Well, the computer is still not at its best, but I think it is definitely the battery, and a new one will arrive shortly. I must say, Apple doesn't make it easy for consumers of their products. My phone is also having issues - I don't have a clue what that's about, and my TV, with this new digital signal garbage (if you ask me, it's a Big Brother plot to keep us all monitored), I can only get 2 channels. And it's not even Mercury Retrograde at the moment!!
My computer has emotional problems at the moment. I'm hoping it simply requires a new battery, and I'll know that after the new one arrives. In the meantime, I'm keeping this week's entries short. (Besides, it's another 'nuthin' week!)
Or is that just cause I don't watch the news much? At least our news, which is all about politics - gag!! - or the latest school shooting, or the latest sex scandal. One gets the impression that everyone out there is a monster and it's better to hide in your house. Do you suppose that's what we're supposed to be thinking and feeling, since the guys with the money ( who want to keep it, thank you very much) would much prefer we're all afraid of each other, so they can get on with ruling the world, and having lots of fun doing it?
I wonder if doing a detox makes you turn inwards, or maybe it's just the time of year?
It occurs to me that our behavior is not so different than animals scrabbling for territory. We wipe out, or at the very least, brand the competition as "bad," or "evil," whatever form it takes—be it other humans, animals, or plants. Thus the monikers "pest," and "weed." And we go to war on them. The strongest wins. Smarts has nothing to do with it, as we witness daily.
It's the same thing that makes a smart person continue to be an addict, whatever be his or her drug of choice.
Seems clear to me - if we don't learn to love our home, we're going to lose it—or at least access to it, as IT will most likely survive us, if not entirely intact. So the primary goal of this website is to engender curiosity about something in nature—anything, whether it's an amoeba or the oceans. Whatever does it for you —get active, if you can, or get interested and support, if you're like me and are not able or inclined to tromp around in the woods.
I am an artist and writer, living off grid, in a strawbale house on the high mesa near Taos, New Mexico. I have four cats, and live amongst a variety of wildlife including, but not limited to: coyote, pronghorn antelope, elk, endless bunnies and jackrabbits (and myriad other rodents), ravens, mountain bluebirds, rattlesnakes, and tarantula.
The cats stay in, everything else stays out.