Snowed In

Dave and I are at my parents’ house in rural Virginia. More than 10 inches of snow fell today, and I find it glorious. We talked a great deal – Dave, my mom and I (Dad is with his mother after surgery). Dave and I and the pup took a walk. We E-Bayed things and watched movies (Anyone know why people loved District 9 so much?), and honestly, none of us really got to the fully alert state that most days require. Really, it’s glorious.

My Current Reading List

I feel like I’ve been processing a lot – or as my friend Megan noted, “your mind is very busy this week, dear” – so I’m pulling back a little today and reflecting on what is making me think so much. A lot of this thinking is coming from my reading, most of which is spurred by this book I’m beginning to write.

So here’s what I’m in the middle of:
Her Fearful Symmetry by Audrey Niffenegger
Bringing It to the Table by Wendell Berry
The Writing Life by Annie Dillard
Small Wonder by Barbara Kingsolver
and I just finished Eating Animals by Jonathan Saffren Foer.

It’s all really good stuff, but it’s not easy stuff. And somehow this combination of writers and topics is really weaving together into this interesting connection of art and life and responsibility. I love when that happens.

So what are you reading? Anything I should pick up (as if I needed more to read)? Post your recommendations, and I”ll give a BookMooch point to the first twenty people who make a suggestion.

The Ups and Downs of Life in the City

So this morning, I was in a glorious mood, looking forward to my day of tutoring, a night of relaxation, and tomorrow off to write and read and grade and think before heading to my parents’ for the weekend. I had a great shower with perfectly hot water; I packed leftovers from last night’s dinner for my lunch; I loaded up my books and headed for the car.

only to find that my passenger side window had been broken in. Everything in the car – including a couple of books on CD from the library – had been rifled through. Glass was everywhere. My door was ajar. And it was cold in the car. Great moment!!

But then, I called Dave, talked to Kathy, and called the police. The report was filed, the change in plans executed (a change which involved a night in Dave’s suburban neighborhood instead of my urban one), and off to tutor I went. The drives up to school and down to D.C. were chilly, but I finished Jonathan Saffren Foer’s Eating Animals (look for the review in the coming days – talk about a life-changer) and get to spend the night with my sweetie (he’s making burritos as I type.)

In the end, all is well, as it alway is. I’m down some snacks – yes, that’s right the thief only stole a bag of raisins and a bag of sunflower seeds – but safe, not out a lot of cash, and still on track with life. I am blessed still.

And as Dave noted, at least I already ate the rice cakes that I had in the car for roadtrip snacks, or else I would really have taken a loss in all of this.

Hope you all have great nights.

Daily Tally – Miles-152; $-~15 on gas and 4 on lunch; Food – Biscuits, tapioca, green beans, baked Lays, fruit leather, and a veggie burrito. Car Break-In

(My) Rampant Consumerism

I’ve been stewing on this all day, thinking, weighing the benefits against the costs, and I’ve come to a decision. Each day, for the next year (give or take) I will, at the end of each blog post, include a little running tally of what I have consumed that day. The list will include three categories – miles driven, types of food eaten (i.e. veggies, fruits, breads, and animal products), and the things I have bought. In this way, I hope to both provide myself with a record of my habits but also encourage myself (and maybe some others) to curb my consumerist habits.

I simply need to cut back, and the more I think about the things that I struggle with – my dietary choices, my clothing choices, my entertainment choices, my spending choices – I find that many of them would be greatly simplified if I just consumed less. I could save money by eating less in general and by eating more healthily, by reading more often and using the library for “supplies,” by eating less I will probably lose weight and, thus, have less need for new clothes to fit my growing body, etc. All in all, less consumption seems the simplest answer.

Yet, I balk, not because it’s complicated or really that shocking an idea. Really, it’s a no-brainer. But I hesitate because I know it’s going to be hard. Just today, I could have paid to “rent” a movie from the library. Given, that choice is cheaper than Blockbuster or even Redbox, but the fact is that I have Netflix and a player that streams movies to my TV – therefore, I don’t need more options. I have too many as it is. Earlier, as I sat in my office hour, I thought about getting a soda for a couple of bucks, but I knew that I would a)either drink a ton of sugar or b)ingest chemicals in a diet drink, and either way, I’d be spending $1.69 that I could donate to people who don’t even have choices such as these to drink. In the end, I came home movieless and drank the water that I had brought in my reusable water bottle. Better choices all around.

I suspect the mileage issue will be hardest because I drive some distance to work and because Dave lives an hour away, but here I will curb too. I can walk to the store and to drop off my rent. Maybe I can even figure out how to take the train to Dave’s house.

This is a step that must be taken, and perhaps the shame, or maybe I should more healthily call it “accountability,” of having to post my consumption each day will hopefully be just the reminder that I need to take in less. Wish me luck.

Today’s figures – 96 Miles, $0, vegetables, cereal, crackers, bread, plum butter, homemade biscuits, homemade tapioca.

Shop Now Pay LaterSo True

Starting – Writing Into the Questions

I’m almost afraid to write this down for people to read because I have this superstitious feeling that it might jinx it. Or maybe I’m worried that people will be disappointed if I don’t follow through. But something larger is telling me to share, to put it out there, to trust myself and others. So here goes –

I started a book today.

There, I said it. Now I just need to resist the urge to delete the post before I hit save.

For a couple of years now (and maybe for my entire life), I have been actively live some fundamental questions – what does it mean to be a Believer and what does that core part of my identity mean to my responsibility to the earth’s creatures? What is the best thing to do in terms of my diet? What should I consume (food, clothes, books, art) or refrain from consuming? Where should I purchase those things that I do need? Where should I work so that I do the least harm with my driving? Where should I work so that I do the most good with my gifts and education? What do things like Facebook and Twitter mean for human communication? What does it really mean to “slow life down?” How do I work to end poverty, to seek justice, to show mercy? What is the balance I should strike between my answers to these questions and the people around me? What should my pets eat?

So this morning, as I felt a little guilty using hot water to fill my lovely whirlpool tub (I refrained from turning on the jets so as to save a little energy), I was reading Barbara Kingsolver’s Small Wonder and feeling sorry for myself that I, too, couldn’t look at the window and watch a hummingbird build a nest. I was really working through the idea that I didn’t have anything to say, that because I am feeling a little isolated now, a little boxed in by the urban life and the demands of work, I had put myself in a situation where I couldn’t write. Basically, I was having a bathrub pity party.

But then, by some true miracle of grace, I started to think about the idea of invitations. For a few blessed months last year, I lived by invitation, accepting the opportunities that were granted me and glorying in the ease and pleasure of that. So I began to pray that I would be given an invitation to write. At that moment, I realized that I had so much to say about these questions and that maybe I should say them because, as I told my students’ yesterday, each of us has a totally individual perspective on the world and, thus, each of us has something to say. So, here I am an hour and a half later, three pages under my belt and ideas percolating softly in the center of my chest. There is glory in this.

Over the next few months, you’ll probably see me working out some of my writing here, and I hope you will participate. I would love to hear your thoughts on the questions I posed above or on anything related to the idea of how to live lives true to our identities in a world that sometimes seems bent on pulling us into homogeny or apathy or despair. How do we live truth and grace at the same time? I’m not sure there are answers, but maybe there are more questions that lead us further down the path. I’m sure there are.

And speaking of paths, my friends’ brought their daughter, Ila, home from Haiti yesterday. They are tired, but they are together. Ila’s journey continues.

Thank you for reading, for thinking, and for living. Really, thank you.

A Path Through the Winter Forest – from “Have a Little Faith in Me”

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