Re Using Yogurt Containers

Re-Using ~
Two 32 oz Greek yogurt containers. The containers MUST have at least a 1/2inch lip at the top, so not all containers are appropriate. Put a couple holes in the bottom of one container, then put it inside the other container. Add soil. Add plant. (I’ve been doing cuttings of violets, which is working out really well).

And then! Add a pretty cozy!! I just learned to do Tunisian Crochet in the last few weeks. You can see how long the crochet hook is. And it works great for this project. The end curls occur naturally with this stitch.

Do not throw away what can be re-used!

<3 <3 <3



There are many forms of suicide. I see it every time I go out into the public. I especially see it at the grocery stores. When you see carts filled with poison, both for consumption and for tossing out, it is hard for me not to cry out in protest. To realize how many people truly do not care … about themselves or about the world around them. The eyes are blind, the ears deaf, and the mind shut off.

Suicide doesn’t have to be a fast, decisive action. It can be a slow and callous process. This, the slow method, is the most prevalent. It is evident in every self abusive action. It is a silent, agonizing scream of self loathing.

Every time I come home from shopping, I am exhausted.

We all need to obtain food, but there are so many alternative ways to handle this.  When I step inside the grocery store, I see the future landfill. So I purchase with this in mind.

I bring my own recycled food-grade containers to purchase from the bulk bins. Almost everything I purchase is organic .. which is both for my body AND for the Mother Earth herself. When I do purchase in containers, they are either able to be reused, OR recycled.  Buying in bulk from Costco is handled much the same way.

I buy organic loose tea from Mountain Rose Herbs and store in my recycled food-grade containers. Never never do I buy tea from the store in those little packages … besides being the ‘dregs’, it is far more expensive AND more garbage is created.

What I put in my body is a reflection of my beliefs. No matter what my words say … if my actions do not reflect those words, then I am merely making sounds without substance.

I do not buy wrapping paper or cards. They are used one time and then discarded.  I reuse paper by cutting it into 4 pieces to make notepads.  There are so many little things that can make a difference.

As Rumi says ~ There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the Earth <3

For Cynthia <3

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Every day you can re-invent yourself.  You can  choose thoughts and actions. It takes practice. Pick something small. Just a small thing … tiny.  Like … looking in a mirror and making eye contact and saying “I AM WORTHY”. Okay, that isn’t very small. But it is so very DOABLE. Even if you don’t believe it. Practice it. Practice and practice.

And when you move, every step, every motion, IMAGINE that sparkles are fluttering around you, creating radiance.

BE Love <3

Peter Pan

Peter Pan (J.M. Barrie)~

“I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!”

“When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.”

“All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.”

“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.”

“Wendy,” Peter Pan continued in a voice that no woman has ever yet been able to resist, “Wendy, one girl is more use than twenty boys.”

“Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.”

“So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in Never Never Land!”

“Shall we make a new rule of life from tonight: always try to be a little kinder than is necessary?”

“You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting.”

I believe! <3 <3 <3

When you sit quietly holding the frail, arthritic hand of someone while she sleeps to escape the pain …. it alters something fundamentally within the Soul. It shifts …. everything. The past cease to exist. The old hurts no longer have any hold.

The gateway to the heart fully opens, and oohhh the beautiful agony of it.

She asks me what purpose does she have for living anymore. How do I tell her she is tearing open my heart and causing me to see more clearly in so many subtle ways?

And my courageous and amazingly strong Mom … I see her exhaustion and her determination and her compassion and her pain. I wonder if she sees the beauty that I see? I wonder if she knows her smile can change my world?

I am both of them, and they are me.

<3 <3 <3