Learning to Breath

God, it’s hot and I am not used to wearing a mask while out in the sun. I used to love the feel of the sun on my face. Now the idea of it comes with thoughts of skin cancer and illness. Ok, go slow girl, breathing in a mask takes regulated breaths, not spurts or gulps of air. All I need to do is get to the storage shed to pick up some gardening tools for the make shift greenhouse I built on the patio.

I still marvel at how necessity drives change and invention. 9 years ago I couldn’t grow a weed if I tried. Now I have tomatos, zuccini, lettuce, cucumbers, quinoa, onions, garlic, chives, mint, tarragon, basil, cilantro, sage and rosemary. So far, so good. I’ve been able to grow enough food for myself and my boyfriend but looking to expand the garden. If only I could connect with others who grow their own food so we could barter goods and seeds. That has been a challenge with our communication infrastructures in question. Another project I have committed myself to these days besides survival.

To think in my old life I used to work in technology, building web sites, communities and playing with emerging media to create socially relevant interactions. HA! what I wouldn’t give to have the internet back and then again, not being so connected has been good in a strange way too. But I miss the contact with others like me. Where are they?

Focus kiddo. Tools, garden, harvest before produce becomes too ripe. We live in a delicate balance of time and nature now and every action requires focus… none of the multi-tasking days of old…