Archive for ‘Mindful Living’

August 4, 2012

The Things You Learn In A Garden

Have you ever had one of those days that starts off rough, where you have so many things go wrong before you even leave the house that you’re pretty certain that you’re not going to make it home again at the end of the day, but then something happens that day that takes you back, calms you down and grounds you?

Friday was one of those days for me.  Saying I got up on the wrong side of the bed was an understatement.  Everything triggered a reaction in me.  It started with pouring what I thought was the last cup of day-old coffee and discovering I only had 2/3 of a cup.  I immediately started grumbling to myself,  “Seriously?!?  I’m the only one in the house that drinks coffee!  It’s a 10-cup pot, when, exactly, did I pour 1/3 of a cup preventing me from starting my day with a full, reheated, cup that would tide me over until a new pot was brewed?  Ohhhhhh, whatever!”  I punched the buttons on the microwave and grumbled away.  My husband, trying to be nice, asked what I wanted for breakfast, or rather if I wanted what he was getting for our son.  This question seemed daunting.  The pressure was immense.  You’d think he’d asked what I want to do with the rest of my life.  I mustered up as much tact as I could, then coolly responded, “I don’t know.  I can’t think about that right now.”  The microwave beeped.  Whew!  Coffee was done.  I opened the microwave door to discover I’d set the microwave to reheat a full cup of coffee and my 2/3 cup of coffee had blown-up all over the microwave.  “Perfect.”  I must warn you, usually when I say “perfect”, it’s not in a joyous tone, instead it’s in the “I can’t say what I really want to say because my son is sitting there watching all of this go down” voice.

And so it continued.  I was dropping things, banging into things spilling things, until I finally got out the door.  I carefully drove to drop-off my son, because I was pretty sure the stars were lined up perfectly for me to get into an accident, which would then end up with me either in jail or a mental institution, neither of which would be good.

That morning I was heading to my son’s school garden and honestly I have to say I wasn’t looking forward to it.  That is, until I got there.  Magically, when I stepped out of my car, things seemed to correct themselves.  It was a nice morning, well, a little overcast, but after over a month of 90+ degree days, was pretty nice.  I was meeting a friend at the garden to clean-up some weeds that somehow had grown out of control, do some planting and planning.  During our time together we covered a lot in conversation about our families, our dreams for our kids, our dreams for the school, dreams for the garden and parenting.

“Be the person your kids think you are.”

It was during one of those conversations that my calming, grounding moment came.  My friend and I were talking about our kids and what guides us, my friend mentioned that someone once told her, “Be the person your kids think you are.”  That really struck me.  What a powerful statement.  Whether it’s in our actions or our words, we should take a moment and reflect on whether we are being the person our kids think we are.  Before saying a word, before talking about someone, before making a snide comment, before posting something (that our kids will someday be able to read) on Facebook.  Even if we don’t have any children of our own, we can think about our future child, or a niece, or a nephew or even a child in the neighborhood.

Kids put us on a pedestal, they adore us, they look up to us, don’t let them down.

Great advise.  Thanks, Julie!  I learned a lot in the garden on Friday.

Kate

July 30, 2012

Mindfulness Reminder: Be A Dog

Be present in everything you do.

 

Laugh a little.

 

Stop to smell the flowers.

July 26, 2012

Mindful Mondays

I don’t know what it is about blogs, but I find them fun to follow.  Some I follow for design ideas, some for recipes, some because friends write them and some simply because I like what they have to say.  Tonight I started to follow another blog because I like what they have to say.

I found this blog, or rather it found me, by way of my own blog.  You see, the other day, after I wrote the post WWGD (What would Grandma do?), I had a new comment from a fellow blogger.  As I sat down tonight to check out her blog, I instantly loved it.  So far I’ve only read a few of her posts, but I’ve enjoyed each of them and found her mindset to be in sync with mine.  She is on a path of simplification, sustainability and mindfulness.  Sound familiar?

Anyway, while poking around on her blog I found one category called Mindful Mondays.  I instantly loved the concept of starting the week with the focus being on mindfulness, but reading her explanation was even better.  So let me stop here and let her speak for herself. If you have a moment, I hope you check out her blog Being Simple, Sustainable & Mindful.  Hopefully you’ll find it as wonderful as I have.

Kate

June 14, 2012

Front Lawn: Community Builder or Barrier?

The other day I was reading something, somewhere about lawns.  Ha! Do you like where this is going? 🙂  Anyway, they mentioned that lawns, as much as we tend to them, aren’t very welcoming but instead are a barrier between us and our neighbors.  At first I completely disregarded this comment.  A barrier?!?  Come on!  Then after letting it sit for a while I started to think about it.  Hmm… Then I started making some observations and realized that I think they might be right.

As I’ve walked down the street and driven through neighborhoods I’ve been paying close attention to how people are using their lawns and what I found was that people don’t.  I’ve seen kids playing in them, whether it’s a game of catch or tag or simply sitting and chatting, but other than a select few, I rarely see adults in the lawn.  (Unless they’re mowing.)

I also started paying close attention to my own behavior and realized that I treat lawns like a glass wall.  If I’m walking down the block and see a neighbor out in their yard I’ll wave or say, “Hi”  but rarely will I walk across the lawn to talk to them.  I’ve found that I’ll even yell to them from the street (we don’t have public sidewalks in our neighborhood) before I’ll walk across their lawn.  And if I do think about walking over to them, before I step foot in the lawn I’ll search for a walkway, sidewalk or driveway to take instead.  And I’m not alone.  As I’ve been observing all of this, I realized that many other people are doing the same thing.  I’m lucky enough to live in a very friendly, close-knit neighborhood yet even in our neighborhood I’ve found almost all of the conversations on our block take place, not in our yards, but in the street.  And it’s not just in our neighborhood, I’ve seen it in other neighborhoods as well (except that in neighborhoods with public sidewalks the conversations take place on the sidewalk instead of the street).

Why do we do this?  Honestly I don’t know, but I don’t think these are conscious decisions. I do, however, think these are subconscious decisions.  For some reason lawns are not the welcoming green space we often refer to them as.  Instead, lawns have become almost untouchable, uninviting.

So that brings me to question why we have lawns.  I know I’ve told myself that its green space or play space or a space to relax, but what I’ve found is that I treat it more like a green moat, a space not to touch, not to cross, I look for a bridge to get me to the other side,  especially if the lawn is manicured.  Stepping on a manicured lawn is like walking on freshly vacuumed carpet, I don’t want to be the first to leave a foot print.

So what is it?  What is it about lawns that have become so untouchable?  And how to we change that?  Or should we change that?  Maybe untouchable is fine, but in this age of community building, untouchable lawns don’t seem to build much community, do they?  Some say fences in front yards build barriers, but I’m starting to wonder if it actually has the opposite effect.  Maybe fences are friendly because they have a gate, an opening, a place we know we can go and should go.  Plus, fences build curiosity, kind of like a secret garden: we can’t see it all, so our mind naturally wonders, “What’s on the other side?”  With wide open lawns, on the other hand, we could enter anywhere, but we don’t.  Instead we hesitate.  I find myself wondering whether I should walk on the lawn.  “Maybe there’s a preferred route?  Maybe the homeowner doesn’t want me on their lawn.”

Ever since I’ve had this “untouchable lawn revelation” if you will, I’ve started thinking about ways to make lawns more appealing and have come to this conclusion: maybe less lawn is more friendly.  Maybe, if there were perimeter gardens or flowerbeds or shrubs close to the street, with an inviting opening, a virtual gate, or even a structure, the lawn would be more welcoming and less threatening.  I also think if the lawn had a more defined purpose such as a pathway between flower beds or inside a “room” such as a perimeter of plantings under Adirondack chairs it would feel more like a rug or carpet in a room; something to come in, take your shoes off and get comfy on. Or maybe it’s a play area, an obvious play area with defined borders, maybe then it would be more welcoming.

So as my own space continues to evolve I’ll be thinking about the purpose of my lawn.  With each space I create I will ask, “How will it be used?”  Because if I can answer that question, if I can give my lawn a purpose, and design the space around it, I think I’ll be more likely to use my lawn myself and hopefully the glass wall will come down and others will want to use it too.

Kate