Upcycling Queen Award

I’m an Upcycling Queen! I invite you mega-upcyclers to boast here about your prowess. (Why should guys be the only ones who brag about their abilities to . . . oh, oops, I’m not talking about recycling anymore. Sorry . . . )  

To win the Upcycling Queen Award:
* Post an upcycling tip in the “Leave a Reply” box at the end of this page.
* Your tip must be original – – not something you heard/read elsewhere, but an idea of your own. Not to worry: I won’t check up on you. After all, if someone else thought it up, too—great minds think alike.  
* Use as few or as many words as it takes to express your idea.
* No tip is too small to help avoid more landfill garbage!
* Awards end May 15, 2011.

Sharing your tip here helps protect Mama Gaia. Every entry wins bragging rights! A tip earns you the privilege of putting the following banner on your site, letting everyone know you’re an Upcycling Queen. Guys are welcome to post tips, as honorary queens! (If you’re into drag, you might be the best queen.)

After you post, I send you the code to have this banner on your blog or anywhere else on your site.

But wait, there’s more! If you post a tip, you could win a deer antler pendant. It has a Tree of Life rune carved in it. I commissioned it from the artisan Lupa. Winner is chosen by random draw.

To get your creativity flowing, here are two ideas of mine:

1) The saucers under potted plants—that catch the water running out the bottom of the pot—cost too much and always break. My homemade substitutes were ugly. E.g., a leftover yogurt container has commercial print all over it. Old dishes under my pots always clash. Then I cut off the bottom of a huge plastic bottle that white vinegar comes in (I buy it to clean house) = a lovely, simple printless saucer. Fancy, lah!

2) Mushrooms and other produce often come in rectangular plastic containers (without holes). They’re great for flower arrangements made in Oasis: After you soak and cut up your Oasis, put it in that container. Then put the container in a basket and start adding flowers to the Oasis.

Ok, what’s your tip? (Admit it: We queens love to gather to show off!) Add your email addy so I can send you the award. After you give your tip, win a second award: I’m doing this contest with sister royalty, the Leftover Queen; check out her contest to be recognized as a Queen again.

An Upcycling Queen needs no jewels. Stars in the sky adorn her crown, to bless her care of Mama Gaia and her finding beauty in what already is.

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Actions and Bric-a-Brac

There’s very little that needs to be done. But I accumulate actions the way some people accumulate worthless bric-a-brac, deluding themselves that there is wealth or other merit in it. In fact, I accumulate action the way some people accumulate wealth, which in many ways is also worthless. The bric-a-brac, the wealth, and my unnecessary actions are clutter. 

I’m not suggesting that people do nothing. And I believe in abundance. But clutter is another matter entirely. I clutter my life with activity.

There’s very little that needs to be done. Don’t think I say that because I’m lazy. Or that I’m trying to shirk responsibility or get away with doing shabby or minimal work. If you knew me, you’d know I’m a perfectionist, a workaholic, and that I have a really high standard for my self. But in another sense, I want to do only what needs to be done (as an example) on my new iPod Touch, instead of spending one-million hours learning one-million cluttering activities on it.

 If I limit activity, I can more fully use what I’ve accomplished: serve others with it better, market it better, sell it better, file it better, celebrate it better, and . . . there’s something else I will be able to do with it, but I don’t know what. It’s on the tip of my consciousness, the way words are sometimes on the tip of your tongue. It’s important whatever it is.

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First Drafts

Are either of these pieces any good? I would love opinions. Thanks!

If I were hanging by a thread – – which is the image that is coming to mind right now. No not to mind as an intellectual construct, but as grasping at an image that I suddenly understand the motivation for the creation of, hanging by a spider-woven thread, grasping at that fiber, which I’m expecting to break any moment, and when it does the fall will be awful not because of any great distance, but because it is the final part of a descent into an irrevocable hell. Hell as irrevocable and eternal as any that a preacher frightened a child with, a syrupy terror that stickily wraps around my ankles, and tugs . . . downward stretching . . . the thread . . . 

Other piece:

We watch the eagles, together online. We watch the eagles, the world of us together watch the eagles. But the whole world watches the same Hollywood movies, inspiring movies that supposedly uplift us, inspiring us to better things. We listen to the same music, and it sweeps over us causing our spirits to soar. But what do we do the next day? The hate that is pulling us down as a species into hell on earth seems unchanged. God, why do you not give my species the change of heart that you long for in us? I know you must hunger for me as much as I hunger for you. Otherwise there is no way you could have created this longing in me – – if it were not also in yourself, God. I understand that I cannot understand your ways, so you must have something amazing planned if you would let us watch the eagles and remain unchanged. I will not wish that you were a “better god,” but it is difficult to keep going, choking on pain because there is too much of it, both in myself and in the people I love – – pain we humans inflict on each other in our hatred – – so that instead of knowing the pain fully, I gasp, I steele myself moment after moment all day, day after day, week after week, steel myself, choking.  

Can you tell I wrote these in the middle of the night? Or rather very early morning, April 12, 2011

It seems that when I’m in the middle of an intense writing deadline, my idea of a break from writing is to do more writing on something other than the deadlined project. 🙂

 I usually don’t share my negative writing, because I believe it’s important to be positive. But I felt that these pieces might help someone, because it might be important for someone to know they are not alone, in this time when so many people feel like they’re hanging by a thread. However I’m not sure either piece is at all clear, or otherwise any good. They’re so unlike what i usually show anyone. For one thing, I’m concerned that maybe the pieces are just bad teenage goth run-on-sentence lyric. Mind you, I think one of their strengths is their run on sentence cadence. But I don’t know. PS. These are first drafts.

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Domesticity

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Rewriting Hell. Writers are Crazy People.

I had to take a pic of this. I started the long dreaded, umpteenth million—but final—rewrite of the book. In a month, it has to go to layout. One month. Tick, tick, tick . . . 

Goddess, revising a manuscript has eaten up weeks and weeks and weeks and weeks and weeks and . . . tick, tick . . .

I’ve been writing this book over and over since 2002 or 2003.

It’s said that writers are people for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people. Writers are crazy people.

I hate editors. I wrote that last sentence to make Ade nervous. But I shouldn’t have. She worked in my office long enough to know all my secrets. Her revenge could be swift and brutal.

I twittered her anyway. It said, “She whined, ‘Ade, can I hate u, just a little tiny bit? Please? I’m not complaining about your editing. Writing is just hard.’ ”

Rewriting hell: revision based on 14 people’s input. Enough! All those stacks on the table? They are for one book. Notes and notes and notes for revisions. I worked on it enough today. Now must go hide from life.

The above lines include copy ‘n’ pastes of my tweets—revised, because I am in revision hell—with additional mental meanderings.

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Spring Is Here, Cleanse the Palate Salad

March 24, 2011 / Serves one.

* For this to taste right, don’t bring the fruits and veggies to room temperature.

* On a plate, make a bed of red leaf lettuce, on which you put one skinned, cut up grapefruit.

* On top of that, add one and a half stalks celery, diced.

* Add 3 ounces of chicken strips. Include skin—this is no diet plate. It is a yummy, healthy dish.

* Top all that with 1&1/2 ounces cut up fresh pineapple, then a sprinkling of raisins.

* Sprinkle with sea salt, then drizzle with a bit of olive oil and lime juice.

When you eat this, there will be a lot of celery left for the end. It tasted really good. And was the last step of making sure that my palate was thoroughly cleansed for all the delicious spring foods that will soon be in season.

If you want your spirit freshened up after the winter, do the following simple brief exercise when you’ve finished your meal. (Actually, the meal may refresh your spirit quite a bit, in and of itself, but this exercise adds to it.)

1) Find one nice feeling in your body that comes from having eaten the salad. Let your attention rest gently on that nice feeling. This is not a sharp, fierce, difficult focus. This is a gentle relaxed attention; let your attention rest gently on the feeling, the way your head rests lazily on a pillow at night.

2) Then choose another nice physical feeling that comes either from having eaten the salad or from having done step 1. Use the same relaxed attention with it.

3) Now take deep relaxed breaths. Nothing fancy, just natural, deep, relaxed breaths. After you take three or four, yawn. It opens up the breath more. Then take a few more deep breaths.

4) Continue the same sort of breathing, as you imagine that you’re bringing in fresh spring air. Imagine that it is revitalizing and cleanses away mental winter grunge.

I hope you enjoy this dish and this exercise. Let me know how one or both go for you.

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Fairy Pin Contest

Update on the post below: There’s been a winner! Rip Van Winkle won the fairy pin. Stay tuned – – another contest is coming in about a week.

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I’ve treasured this fairy pin for about 12 years. She’s brought me joy. And now she wants to move on.

Here’s a picture of her when, for a while, she sat on a tiny wreath I made. It’s not a great pic but it’s a nice memory.

 

 

 

 

To win her:

1) In a blog, tweet, Facebook, or other social media, mention this site. Be sure to copy ‘n’ paste the following URL into whatever you post: https://www.outlawbunny.com/

2) Using the “Leave a Reply” box at the bottom of this page, post the URL or twitter @name where you mentioned my site. Be sure to add your e-mail address, so that I can contact you if you’re the winner. (I will not put you on a mailing list unless you request that.)

April 15—yes, tax day—there will be a random drawing of the names of everyone who posted here. The winner gets the fairy pin!

I’m trying to spread word about my site, because I hope people will enjoy it. I would appreciate your help. I know the fairy will bring her beauty and magic to the right person. Feel free to tempt her to your home when you post here!

Love and gratitude, Francesca

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Herbs are Poetry.

Poetry is not just something on a page. Life is poetry. Herbs are poetry. I love St. John’s wort and oatstraw. Our approach to holistic healing has to become more holistic.

This is an illustration from my book The Ecstatic Goddess. There are a couple of calligraphy pieces in it. Click here for more information on the book.

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Supporting a Person with Disabilities: Ask; Ask How; Dialog; Listen.

Part One in a Series about the Hidden Life of Disabled People 

This article has five helpful hints on . . . how to be helpful. Humans are basically good. When they see someone with disabilities struggling, they want to lend a hand. But if they don’t know how or the best way to do so, they might do nothing. This can leave them frustrated or disappointed in themselves. That can be avoided.

Hint #1: Ask. When it seems a disabled person might need assistance, it is easy to think that saying “Can I open that door for you?” or even “Can I help?” might be intrusive, presumptuous, or condescending. Naw. Just ask. On the other hand, mine is the opinion of one person. Someone else who is disabled might feel differently. That brings me to my second helpful hint.

Hint #2: Ask for instructions. What works for your wheelchair-bound Uncle George may not work for someone else who rides a chair. Not all disabilities are the same. Even a specific diagnosis can manifest in a lot of entirely different ways. Here’s an example. (I’ll be the examples herein, since it is easy for me to write them.) Sometimes I have to be lifted, in my chair, over a step. If someone assumes that it is good to lift me the same way they do George, I may get injured. I break so easily that I have pulled a hip joint simply by speaking. Also, my wheelchair might be unlike George’s. Instead of assuming you know how to lift any chair, and starting in on the job, first ask “How do you want me to lift you?” Which brings me to Helpful Hint #3.

#3: Ask for instructions. (Okay, I’m repeating the last hint. But, even if you have no assumptions based on ol’ George, asking for instructions is a topic unto itself.) I’m often injured by well intended people. E.g.: Some very considerate guy sees my caretaker having a difficult time getting my wheelchair over a doorway’s threshold. He is kind to ask if he can assist, but then he pushes the chair hard, to get me over the bump. This jars my spine. I’m in pain for a week. Mind you, the jarring may not be huge; the accommodating man isn’t being rough per se. Before I learned better by becoming crippled myself, I would have pushed the exact same way. (Now I know to ask my caretaker to turn the chair ‘round and wheel me in backwards.) I’ve repeatedly been injured by nice folks who lack know-how. So, ask for instructions. In cases of navigating obstacles, ask the person in the wheelchair exactly how they want it done. This brings me to the next super-duper helpful hint.

#4: Ask the person with disabilities, not the caretaker. I am not a bag of groceries someone is transporting. I am capable of thought. Don’t look past me to the caretaker. I know my needs better than anyone else can. When I am out and about, my caretaker and I dialogue about how to manage what we are undertaking. Join in our dialog.

Yes, I keep asking you to ask. On the bright side, this means you don’t have to fear doing the wrong thing, or figure out what to do all on your own. You ask and voilá, instant competence!

Hint #5: Dialog. When you ask a question, wait for the answer. As the expression goes, “Silence is not consent.” Some people need a moment, or a lot longer, to prepare for speech. E.g.: I may have to shift position to speak safely. If speaking is hard for someone, it can require physical preparation that might be small—e.g. a minuscule shifting, a deep breath, or a moment of stillness in which to rest. These subtle preparations may not be recognized as such. Wait for speech.

And wait for the full answer. It can require enormous patience to listen to someone slow in speech, but let them finish. Why? Example: I can’t manage speech well when moving. So if someone’s assumption about how I was going to finish my sentence is wrong, and they grab my chair and start moving it, I am at their mercy, no matter how injuriously they are handling things.

My suggestions aren’t always easy to implement. Being of service to anyone who is “differently abled” can be challenging. But helping others gives one greater self-respect and personal fulfillment. It also puts you shoulder to shoulder with some wonderful generous and interesting folks. Or knee to shoulder.

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Romantic Weekend, Straight Up

I fondly reminisce about the perfect weekend. In an ocean-side tourist town, I lazily passed the time, stayed abed late, walked along the beach, and ate by candlelight. And felt, by Sunday night, the lovely warm glow of a romantic weekend tryst. However, I was alone the whole time, having gone off to get some peace and quiet by myself. I was shocked by the result!

My surprise was a happy one, though. I was delighted that many of the marvelous feelings experienced during a romantic getaway don’t necessitate a partner—they come from the getaway itself. (Boy, publishing this info is going to thwart a lot of seducers.) 

You may want to try it. But I’ll warn you, people kept asking where I lived (it’s just something one asks in a tourist town). When I’d respond, “San Francisco,” they were shocked, because S.F. was just over the bridge. I was only a half hour from my apartment! No one could fathom my spending a holiday weekend so close to home, let alone by myself. I didn’t care. Besides, they kept saying, “I’m jealous” with immense longing in their voices. They so wanted what I was having.

Don’t wait for love if you have no mate. Love yourself and do it now. Make memories of fabulous holiday weekends with or without a significant other now. You might even meet your soul mate while you’re gallivanting about. (And I got to make lots of folks jealous, instead of just one significant other.)  

Afterthoughts: Okay, so enjoying life with or without a mate is relevant to everyone. Even if we have a significant other, we need to be happy in ourselves, or we can’t be fully happy with our beloved. Romantic Weekend, Straight Up is excerpted from my book, to be released fall, 2011.

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