The stitched side of my current sewing project, the one that I am calling "When I grow up."
I think for my most of my childhood if someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up I would have answered "Maybe a teacher." I know by the time I was in high school I was set on that course.
I don't think I would have said, "When I grow up my life style will be focused on sustainability." That probably started in 9th grade. I took a class called "Energy Education," a science class focused on energy sources. My dad helped me make a solar hot water heater for a class project...well, my dad made it while I watched and I presented it to the class. (As an aside, some of my favorite gifts from my parents have been tools.)
Sometime we talk about countries being older or younger. What does it mean for a nation to grow up? What would it mean for humanity to grow up?
Maybe I am thinking too much again...
Today was the second "Winter Market." There are three scheduled for the community I live in: one was in January, today's and then one in March. In April the market will return to being weekly. Today a friend of the family who has a booth at the market observed that I am faithful to the market. And I am. I go to almost every scheduled one.
Today I bought: pears, swiss chard, potatoes, bread, cheese, a turnip, dried beans, a cabbage and sunflower sprouts.
By the time I made it home from the market the clouds were breaking up and the sun was coming out. It felt warm enough that I turned off the heat and opened the windows up... it was good to air out the house. To dream of spring.
"When I grow up I will eat organic local food. I will grow fruits and vegetables and herbs. I will sell my car. I will make most of my clothes. I will be a caregiver and teacher. I will be a story teller."