Rising up

Good day my lovely people! I know I’ve been poor at keeping up to date and honestly I don’t ee myself writing consistently until there is more traveling to report. So bear with me here.I’m making serious headway. My propane set up has been completed and I had the most successful and inexpensive harware store trip in the history if hardware store trips. I have new shelves and an extra counter. The floor is taking shape. Tomorrow the water tank is getting a heave-ho. This weekend or next will be move in day.I think one of the more prevalent things on my mind right now is how to reignite my activism. I care so deeply for this world and living the minimalist lifestyle is just not enough. I want people to take notice of our impending doom. I want us all to unite in love to stop the greed imbedded in humanity. This starts within all of us, because in the tiniest manners we greed over non-particulars, each of us as individuals. I believe, in some way, that this is the very thing we should be sharing with others to heal this world. I greed over love. I never have enough. I’ve come to the awareness that this is the thing I must find in myself for myself and find the capacity to share, openly, without shame. My cheeks start burning just thinking of something like that. There is my block, and my goal and my hindrance is all myself.I try to lead by example. What I wish to see of others, I almsot silently do for them. But there can be nothing wrong in my asking of others to simply “share the smiles.” It’s all a great ploy for more people to find my page and get my message. Whatever my message carries to you, I feel this growing urgency to shout it more over the rooftops.I don’t think this revolution happens by banning straws for individuals. We have to find a way to stop the corporations. Banning straws is appeasing people. Getting them to recyle, makes us feel like we are taking control, in small ways, while big businesses are free to pollute undeterred. Boycotting is a valuable way to bring down large corporations. That means also abstaining from large production “organic” foods which also lines their pockets. I have a major shift coming in my life, because I like using my foodstamps to purchase novelty foods. the kids never go hungry and convenience is a big thing for our life stylre. But this shit is getting real.I can’t physically march on washington, or to industrial sites with my children in tow. But martyrdom would just suit me too well and I’d die too quietly for people to start the revolution. So maybe this seat has it’s purpose. I know I have purpose. I have voice and I have love. You have voice and you have love. Just a little bit of effort.I’m swimming in thoughts on this urgency. I don’t care what kind of revolt happens, but it’s time. this system is broken and the earth is dying. I’m so tempted to start youtubing in an effort to reach all of these people that will not read more than a paragraph.There is so much to learn in this process of mobility. I feel called to learn as much as possible about fixing my own bus, as well as communicating to this world. I’m not quite feeling like I know the full extent of the project ahead of me, but I’m willing to do it step by step, breath by breath. Dividing my attention between a million things a little at a time.I’ve began the process of learning how to spin thread with a drop spindle. It is a calming exercise and I think it will come in handy in the near future as well as the long term. The children are getting more schooling and reading time, as well as exposure to new practical hands on experiments. All the bus projects are coming together in a wild shuffle of my sporadic mind, with intention of creating more efficency in this upcoming chapter. My mind is also on little things such as engine maintnance with a semi-solid, faith-ridden plan on the transmission thing. Currently sporting a flat, and dearly due for an oil change, she started just fine last week. I’m very optimistic.Especially considering all the help I’ve received from Crikett with the loan of a car (!! this shit’s real, there’s a car that I’m free to use whenever needed, making hardware store runs a breeze). My dad coming up with knick knack tools. My mom and her patience. My brother for watching the kids on occasion and getting me to relax sometimes, too. Many people in my life and our communications. My facebook feed of multiple continents enabling many perspectives to be a value in my life. Saliha and her persona and her possible visit fairly soon.My point here is, I can’t do this life all by myself. I can’t do this just “being me.” But there is this thing I feel called to do. I have this urge to wake you all up. I want to put in a lot of effort for you to put in a little effort and help me out.Crikett and Sam pointed out (to a blank wall) that voting is a way. I feel the system is rigged. But if it takes a super rigged election to wake every body up I want to call for that. I will go out of my way and instigate voting, touting along side my minimalism, naturalism and anticapitalism. I’m willing to step out and face bullshit. and then call it all out. Fuck the patriarchy. For all my sisters and brothers and sibs and cousins. For your Majesties and gentlefolk.Bring it on, but I’ll be damned to sit by quietly as this earth burns!On a gentler note, I’m going to get one of my front teeth pulled. I’m awaiting it impatiently. I’m getting a clip for cosmetic purposes, but I really feel honored to be reminded by my tooth that I have the luck of choice. And the power to choose.So here I am, spouting love into you. Love for your world and for your fellow human. Grab each other by the hand, take a deep breath together. Tell them “This world is dying and I need you to buy local, boycott polluters, vote sensibly, drive economically, and spread the word to raise ourselves to the power we have.” If we don’t start getting together now, then when?So loving you!