumors swirl, and Thanksgiving dishes go dingy, there is a very real, very disconcerting situation going on here and lest we treat it too lightly, may we not forget that this is the water that cleanses our bodies, stays in our hair, goes through our organs and waters our animals (and livestock, which for some, will likewise wind up in our bodies). And let's not forget our gardens.
Not sure who will be the first to go Brocovich on the matter (for clearly we all live busy lives) but I'm hoping someone will as we may regret we didn't take it more seriously the second we all started spotting the problem...(literally).
Personally, it is of some comfort that I am soon to be able to switch to well water. (Not a cheap investment, but thinking ahead to future plans, it seemed the wisest move.) In the meanwhile, I'm still on the system gaining popularity right now (for all the wrong reasons). Sure it may be lime or calcium. Then again, it may be worse. Either way, you don't have to be a scientist to note that something nasty is going on with the water in our pipes.
It's a subject of great concern to me. And one I am starting to ask questions about...
When I learn more, if I learn more, I will keep you posted.
Sunday, November 2, 2014
Brittany's First Day in Heaven
Dear Brittany,
We just got the news. The world's fixated, you know. We didn't know you personally, but that's never stopped us from weighing in. We like our opinions and seldom hesitate to share them, most today, having to do with your death and your choice to end things before things ended you.
But your death was yesterday...your decision made. This is today. Rather than belabor the death part, I want to know about Now...How is it where you are? What must you be thinking today? Is it disorienting? Is it wonderful? Do you have any regrets?
So very fitting that you'd arrive on All Saint's Day. Did you plan it that way? And what do they do on All Saints Day where saints live anyway? Were any there to greet you or were they all off celebrating? (And what do saints do to celebrate? Is it stuffy and boring like church, or is St. Francis rolling around with our dogs? I pray it's the latter. How I pray it's the latter!)
Or maybe the first time honors are set aside for family and friends we've been missing...People we'd more readily recognize?
Or are you still near? Can you see your family? Send them comfort? Are you looking over those you love? Will you attend your own memorial? Can you hear what people say? Precisely how does this work?
And that light? What about that light? Is that tunnel a wormhole? (I think it's a wormhole.) Is there a place in time/space where heaven is, or are we just missing that one all the way around?
Were your childhood pets so happy to see you? (I choose to believe they're the first ones we see. When mine cross that's the only thought pulling me through.) And can you see the pup you left behind? Do you miss him or are we too busy when we get there to experience that kind of sadness anymore?
Are we anywhere close to getting what happens to us when we die, or are we all in for a big ol shock when it's our time?
What was the neatest part?
Now that you're there...Can you see the future? Your family's? Your husband's? The planet's?
Do they show you want could've been/would've been had you taken the traditional medical route with your body, or did you even care to know? Do the mechanics of bodies fascinate us there as they do here or will we never have to think about bodies and aging and diseases again once we get there? (What a concept to behold.)
I pray your journey was peaceful. And I want to personally thank you for adding meaning to ours. Be it Facebook post or sorely needed conversation, your life and willingness to share such intimate, personal and painful decisions of your own, gave us more meaningful topics for a day. For each thought shared, each talk had, your life served a valuable purpose. You made death a little more real for us...Your bravery reminded us this not a subject to avoid, but one to accept, even embrace. Just because it's uncomfortable, doesn't make the topic go away.
Based on what little I knew of your life...the weighty options, the soul-searching decisions...the deliberate intention you gave each remaining day...I can only imagine your life this new day. I pray that wherever this finds you, you know we are grateful. I pray God said, "Well done" for I feel you were a good and faithful servant. Your life mattered. It touched ours, briefly, though deeply, allowing us pause in the midst of mindless mediocracy to ponder something real for a change...Something of meaning. (Some days, many days, most days, we forget.)
May your body rest in peace, but may your life continue to soar, shining ever bright. I pray those Alaskan hikes and that Grand Canyon visit was but the beginning of the travel God has in store...
For you...
And for all of us.
With heartfelt thanks,
karlen
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Sad Sorta Sunday
The day started out sad, and ended on sad, painting everything in between with melancholy. Some days you just need a good cry. Today was one of those days.
I opened up Facebook to find a friend had lost his dog of 15 years--a post that netted him 78 replies. It lent meaning to stop and reflect on just how much dogs matter, and how deeply we're moved by their love.
I had gone in search of funeral details for a friend gone way too early. I knew it would be standing room only, as Cindy was a beautiful girl, a beloved teacher and an inspiration to all who knew her.
I watched mourner after mourner share story after story in loving tribute to how one life can touched so many.
I guess some days we need reminding of just how preciously fragile life is. We start with a date and end with a date and the rest we sum up in a dash. What we do with our dash is all we'll ever be known for.
Somedays it's more than I can grasp.
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