<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324</id><updated>2012-01-05T23:57:32.532-08:00</updated><category term='ethics'/><category term='invisable structures'/><category term='new cosmology'/><category term='emotional growth'/><category term='rainwater harvesting'/><category term='Great Work'/><category term='politics'/><category term='regenerative design'/><category term='permaculuture'/><category term='marketing'/><category term='intention'/><category term='invisible structures'/><category term='permaculture'/><category term='compassion charter'/><category term='slow money'/><category term='Nate Downey'/><category term='Thomas Berry'/><category term='carbon sequestration'/><title type='text'>Denise Rushing</title><subtitle type='html'>Insight...     Inspiration...      Intention...     Innovation</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-4070091862230257710</id><published>2012-01-05T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T23:56:25.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good talk on Leadership</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qp0HIF3SfI4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-4070091862230257710?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/4070091862230257710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/4070091862230257710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-talk-on-leadership.html' title='A good talk on Leadership'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qp0HIF3SfI4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-4984192399294682116</id><published>2011-10-08T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T19:21:52.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carbon sequestration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slow money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regenerative design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permaculuture'/><title type='text'>Slow the Money Down</title><content type='html'>I encountered these questions today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What would the world be like if we invested 50% of our assets within 50 miles of where we live? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if there were a new generation of companies that gave away 50% of their profits?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if there were 50% more organic matter in our soil 50 years from now?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the heart of regenerative design: slowing the money down to stay where we work and live and, in doing so, providing &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; wealth for the future.&amp;nbsp; Our wealth will be in the form of thriving local living economies and fertile, rich, abundant soil.&amp;nbsp;  By "returning the surplus" (a permaculture ethic)&amp;nbsp; we create and ensure such a future--one of ever increasing abundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that carbon is best sequestered in soil?  That the simple act of building soil, around the world, will help the climate? Think about that.&amp;nbsp; This means that we can repair the world... one compost bucket at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-4984192399294682116?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/4984192399294682116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/4984192399294682116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2011/10/slow-money-down.html' title='Slow the Money Down'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-7937026759586674074</id><published>2011-09-18T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T06:13:50.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gross National Happiness...</title><content type='html'>Anything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1CLJwYW6-Ao" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-7937026759586674074?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/7937026759586674074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/7937026759586674074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2011/09/gross-national-happiness.html' title='Gross National Happiness...'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1CLJwYW6-Ao/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-1715768557638776727</id><published>2011-09-16T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T06:20:52.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas Berry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invisible structures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new cosmology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permaculture'/><title type='text'>Permaculture Book: Tending the Soul's Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wyOWrnd4DJI/TndBCxnxVqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hvoeNoA5kgY/s1600/SGcover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wyOWrnd4DJI/TndBCxnxVqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hvoeNoA5kgY/s320/SGcover.jpg" width="187" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Denise's book entitled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tending the Soul's Garden&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Permaculture as a Way Forward in Difficult Times&lt;/span&gt; is available online.&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to order the paperback, visit here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.createspace.com/3602930"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="70" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oehi5TStCbI/TnTg5A5WqmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/vQaaf6RrlE0/s200/btn_book.JPG" width="250" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="70" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5DFU8y6sKhw/TcT-yRAwWnI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ShSfyFvKbSg/s320/SGcover.jpg" width="45" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You can also order via &lt;a href="http://amzn.com/0983502609"&gt;Amazon.com:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or buy the ebook here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lulu.com/commerce/index.php?fBuyContent=10611123"&gt;&lt;img alt="Support independent publishing: Buy this e-book on Lulu." border="0" src="http://static.lulu.com/images/services/buy_now_buttons/us/book.gif?20110510125909" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-1715768557638776727?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/1715768557638776727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/1715768557638776727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2011/09/denise-book-tending-soul-garden.html' title='Permaculture Book: Tending the Soul&apos;s Garden'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wyOWrnd4DJI/TndBCxnxVqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hvoeNoA5kgY/s72-c/SGcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-5268560403226912288</id><published>2011-09-16T18:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T18:45:21.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainwater harvesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nate Downey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permaculture'/><title type='text'>Harvest the Rain--Book Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Ps4whs-_Nw/TnP7bpTKIzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tSRr6jXVWnY/s1600/htrain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Ps4whs-_Nw/TnP7bpTKIzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tSRr6jXVWnY/s200/htrain.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jqd8SZprxt8/TnP69TSI79I/AAAAAAAAAMc/FnShzhfAf18/s1600/htrain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, October 7, 2011 from 3:00 pm until 5:00 pm &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Watershed Books in Lakeport, California will celebrate the publication of a new book by Nate Downey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harvest the Rain: How to Enrich Your Life by Seeing Every Storm as a Resource&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a preview..&lt;br /&gt;For millennia, people relied on rainwater harvesting to supply water for households, landscape, livestock, and agricultural uses.&amp;nbsp; Today, our planet's water shortage is a reality for people worldwide, but actually enough precipitation falls annually to provide ample water for everybody.&amp;nbsp; We simply have to collect, store, distribute, and reuse just a small percentage of that which falls from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately this way of saving the world comes with perks such as increasing your property's value, lowering your utility bills, or simply creating a comfortable oasis outside your door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his new book, Nate Downey shows you the way that anyone can use to begin implementing rainwater harvesting designs today&amp;nbsp; Harvest the Rain is low tech, designed for everyone, everywhere, even for those with limited time and money.&amp;nbsp; In addition to cisterns, gray water, and earthworks, the book shares important ways to help protect your local watershed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join us on Friday, October 7th, meet and chat with Nate [and have him sign his book for you}&lt;br /&gt;Refreshments too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information feel free to contact Cheri at Watershed Books&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 305 North Main Street&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lakeport, CA&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 707.263.5787&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; cheri@watershedbookco.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-5268560403226912288?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/5268560403226912288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/5268560403226912288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2011/09/book-event-at-watershed-books-in.html' title='Harvest the Rain--Book Event'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Ps4whs-_Nw/TnP7bpTKIzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tSRr6jXVWnY/s72-c/htrain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-4008906017538909122</id><published>2011-09-16T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T13:40:24.561-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ethics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intention'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invisable structures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new cosmology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permaculture'/><title type='text'>Intention</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r_jzbVODdkw/TnPeKPGTryI/AAAAAAAAAL8/GWZGIzBfl5U/s1600/P1010058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r_jzbVODdkw/TnPeKPGTryI/AAAAAAAAAL8/GWZGIzBfl5U/s200/P1010058.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "ＭＳ 明朝";}@font-face {  font-family: "ＭＳ ゴシック";}@font-face {  font-family: "Cambria Math";}@font-face {  font-family: "Handwriting - Dakota";}@font-face {  font-family: "Palatino Linotype";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }h3 { margin: 6pt 9pt 12pt 0in; text-align: center; page-break-after: avoid; font-size: 14pt; font-family: "Handwriting - Dakota"; font-weight: normal; }span.MsoEndnoteReference { vertical-align: super; }p.MsoEndnoteText, li.MsoEndnoteText, div.MsoEndnoteText { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }span.Heading3Char { font-family: "Handwriting - Dakota"; }span.EndnoteTextChar { font-family: "ＭＳ 明朝"; }.MsoChpDefault { font-size: 10pt; }div.WordSection1 { page: WordSection1; }&lt;/style&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 130%; margin: 0in 44.65pt 0.0001pt 0.75in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8255088&amp;amp;postID=1690395893103034032" name="_Toc165994453"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 130%; margin: 0in 44.65pt 0.0001pt 0.75in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 130%; margin: 0in 44.65pt 0.0001pt 0.75in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Inspiration is not garnered from the litanies of what may befall us; it resides in humanity’s willingness to restore, redress, reform, rebuild, recover, reimagine, and reconsider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 130%; margin: 0in 44.65pt 0.0001pt 0.75in; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;;"&gt; Paul Hawken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ethical Intention&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 130%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Permaculture&amp;nbsp;starts with &lt;i&gt;ethical intention&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The three statements of ethical intention for the practice of permaculture are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 130%; margin: 0in 22.5pt 0.0001pt 45pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Care of Earth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;:&lt;/i&gt; All life systems have the provisions and resources to continue and thrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 130%; margin: 0in 22.5pt 0.0001pt 45pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Care of People&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: All people have the provisions to access the resources necessary for their existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 130%; margin: 0in 22.5pt 0.0001pt 45pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Fair share”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; or &lt;b&gt;Return the Surplus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: We set limits to consumption by taking only what we need, and by governing our own needs so that resources are set aside for Earth&amp;nbsp;and others.&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8255088#_edn1" name="_ednref1" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoEndnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoEndnoteReference"&gt;[i]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 130%; margin: 0in 22.5pt 0.0001pt 45pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 130%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The ethical intention&amp;nbsp;is a statement of our most significant primary relationships and in some sense, what “right” or “good” relationship&amp;nbsp;can be. The ethical intention of permaculture is the conscious dream, or the desired fruit of our work.&amp;nbsp; We imagine the world as we would like it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 130%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Underlying this deepest intention of permaculture, is a personal &lt;i&gt;decision&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;or commitment to&lt;i&gt; take responsibility&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;for our own existence and that of future generations. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 130%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This decision&amp;nbsp;is profound, and by making it, we find inner resources and give ourselves permission to learn and grow. &amp;nbsp;By this commitment, to take responsibility&amp;nbsp;for our own existence and that of future generations,&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;we begin with a decision for our own existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 130%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We, thus, must begin this journey with ourselves:&amp;nbsp; our own inner being, inner authority, inner wisdom and deepest emotions, dreams and desires.&amp;nbsp; In this ethical intention, we, by necessity, first open ourselves to a path of self-knowledge and growth.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr align="left" size="1" width="33%" /&gt;&lt;div id="edn1"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoEndnoteText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8255088#_ednref1" name="_edn1" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoEndnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoEndnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;[i]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Adapted from Mollison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;, B. (1988). &lt;i&gt;PERMACULTURE: A Designers' Manual.&lt;/i&gt; Sisters Creek, Tasmania 7325, Australia: Tagari Publications. p. 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoEndnoteText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-4008906017538909122?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/4008906017538909122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/4008906017538909122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2011/09/intention.html' title='Intention'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r_jzbVODdkw/TnPeKPGTryI/AAAAAAAAAL8/GWZGIzBfl5U/s72-c/P1010058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-4278551858285693146</id><published>2011-09-02T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:52.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regenerative design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permaculture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great Work'/><title type='text'>What is Permaculture?</title><content type='html'>At first look, permaculture, also known as regenerative design or ecological agriculture, (&lt;b&gt;perm&lt;/b&gt;anent agri&lt;b&gt;culture&lt;/b&gt;) is an ecologically-based design system which allows us to improve our relationship with the land by observing and imitating nature, while using and integrating natural systems and methods rather than fighting against them.  Permaculture ethics, root practices and principles are those of nature herself, and can be applied to the garden, the farm, and indeed any living system including human structures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in practice, permaculture also cultivates a way of being that tends to go much deeper than simply a system of ecological design.  Somehow, by engaging with nature in intimate observation, we gradually become a part of the system and magically and necessarily engage in our own evolution and transformation.  In fact, the ethics, principles, and roots of permaculture practice, can go far beyond the garden or farm and into the invisible structures of our relationships with ourselves and others, as well as our community and organizational structures.  By engaging in permaculture, one soon and eagerly applies the approach to other complex systems and challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the key tenets of permaculture is &lt;i&gt;relationship&lt;/i&gt;.  Everything gardens.  In an actual garden, this is easy to observe, over time.  Every element in a garden, whether it is a plant, an insect, a rock, a pond, animals, a tree or a structure, has an effect on the others.  The effect, in most cases, is predictable just by observing the nature of the element placed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, where I live in Northern California, a large rock in a garden covers the soil preserving moisture, creates habitat for frogs and lizards, provides shade at certain times of the day, and may even create a small micro-climate for some plants.  The rock, by its very being, its relationships and its placement, is gardening.  It might be fair to say that we, like the rock, need simply find our appropriate place and relationships to create a beneficial impact.  And, like the rock, we might have a detrimental impact if we are not in the appropriate relationships or place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, permaculture offers a way to engage with the world on a small scale, while keeping in mind a vision for the larger design.  This is how nature works: a set of laws or principles, such as gravity and atomic bonds, are true for all systems, and nature uses the same elemental building blocks to evolve many diverse, intelligent, systems—systems that evolve from small experiments into successful co-creative regenerative ecosystems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By understanding how systems work and especially how they change, we can accept that we are doing our part by doing what we do well and what we feel the energy to do.&amp;nbsp; We work at what brings us joy.&amp;nbsp; We can look for those points of leverage where a small amount of applied energy can have a large impact.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Paradoxically, by focusing on small solutions, we find meaning and purpose even in the face of the larger destruction around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Give me a lever long enough and a fulcrum on which to place it, and I shall move the world." &lt;/i&gt;--Archimedes&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-4278551858285693146?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/4278551858285693146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/4278551858285693146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-is-permaculture.html' title='What is Permaculture?'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-357284467165241531</id><published>2011-08-01T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:52.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Miracle, All Sacred</title><content type='html'>In this year 2011, may we see all creation as sacred....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="240" height="193"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nfLI1l_Pda4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nfLI1l_Pda4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-357284467165241531?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/357284467165241531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/357284467165241531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2011/08/all-miracle-all-sacred.html' title='All Miracle, All Sacred'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-8767145332323500255</id><published>2011-07-02T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:52.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compassion charter'/><title type='text'>Charter for Compassion</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/likebox.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Fhome.php%23%21%2Fpages%2FLake-County-Charter-for-Compassion%2F178350588854966&amp;amp;width=500&amp;amp;colorscheme=dark&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;stream=false&amp;header=true&amp;height=420" scrolling="yes"frameborder="0" style="border:none; 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My thought at the time was that barn owl habitat would bring barn owls and barn owls would prey on rodents, which are always abundant on a walnut orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for a variety of reasons, the boxes were not attractive to barn owls.  In time, the plywood deteriorated and the boxes fell from the trees.  In the meantime, the walnut trees continued to age and now they provide what looks like plenty of owl habitat where old branches used to be.  We hear the owls at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, much to my surprise (though I realize the irony here) we DO have a barn owl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living in the barn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-565105546533214517?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/565105546533214517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/565105546533214517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2010/10/barn-owl.html' title='Barn Owl'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-3128562571513531495</id><published>2010-02-03T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:52.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Orchard: Early Spring?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloggingforsanity.net/uploaded_images/trees-755586.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://bloggingforsanity.net/uploaded_images/trees-755584.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If we had a local groundhog emerge yesterday, it would have predicted an early spring here at Dancing TreePeople Orchard.  The signs of spring are everywhere: daffodils are emerging, jonquils have already begun their flowering, the orchard canopy is teaming with a variety of birds: robins, redwing blackbirds, swallows, wild turkey, red-headed woodpeckers and an occasional heron.  On the domestic front, last seasons chick have begun laying eggs, though they have not selected a consistent location: each day brings another egg hunt for sport and entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our soil is soft and saturated with the recent rain, grasses, grains and legumes have sprouted.  I wish I had made some seed balls this winter as the conditions are perfect for their sprouting right now.  Perhaps next season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, it is a joy to plan this years garden: the soils are alive with rich compost and rotting straw cover.  Dancing TreePeople orchard is coming back to life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-3128562571513531495?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/3128562571513531495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/3128562571513531495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2010/02/orchard-early-spring.html' title='The Orchard: Early Spring?'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-3536710237529795932</id><published>2010-01-01T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:52.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Today, I made lentil soup and served it with some crusty garlic bread.  Lentil soup on New Year's Day is a tradition in our family.  My grandmother and great grandmother brought the tradion over from Germany--it was believed that lentils on New Years Day would bring abundance and health in the year to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loretta's tradition is the observe January 1 with a Peace Prayer.  This can take a variety of forms and focuses on the world and others outside our own community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, we combined the traditions and had others over for a peace prayer and lentil soup as a celebration of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-3536710237529795932?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/3536710237529795932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/3536710237529795932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-1220079393448752875</id><published>2009-08-13T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:52.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Commencement Speech</title><content type='html'>I really like this--Paul Hawken is amazing anyway and this is a speech I wish I wrote (I've given a similar one) , This one is SO right on....  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Commencement: Healing or Stealing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unforgettable Commencement Address 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Paul Hawken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was invited to give this speech, I was asked if I could give a simple short talk that was “direct, naked, taut, honest, passionate, lean, shivering, startling, and graceful.” No pressure there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s begin with the startling part. Class of 2009: you are going to have to figure out what it means to be a human being on earth at a time when every living system is declining, and the rate of decline is accelerating. Kind of a mind-boggling situation... but not one peer-reviewed paper published in the last thirty years can refute that statement. Basically, civilization needs a new operating system, you are the programmers, and we need it within a few decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This planet came with a set of instructions, but we seem to have misplaced them. Important rules like don’t poison the water, soil, or air, don’t let the earth get overcrowded, and don’t touch the thermostat have been broken. Buckminster Fuller said that spaceship earth was so ingeniously designed that no one has a clue that we are on one, flying through the universe at a million miles per hour, with no need for seatbelts, lots of room in coach, and really good food—but all that is changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is invisible writing on the back of the diploma you will receive, and in case you didn’t bring lemon juice to decode it, I can tell you what it says: You are Brilliant, and the Earth is Hiring. The earth couldn’t afford to send recruiters or limos to your school. It sent you rain, sunsets, ripe cherries, night blooming jasmine, and that unbelievably cute person you are dating. Take the hint. And here’s the deal: Forget that this task of planet-saving is not possible in the time required. Don’t be put off by people who know what is not possible. Do what needs to be done, and check to see if it was impossible only after you are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked if I am pessimistic or optimistic about the future, my answer is always the same: If you look at the science about what is happening on earth and aren’t pessimistic, you don’t understand the data. But if you meet the people who are working to restore this earth and the lives of the poor, and you aren’t optimistic, you haven’t got a pulse. What I see everywhere in the world are ordinary people willing to confront despair, power, and incalculable odds in order to restore some semblance of grace, justice, and beauty to this world. The poet Adrienne Rich wrote, “So much has been destroyed I have cast my lot with those who, age after age, perversely, with no extraordinary power, reconstitute the world.” There could be no better description. Humanity is coalescing. It is reconstituting the world, and the action is taking place in schoolrooms, farms, jungles, villages, campuses, companies, refuge camps, deserts, fisheries, and slums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You join a multitude of caring people. No one knows how many groups and organizations are working on the most salient issues of our day: climate change, poverty, deforestation, peace, water, hunger, conservation, human rights, and more. This is the largest movement the world has ever seen. Rather than control, it seeks connection. Rather than dominance, it strives to disperse concentrations of power. Like Mercy Corps, it works behind the scenes and gets the job done. Large as it is, no one knows the true size of this movement. It provides hope, support, and meaning to billions of people in the world. Its clout resides in idea, not in force. It is made up of teachers, children, peasants, businesspeople, rappers, organic farmers, nuns, artists, government workers, fisherfolk, engineers, students, incorrigible writers, weeping Muslims, concerned mothers, poets, doctors without borders, grieving Christians, street musicians, the President of the United States of America, and as the writer David James Duncan would say, the Creator, the One who loves us all in such a huge way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a rabbinical teaching that says if the world is ending and the Messiah arrives, first plant a tree, and then see if the story is true. Inspiration is not garnered from the litanies of what may befall us; it resides in humanity’s willingness to restore, redress, reform, rebuild, recover, reimagine, and reconsider. “One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice,” is Mary Oliver’s description of moving away from the profane toward a deep sense of connectedness to the living world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions of people are working on behalf of strangers, even if the evening news is usually about the death of strangers. This kindness of strangers has religious, even mythic origins, and very specific eighteenth-century roots. Abolitionists were the first people to create a national and global movement to defend the rights of those they did not know. Until that time, no group had filed a grievance except on behalf of itself. The founders of this movement were largely unknown — Granville Clark, Thomas Clarkson, Josiah Wedgwood — and their goal was ridiculous on the face of it: at that time three out of four people in the world were enslaved. Enslaving each other was what human beings had done for ages. And the abolitionist movement was greeted with incredulity. Conservative spokesmen ridiculed the abolitionists as liberals, progressives, do-gooders, meddlers, and activists. They were told they would ruin the economy and drive England into poverty. But for the first time in history a group of people organized themselves to help people they would never know, from whom they would never receive direct or indirect benefit. And today tens of millions of people do this every day. It is called the world of non-profits, civil society, schools, social entrepreneurship, non-governmental organizations, and companies who place social and environmental justice at the top of their strategic goals. The scope and scale of this effort is unparalleled in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The living world is not “out there” somewhere, but in your heart. What do we know about life? In the words of biologist Janine Benyus, life creates the conditions that are conducive to life. I can think of no better motto for a future economy. We have tens of thousands of abandoned homes without people and tens of thousands of abandoned people without homes. We have failed bankers advising failed regulators on how to save failed assets. We are the only species on the planet without full employment. Brilliant. We have an economy that tells us that it is cheaper to destroy earth in real time rather than renew, restore, and sustain it. You can print money to bail out a bank but you can’t print life to bail out a planet. At present we are stealing the future, selling it in the present, and calling it gross domestic product. We can just as easily have an economy that is based on healing the future instead of stealing it. We can either create assets for the future or take the assets of the future. One is called restoration and the other exploitation. And whenever we exploit the earth we exploit people and cause untold suffering. Working for the earth is not a way to get rich, it is a way to be rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first living cell came into being nearly 40 million centuries ago, and its direct descendants are in all of our bloodstreams. Literally you are breathing molecules this very second that were inhaled by Moses, Mother Teresa, and Bono. We are vastly interconnected. Our fates are inseparable. We are here because the dream of every cell is to become two cells. And dreams come true. In each of you are one quadrillion cells, 90 percent of which are not human cells. Your body is a community, and without those other microorganisms you would perish in hours. Each human cell has 400 billion molecules conducting millions of processes between trillions of atoms. The total cellular activity in one human body is staggering: one septillion actions at any one moment, a one with twenty-four zeros after it. In a millisecond, our body has undergone ten times more processes than there are stars in the universe, which is exactly what Charles Darwin foretold when he said science would discover that each living creature was a “little universe, formed of a host of self-propagating organisms, inconceivably minute and as numerous as the stars of heaven.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have two questions for you all: First, can you feel your body? Stop for a moment. Feel your body. One septillion activities going on simultaneously, and your body does this so well you are free to ignore it, and wonder instead when this speech will end. You can feel it. It is called life. This is who you are. Second question: who is in charge of your body? Who is managing those molecules? Hopefully not a political party. Life is creating the conditions that are conducive to life inside you, just as in all of nature. Our innate nature is to create the conditions that are conducive to life. What I want you to imagine is that collectively humanity is evincing a deep innate wisdom in coming together to heal the wounds and insults of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson once asked what we would do if the stars only came out once every thousand years. No one would sleep that night, of course. The world would create new religions overnight. We would be ecstatic, delirious, made rapturous by the glory of God. Instead, the stars come out every night and we watch television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This extraordinary time when we are globally aware of each other and the multiple dangers that threaten civilization has never happened, not in a thousand years, not in ten thousand years. Each of us is as complex and beautiful as all the stars in the universe. We have done great things and we have gone way off course in terms of honoring creation. You are graduating to the most amazing, stupefying challenge ever bequested to any generation. The generations before you failed. They didn’t stay up all night. They got distracted and lost sight of the fact that life is a miracle every moment of your existence. Nature beckons you to be on her side. You couldn’t ask for a better boss. The most unrealistic person in the world is the cynic, not the dreamer. Hope only makes sense when it doesn’t make sense to be hopeful. This is your century. Take it and run as if your life depends on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-1220079393448752875?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/1220079393448752875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/1220079393448752875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2009/08/commencement-speech.html' title='Commencement Speech'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-2583242724569330415</id><published>2008-12-23T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:52.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Different Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google me and you might find&lt;br /&gt;that I once sat behind a mahogany desk&lt;br /&gt;In a corner office&lt;br /&gt;with a view of the bay&lt;br /&gt;I decided things of importance, and thought myself so&lt;br /&gt;Awake.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but wisdom found my hiding places&lt;br /&gt;haunting me with dreams of twisting buildings and tidal waves&lt;br /&gt;and earth shifting, opening wide the ground&lt;br /&gt;beneath my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I spread straw in the orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I harvest snow peas and snap beans and sage,&lt;br /&gt;and create fragrant, savory soup from fresh kale.  &lt;br /&gt;Squash and tomatoes fill my baskets in summer&lt;br /&gt;I am as morning mist descends from our mountain&lt;br /&gt;and white pelicans ride gossamer threads&lt;br /&gt;above our waters&lt;br /&gt;I make clay pots,&lt;br /&gt;and  pray amidst dancing trees, listening&lt;br /&gt;deeply called&lt;br /&gt;to heal the land&lt;br /&gt;from a wildness within me that doesn't decide&lt;br /&gt;anything&lt;br /&gt;yet knows what it means to be in this place,&lt;br /&gt;enchanted and magical, loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I dream&lt;br /&gt;different dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-2583242724569330415?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/2583242724569330415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/2583242724569330415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2008/12/poem.html' title='A poem'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-1775323772218577219</id><published>2008-04-20T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:52.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A love story</title><content type='html'>I was reminded today of how very much I love this place and the people who live here.  &lt;br /&gt;This montage of photos is offered as a gift: in deep gratitude for what we have.  The photographs were taken at or within a few miles of my home here in Upper Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5m5NyxZ26Vg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5m5NyxZ26Vg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-1775323772218577219?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/1775323772218577219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/1775323772218577219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-story.html' title='A love story'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-2821880507540084686</id><published>2008-03-11T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:52.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 11: Renee's Birthday Message</title><content type='html'>It took me a whole year to post this.  Here is a very short video message from Renee at this time last year here: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MmblQYLDEts"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MmblQYLDEts" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't bring myself to post this until today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-2821880507540084686?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/2821880507540084686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/2821880507540084686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-11-renee-birthday-message.html' title='March 11: Renee&amp;#39;s Birthday Message'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-4699534286458823296</id><published>2008-03-04T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:52.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Springtime</title><content type='html'>I do not remember last spring.  Or summer or autumn for that matter.  It has been a very long winter --seems like a very long one indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we live in a Universe of renewal, and spring does eventually come, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this poem after a weekend of beauty here.  And I, overcome by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Springtime&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIolets and jonquils&lt;br /&gt;celebrate sunlight, &lt;br /&gt;together. &lt;br /&gt;Mint and Marjoram,&lt;br /&gt;your new leaves &lt;br /&gt;sing aloud!&lt;br /&gt;Quail &lt;br /&gt;so quick and fleeting…&lt;br /&gt;Did you remember her promise?&lt;br /&gt;(She said you would come!)&lt;br /&gt;a glimpse,&lt;br /&gt;unexpected, brought  &lt;br /&gt;tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of Joy,&lt;br /&gt;I thought you would not find me!&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude,&lt;br /&gt;You remembered&lt;br /&gt;My fragile heart.&lt;br /&gt;Springtime,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being here, &lt;br /&gt;Thank you, &lt;i&gt;Thank you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-4699534286458823296?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/4699534286458823296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/4699534286458823296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2008/03/springtime.html' title='Springtime'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-2455185889141952018</id><published>2007-10-19T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:52.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing</title><content type='html'>Thanks so much to all who have supported me in my grief process in whatever ways i have asked of you.  There are some who expect me to be okay by now....    I'm really not, and I do not know when I will be.  What I know is that healing will take more time than I could have imagined and I will never be the same as I was before.  I need time and space to heal --sometimes it helps to withdraw from social events, sometimes work and activity is a balm.  Grief catches me by surprise on most days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kindness is a lifeline, each gesture a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-2455185889141952018?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/2455185889141952018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/2455185889141952018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2007/10/healing.html' title='Healing'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-1663400598348152846</id><published>2007-08-29T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:52.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Good Food</title><content type='html'>In the last 24 hours, I chose meals that were locally grown--all grown almost entirely from my own farm and garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bloggingforsanity.net/images/veggies2.jpg" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I ate "farm-grown fast food" for dinner: 2 giant freestone peaches off my peach tree, a handful of cherry tomatoes off my tomato vines, a bunch of grapes off my grape vines and a sparkling glass of mint-ice water using the mint from my herb garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning for breakfast: A scramble--a sliced zuchinni from the garden sauteed in locally-produced olive oil with two farm fresh eggs (produced by my chickens), seasoned with chives and basil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch today I am having some more grapes, and a fresh tomato salad with walnuts and an herb vinagrette.  And for dessert: some of Sky Hoyt's local strawberry sorbet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our country, food travels, on average, 1500 miles from producer to table, requiring huge amounts of fossil fuels both to grow it and deliver it.  Most of THIS food traveled less than 100 feet.  And I guarantee it tastes a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is flavorful and colorful and nutritious. August is so bountiful here... it can't get much better than this.  I can't think of a better way to heal my own spirit, and heal earth at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-1663400598348152846?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/1663400598348152846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/1663400598348152846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-good-food.html' title='Good Good Food'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-7478529050480340230</id><published>2007-08-01T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural building. continued...</title><content type='html'>We are still in the process of building a small demonstration cottage from cob (monolithic adobe) and strawbales.  Here is a pictorial chronicle of the progress so far.  Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S1PyjrYs1DU"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S1PyjrYs1DU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-7478529050480340230?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/7478529050480340230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/7478529050480340230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2007/08/natural-building-continued.html' title='Natural building. continued...'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-3335417762109071690</id><published>2007-07-28T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy Local Food</title><content type='html'>We already know how important it is to shop locally.  And by buying local food, we support our farmers and economy right where we live!  So why not pledge to buy a portion of your food locally?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in taking a local food pledge , pledging to eat at least 1 pound a week from local sources,  then visit this link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href ="http://c3.newdream.org/campaigns/c3/register/e5f9f8b76e2a05950a09f5fabb857fdf/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c3.newdream.org/style/images/logo_badge.gif" alt="Carbon Conscious Consumer Logo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an added incentive: by signing up, you could win a prize!   For example, the top prize of $6000 worth of landscaping would plant a great garden.   (If you win that prize, and don't have room for a garden, let me know and I am sure we can help you find a fledgling community group that could use the help.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live in lake County, to help you meet your 1 pound a week commitment, I have posted some ideas  from Lakefuture members on the &lt;a href="http://www.lakefuture.org"&gt;LakeFuture website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-3335417762109071690?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/3335417762109071690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/3335417762109071690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2007/07/buy-local-food.html' title='Buy Local Food'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-4277555836010306954</id><published>2007-06-17T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Renee</title><content type='html'>The loss of Renee is profound.  My grief: deeper than words...  As I attempt to share a glimpse of what is in my heart at any moment, I realize that the whole of it is too much to describe.   How does one sum up such all-encompassing love?  Ours was an unlikely and magical and sometimes infuriating love story.  We companioned each other through fourteen years of raising children, joys, devastation, transformation, heartbreaks and triumphs.  We ended more in love than we began. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I carry on alone.   I am filled with awe and gratitude for this amazing gift of Renee (renewal) in my life, mindful that her love changed me, strengthened me and is more than enough to sustain me,  even now.  Her final gift, saying goodbye, has set in motion a new process of transformation.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a slideshow of recent photographs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZYo8IgHJDok"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZYo8IgHJDok" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-4277555836010306954?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/4277555836010306954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/4277555836010306954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2007/06/remembering-renee.html' title='Remembering Renee'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-627937191861684299</id><published>2007-05-12T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Renee is at Peace</title><content type='html'>Renee died very peacefully this evening at 8:44pm  Thanks to all for  &lt;br /&gt;your love and prayers as we send her on her way.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love and gratitude,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is her obituary and here is a brief clip of Renee's own thoughts on death and dying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sliy3NcvVa0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sliy3NcvVa0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBITUARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Renee Shields &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born: March 11. 1944 Died: May 12, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img SRC="http://bloggingforsanity.net/images/renee.jpg" align="left"&gt;Renee Shields, resident and teacher in Upper Lake, CA, died on May 12, 2007 from cancer.  She was 63 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee was born Lorraine Gail Shields, in Merced, California on March 11, 1944.  She entered religious life as a Sister of the Holy Family in 1963, taking the name Sister Mary Renee, and remained in religious life for 30 years.  She left the convent and entered into a committed partnership with Denise Rushing in 1993 and helped raise two children: Brian Rushing, now 24, and Teresa Rushing, now 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee taught Special Education at Upper Lake High School and was a licensed family counselor.  She held two Masters Degrees: One in counseling from California State University-Fresno and one in religious education from University of San Francisco.  She was a credentialed teacher, who worked in Public Schools since 1997 and taught religious education for 30 years, while a Sister of the Holy Family.  She also co-founded Rockhaven Ecozoic Center, a non-profit eco-spiritual retreat center and holistic community in House Springs Missouri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee is survived by her sister Cynthia Shields of Fresno, California, her brothers, James Arthur Shields III of Parker, Colorado and Harold Shields of Clovis, California as well as nieces and nephews in California, Colorado and Texas. She leaves behind immediate family including domestic partner of 14 years, Denise Rushing and her two adult children: Brian Rushing of Portland, Oregon and Teresa Rushing of Upper Lake, CA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee took great joy in flower arranging, weaving, caring for the pets and livestock at the family’s farm and creative tasks, including baking cookies and cakes for the students and staff at Upper Lake High School.  Throughout life, she was known for her kindness and humor, her generosity, and her love of children.   She is remembered with deep love and gratitude by all she encountered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Services will be held at a future date.  The family asks that in lieu of flowers, memorial donations be sent to one of the following organizations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters of the Holy Family, &lt;br /&gt;P. O. Box 3248, &lt;br /&gt;Mission San Jose, CA 94539-0324&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hospice Services of Lake County, &lt;br /&gt;1717 South Main Street&lt;br /&gt;Lakeport, CA 95453&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockhaven Ecozoic Center&lt;br /&gt;7621 Rivermont Trail&lt;br /&gt;House Springs, MO 63051&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-627937191861684299?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/627937191861684299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/627937191861684299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2007/05/renee-is-at-peace.html' title='Renee is at Peace'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-6213545377911445030</id><published>2007-05-12T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Renee, I need....</title><content type='html'>Renee has been more than 5 days without water, just shallow breathing  and no change in vital signs....   this is wearing on her body, on me and everyone near...  she is so close to death, but not letting go.   &lt;br&gt;So, I need your help...&lt;p&gt;-------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;THE DREAM.&lt;br&gt;Renee visited one of our Renee-care group in a dream last night.  In  &lt;br&gt;the dream, a room full of people were drumming for Renee.   Renee came to her and said &amp;quot;tell them to stop the drumming, they need to let me go,  I cannot go while they keep drumming&amp;quot;  but the drumming continued.  Renee asked her to make them stop, but the dreamer was powerless to stop it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------&lt;p&gt;So, what is &amp;quot;the drumming?&amp;quot;  Perhaps it represents everyone&amp;#39;s worries and concerns about me and those she is leaving behind?  Or perhaps it  represents wishes and thoughts for her to regain health?  (Or maybe  someone is really drumming?)&lt;p&gt;Here is what I need you to do:  Turn your thoughts from any worrying  about me, or Brian, or Teresa, or her classroom kids, or family and  relatives and friends.   I need you to place your thoughts and  intentions on saying goodbye to Renee--letting her go, and wishing her well on her way.   She needs this.&lt;p&gt;Oh, and please stop drumming.&lt;p&gt;With love, and gratitude,&lt;p&gt;Denise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-6213545377911445030?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/6213545377911445030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/6213545377911445030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-renee-i-need.html' title='For Renee, I need....'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-765595088144625171</id><published>2007-05-11T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hours...</title><content type='html'>It is surreal here at this hour.  Renee&amp;#39;s breathing is shallow and  changing.  Her heart rate is up even more, she is still hanging on, even  though she hasn&amp;#39;t been able to drink water for more than four days.&lt;br&gt;We are present to her, here and now.  Powerless to stop death, we  simply work on small comforts...  repositioning her body, moistening  her mouth, applying lip balm, massaging her feet with lotion..... and whispering goodbye.&lt;p&gt;Please know that your words and ongoing acts of love and support have been a great comfort, sustaining us even now.&lt;p&gt;In gratitude,&lt;p&gt;Denise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-765595088144625171?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/765595088144625171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/765595088144625171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2007/05/hours.html' title='Hours...'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-3992908878503445600</id><published>2007-05-08T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just days...</title><content type='html'>Renee and I have been together for fourteen years.  She is so ill now that she can no longer speak and she has only a few days left to live.  I, for once, am without words... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...except to say that the time seems to have passed in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img SRC="http://bloggingforsanity.net/images/renee07.jpg" width="300" height="221"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is in the kitchen just a few short weeks ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-3992908878503445600?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/3992908878503445600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/3992908878503445600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-days.html' title='Just days...'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-8833660939863408129</id><published>2007-04-17T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life</title><content type='html'>Spring time brings new life to Dancing TreePeople Farm.  We have seven new baby pygmy goats!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video of Daisy's babies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Daisies&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RzpHomLvaOQ"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RzpHomLvaOQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="250"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-8833660939863408129?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/8833660939863408129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/8833660939863408129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-life.html' title='New Life'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-543355840037074769</id><published>2007-03-09T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>During the campaign, Renee aquired a puppy.  I bonded with this little dog --"Star."   She could have just as easily been named "Joy" for the delight she brought to our home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now find Star SO energetic that we needed to give her a new home during this time.  To me, letting go of this little dog carries with it a great sadness--I suppose that she represents how much letting go is happening right now.  So I thought I would share a few photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bloggingforsanity.net/images/star3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bloggingforsanity.net/images/star1.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://bloggingforsanity.net/images/star2.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://bloggingforsanity.net/images/star4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2007 UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;Star came back to us.  I got a call--she was found 40 miles from her new home, and she still had our license tags on her, so those that found her called ME.  When I went to pick her up, she fell asleep in my arms--it was like she was trying to make her way home.  I see this as a sign!  The new owners say its okay--I plan to keep her after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-543355840037074769?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/543355840037074769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/543355840037074769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2007/03/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-414264088527164554</id><published>2007-02-08T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude, Part 2</title><content type='html'>This past month gratitude entered with an even greater poignancy and depth for me. News arrived with a clarity and force that shook my reality: my partner and soulmate of 14 years has been diagnosed with advanced terminal cancer. Suddenly, our world has changed. Whatever our personal plans were, they have evaporated and life is now grounded in the day-to-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am even more mindful that each day, each hour, that passes is a gift. I am filled with gratitude for the time we have been given, for a special love, and for a life-giving friendship. I hold a deep admiration for Renee’s grace and courage, and for her astounding acceptance and trust, even as she faces the great abyss of her own death. That she has been part of my life can only be described as a grand miracle, one to which I still pause in amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us watch those we love face their own brave journey with this horrible disease and we all watch it play out, powerless in the face of its progress, taking our mothers and fathers, our brothers and sisters, our children and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me tell my truth about all of this: I do not want to see my loved one die of cancer before her time. I just don’t. But this is the reality of it. And as we work so hard to stop death, or slow its march, all we accomplish is perhaps eking out a bit more life along the way to the inevitable. So I hope to celebrate what we’ve been given in the present moment and accept life on the terms it has been given, grateful for every bit. It's all good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-414264088527164554?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/414264088527164554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/414264088527164554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2007/02/gratitude-part-2.html' title='Gratitude, Part 2'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-880419586115051381</id><published>2006-11-23T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>What makes this Thanksgiving special?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of a long and difficult campaign, some might think that it would be my winning the race for local political office.  And while I am thankful for this win, gratitude takes a different form today.  First, I am mindful that many good people worked so hard to make it happen and that other good people who worked hard for the other side have been disappointed.  My gratitude is for all the hope and effort and energy that went into this race...  from both sides.  For my part, I ran to serve my community, so I am thankful that the majority of my fellow citizens have seen fit  to grant me that opportunity.   No doubt I will need to work hard to earn it.  For whatever reason, I feel called to do this right now, and to know that I am working on something noble, and much bigger than myself, and to be engaged in a process of transformation and courage and humility...  well, that is something, isn't it?  Humbing and hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victory in this race was dampened by the fact that I lost a dear friend and colleague to cancer partway through.  And now this week brings news that someone close to me is facing her own brave journey where the outcome has yet to be written.  So today, I am  mindful that each day, each hour, that passes is a gift.  I am filled with gratitude for the time we have been given, and a special love, for friendship, and an admiration of the courage one must have to take on such a difficult illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are an insane people.  These illnesses that we biopsy and irradiate and remove (and often to which we succumb) are but a symptom of a greater problem--many are awakening to the insanity with a chilling realization that we have taken for granted the most basic of gifts: clean water, wholesome food, and a world that accepts and tranforms the waste we create.  This path we are on leads to ruin: we will consume ourselves... soon enough, I suppose, unless we choose not to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart of our problem may well be a lack of gratitude.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, let's give thanks for the miracle of our own lives, of the life around us and the precious gifts that allow us to be.  For friendship and love and for all those who bear the painful burden of our excess, and for the simple gifts that mean so much and were given to so many of us for free: health and sunshine and love among them, and (of course) life--which is so very very fragile.  Perhaps our love and gratitude will help us create a new way forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-880419586115051381?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/880419586115051381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/880419586115051381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2006/11/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-1281641121791292712</id><published>2006-07-16T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Building Workshop</title><content type='html'>Our Dancing TreePeople Orchard and Garden hosted its first workshop this past week: Natural Building.  Massey Burke was the instructor and did a terrific job teaching as well as keeping the group on task.  I was pleased that most of those taking the course were from Lake County.  Within the first day, we were working well together and formed a cohesive group for the duration of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The materials are all from Lake County or nearby (we decided to get the rice straw from the central valley).  With the exception of the roof and a few supports--we are avoiding the use of wood in the structure.  The walls are either strawbale or cob.  NO not CORN cob--but rather clay adobe build in place.  Cob is from an old english word meaning loaf or lump.  It is a mixture of clay, sand and straw--and is suprisingly strong, resiliant and maleable.  In England, the cob homes exposed to the weather lose one inch a century.  This small structure will have the added benefit of a natural plaster protection as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clay cob is surprisingly easy to work with--and a lot of fun, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this writing--our class structure is half complete.  In August (8-12) , we will have another class: Natural Plasters where we will finishh many of the walls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post a few photos soon thereafter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-1281641121791292712?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/1281641121791292712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/1281641121791292712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2006/07/natural-building-workshop.html' title='Natural Building Workshop'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-203371302037125059</id><published>2006-05-05T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby chicks</title><content type='html'>One of our Silkie hens has been brooding for the past few weeks.  A couple of days ago, the chicks started to hatch.  Here are a couple of videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dancingtreepeople.com/m45.mpg"&gt;This morning&lt;/a&gt;   (3.5 MB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dancingtreepeople.com/m47.mpg"&gt;This afternoon&lt;/a&gt;   (7+ MB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-203371302037125059?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/203371302037125059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/203371302037125059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2006/05/baby-chicks.html' title='Baby chicks'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-1881300691500182417</id><published>2006-04-27T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untended, Unintended</title><content type='html'>Untended.  The walnut orchard is overgrown as we cultivate other actions this spring.  My campaign for supervisor takes precedence this season, and many neighbors and friends are wholeheartedly working to make it happen.  Still, it is difficult to see the oat cover crop go to seed on unplanted beds.  (My no-till grain planting experiment WORKED!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unintended.  I moved some hay bales away from the chicken coops today.  When I lifted one of the bales, out scurried a half-dozen baby mice.  Next to the nest of mice was another nest...  I expected mice in the hay.  What I did not expect was a baby rattlesnake.  There it was--were there others?.  Before i could get a tool to poke around and see, it was gone.  Where's mama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I concentrate on caring for the animals as a first priority, and after that, we will have to wait until after the election for the next innovation at Dancing TreePeople orchard.  Brian is here for a week or two to help with the garden.  we may or may not get the orchard mowed.  We may or may not get the next experimental cover crop planted.  We will not replace the sheep, for now.  We will be lucky to plant vegetables, but won't get the food forest trees planted.  While all this is left undone, much is afoot.  We are planting different seeds this spring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My effort lately has been to meet voters face-to-face.  I am lucky now to be able to leave much of the daily organizing, phone calling, voter registration and fund-raising to others.  We've created a campaign that gains more energy by the week.   It's fun and it is already making a difference.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have so many talented and interested campaign volunteers is both humbling and energizing.  This campaign is designed to harness that willing energy.  What I did not expect was how reinforcing the energy is to me as a candidate.  The harder i work, the more volunteers and donations I receive.  The more people donate of their time, talent and treasure, the more energy I have to give.  Amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-1881300691500182417?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/1881300691500182417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/1881300691500182417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2006/04/untended-unintended.html' title='Untended, Unintended'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-5864864358655650813</id><published>2006-01-16T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy</title><content type='html'>The events of this past day have been too horrible to contemplate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights ago, we lost ALL of our sheep to a pack of wild dogs or coyotes (we think) based upon the nature of the wounds.  Animal control told us they thought it might have been a mountain lion--but at 6:30 am we found a pack of wild dogs still in the sheep yard, so we think the dogs did it.  The carnage was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, the pen is right next to our house and we heard NOTHING.  In the early morning we found two dead (Twinkle and Buttercup) and Dancer is nowhere to be found.  The sheep had broken open the fence gate trying to escape--so Dancer probably ran away--but she has not returned and we have searched and searched for her.  I do not have much hope that we will find her alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how the predators got into the sheep area but they did.  I think they knocked down a segment of fencing (there was evidence of a struggle) or leaped the fence.  The sheep would never let us close them in the barn at night--though they slept there when it rained.  They would never let me shut the door (they always bolted out).   The net is this: these sheep died a terrifying death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have only had these magnificant animals since early December.  We were looking forward to their lambs in the spring.  Renee and I spent yesterday burying Buttercup and Twinkle in the spot they used to enjoy sitting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what the lesson of this is... I wish I could write something profound about life and death and the give and take of living in the country.....  but this is just horror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-5864864358655650813?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/5864864358655650813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/5864864358655650813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2006/01/tragedy.html' title='Tragedy'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-2403255612631141420</id><published>2006-01-11T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Building Class</title><content type='html'>I am still planning a natural building class here at Dancing Treepeople.  It will be in mid-july.  I will post the exact dates once I have them.  We will be implementing a combination of natural methods, strawbale, cob and others.  If you, or anyone you know, is interested in learning these techniques and would like to join us, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I was excited to discover that Michael Pena from the Robinson Rancheria Band of Pomo Indians is interested in natural building classes too!  We may join forces and get something going here together.  The tribe is planning a number of structures and they may even go into the business of producing local adobe bricks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-2403255612631141420?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/2403255612631141420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/2403255612631141420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2006/01/natural-building-class.html' title='Natural Building Class'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-4198520545593315400</id><published>2006-01-04T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hat hovering over the ring....</title><content type='html'>I can't help but feel that we are on the threshold here in Lake County.  A precipice, really.  We face huge forces that will change the place forever if not carefully managed by people of integrity who are paying attention and understand what is at stake.   Most people I know feel that the beauty and way of life here will be overrun by outside economic interests.  (we do not even have sufficient developer fees in this county)  A number of folks believe that we need a change of county supervisors in a couple of districts, including mine.  Many agree that the fate of the county hangs in the balance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is what happened:  I kept waiting for someone to emerge that I could support.  I was ready to launch their campaign even.   I waited.... and waited...  and waited.   I faced a cold realization: no one else is running for whom I would want to vote, let alone campaign.  What is that old saying?  &lt;i&gt;You are the leader you have been waiting for.&lt;/i&gt;  Some people were asking me to consider running for county supervisor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes.  If I choose to run, I face a long-time incumbant who is accessible to people, known by everyone, and shows up.  I would face criticism that I have lived here for less than two years.  An easy choice would be to just keep waiting, at least until the next term, when folks could get to know me better.  The problem is this: in four years, it will be too late.  Who will work as hard as i will to protect this place?  Four more years will see so much destruction.... and so much is at stake.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are: The Choice.  To move into public service is a significant step.  As successful as I have been, I have never aspired to a public, political life.  As I thought about it, I realized that (at minimum) I have the management and analytic skills and abilities to do a very good job for the people of Lake County. I &lt;i&gt;will &lt;/i&gt;pay attention, and am astute enough to understand the forces at play...  Lake County needs people like me who will serve with integrity and a higher ideal but can excel at the day-to-day management reality.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline:  I decided that I WILL take this step, IF the people will have me... The real challenge will be to get to know folks, to let them get to know me, and to really understand their hopes and desires for our lives here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that true leaders can and must create a positive vision of community life: one where everyone can share in the abundance an area has to offer (not just a select few with the means to exploit it) and all can have a hand in restoring and preserving places of beauty for future generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until now, I've been dedicated to promoting a vision of an ecologically sustainable future for people in relationship to the natural world.  This is &lt;i&gt;self-reliance&lt;/i&gt;.  I &lt;i&gt;chose&lt;/i&gt; to be here in Lake County, precisely because this place has not yet been utterly spoiled.  Here, it is still possible to recreate a local economy and a vision in keeping with a rich local history.  Here we can still have a relationship with the natural world and potential for a life-giving, connected, self-reliant community.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder: Is it even possible to articulate such a vision in modern politics?   Perhaps people already feel it in their soul and just need leaders to really &lt;i&gt;serve&lt;/i&gt;: to listen well and work hard to preserve that which we most value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a first task, I and a handful of (amazing) supporters initiated a local signature drive--signatures in lieu of filing fees--to gauge voter support.   I will be going door-to-door to talk with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've discovered that campaigns are quite expensive.  Family, friends and constiuents--all are welcome to donate to this (my first) election campaign: &lt;i&gt;Denise Rushing for Supervisor&lt;/i&gt; and I hope that you will support me in this in any way you can.  My website is up: &lt;a href="http://www.deniserushing.org"&gt;DeniseRushing.org&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-4198520545593315400?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/4198520545593315400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/4198520545593315400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2006/01/hat-hovering-over-ring.html' title='Hat hovering over the ring....'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-2034360443183695808</id><published>2005-12-27T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two quotes</title><content type='html'>A review.  First, I offer one of my favorite quotes from poet William Stafford:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For it is important that awake people be awake,&lt;br /&gt;or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;&lt;br /&gt;the signals we give - yes or no, or maybe &lt;br /&gt;Should be clear: the darkness around us is deep...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offer this second quote in the service of an awake people.  It is from the U.S Bill of Rights, Amendments to the U.S. Constitution.  Italics are mine:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Amendment IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and &lt;i&gt;no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No person shall be held to answer for a capital, or otherwise infamous crime, unless on a presentment or indictment of a Grand Jury, except in cases arising in the land or naval forces, or in the Militia, &lt;i&gt;when in actual service&lt;/i&gt; in time of War or public danger; nor shall any person be subject for the same offence to be twice put in jeopardy of life or limb; nor shall be compelled in any criminal case to be a witness against himself, &lt;i&gt;nor be deprived of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law&lt;/i&gt;; nor shall private property be taken for public use, without just compensation.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember?  We mustn't forget that the reasons these rights are in our constitution is to guard against tyranny, and it is so easy for leaders to argue that safety is more important than liberty.  Today, democracy requires our vigilence.  The signals we give should be clear.  Or are "We, the people" asleep?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-2034360443183695808?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/2034360443183695808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/2034360443183695808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2005/12/two-quotes.html' title='Two quotes'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-3946749416692825599</id><published>2005-12-05T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset...</title><content type='html'>...on Mars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I must admit that I am a little bit unsettled by this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bloggingforsanity.net/images/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was taken by the Mars Rover on May 19, 2005.  If you contemplate it long enough, you get a sense of where we are in relationship to it.  (Hint: closer to the Sun)  I can imagine myself with the Rover at the time this picture is taken--it could just as easily be somewhere in the Southwest desert here on Earth except... doesn't our sun look tiny?    Aren't we fortunate to be on &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; spinning orb instead of Mars?  What luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-3946749416692825599?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/3946749416692825599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/3946749416692825599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2005/12/sunset.html' title='Sunset...'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-2503275856155199086</id><published>2005-11-13T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Headlines and Walnuts</title><content type='html'>The headline today reads: &lt;a href="http://www.commondreams.org/headlines05/1113-04.htm"&gt;Fish Numbers Plummet in Warming Pacific&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you follow the above link to the article, you will find an article detailing the catastrophic collapse in sea and bird life taking place in our own Pacific Ocean due to the warming of the waters.  Go ahead, read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps you could read this one: &lt;a href="http://www.commondreams.org/headlines05/1104-02.htm"&gt;Ripples of Global Warming Spread Outward&lt;/a&gt; which details the increase in insects and diseases (like malaria) taking place around the world.  They do not mention the annoying fruit flies feeding on Walnut husks here in Upper Lake, California... insects which are usually are gone by this time of year.  Where is our first frost?  I'm rooting for winter weather to arrive.  It is late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about: &lt;a href="http://www.commondreams.org/headlines05/1105-03.htm"&gt;Melting Mountains: How Climate Change is Destroying the World's Most Spectacular Landscapes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or: &lt;a href="http://www.commondreams.org/headlines05/1107-03.htm"&gt;Greenhouse Gases 'To Rise By 52%' &lt;/a&gt; an article which I think is WRONG because I believe we will run out of oil first (but not before we've passed the magic number of 400ppm carbon dioxide which guarantees global climate collapse will happen.  We are at 384 ppm this year, by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official: the Walnut crop at this Upper lake orchard was 10% of last year due in part to the late rains.  It rained heavily at the end of June in Northern California this past year.  Do you remember that happening in earlier years?  I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60,000 species of life will become extinct this year, mainly due to climate change.  And another 60,000 or more next year.  And the year after that.  Plants and animals.  Gone forever, unless we save the seeds, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, companies are developing a "terminator gene" and releasing it into nature in the form of crop seeds.  The gene prevents farmers from saving seeds; they will have to buy new seeds each year from seed and chemical conglomerates who claim that this will solve the worlds hunger problems.  I'll bet it won't.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only have we lost track of caring for the seventh generation, we have stopped caring for our own.  What will it take for us to begin to care, and more importantly, to ACT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I wonder what the children of this generation will eat.  So today, in a profound act of hope, I will wander into the orchard and spread straw to enrich the soil for next season.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I will plant a fig tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-2503275856155199086?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/2503275856155199086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/2503275856155199086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2005/11/headlines-and-walnuts.html' title='Headlines and Walnuts'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-4954593302317476291</id><published>2005-10-29T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing TreePeople ORGANIC Orchard and Garden</title><content type='html'>Hooray!  This week, we received the organic certification for our farm.  This involved a &lt;b&gt;lot&lt;/b&gt; of paperwork and an on-site inspection.  Here is a copy of the USDA certificate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bloggingforsanity.net/images/cert1.jpg" width="300" height="395"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are harvesting walnuts by hand this season (just Renee and I).  The good news: we are selling this year's walnut harvest as organic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-4954593302317476291?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/4954593302317476291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/4954593302317476291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2005/10/dancing-treepeople-organic-orchard-and.html' title='Dancing TreePeople ORGANIC Orchard and Garden'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-2973772027637513697</id><published>2005-10-06T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Future</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, I spoke at the local sustainability forum sponsored by the Sierra Club Lake group.  There was a fairly large group there for our rural area (over 100, I think) and the discussion seemed to focus on the changes folks see and what can be done about living within our means: becoming more sustainable as individuals and as a community.  I invited folks to continue the dialog by joining LakeFuture--a forum to explore and discuss both individual and community transformation to a more sustainable and local economy in Lake County, CA.  You can join the yahoo group by sending an email to &lt;a mailto:lakefuture-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&gt; lakefuture-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my part, I try to focus on the hopeful--that humans are a part of the community of life and we have a role.  We are called, I believe, to not just live sustainably, but to restore and renew ravaged places and to protect the living places that remain.  When we work in this way, we find that our way of thinking changes and indeed, our way of &lt;i&gt;being&lt;/i&gt; is transformed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To embrace this transition, as I have been chronicling here for myself, is not easy, but it is a far more satisfying way of life.  And yet, I've learned that I cannot work alone... the vision of such a life is a difficult one with just too much sheer work and a myriad of skills that no one person can acquire or afford.  It is only through community that we create the momentum, energy and hope to find our way to the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-2973772027637513697?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/2973772027637513697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/2973772027637513697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2005/10/lake-future.html' title='Lake Future'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-7240236615789168342</id><published>2005-09-26T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Renewing the Face of the Earth</title><content type='html'>I have been camping in the Cazadero Hills the past couple of weeks, participating in a course in regenerative ecological design (permaculture) with an amazing group of people.  I can honestly say that this process of ecological design is one of the most hopeful things I have encountered.  This is beyond sustainability, this is about our human capacity and responsibility to renew depleted and ravaged places. Its about bringing fertility to depleted soils and creating better human communities in the process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be integrating what I have learned over the next weeks and months and years and will share my insights as appropriate.  For now, I am re-entering life at Dancing Tree People orchard and garden and need to begin building winter housing for the animals...  with natural materials, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much destruction afoot in our world, it feels quite empowering to obtain new skills in self-sufficiency and community-building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to learn more about this course, go to the &lt;a href="http://www.earthactivisttraining.org"&gt;E.A.T. website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-7240236615789168342?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/7240236615789168342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/7240236615789168342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2005/09/renewing-face-of-earth.html' title='Renewing the Face of the Earth'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-5231259960863520451</id><published>2005-09-02T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish...</title><content type='html'>I haven't written about the Katrina disaster until now because I am literally heartsick....  even today, there are people stuck in their own attics in unbearable heat, hoping to be rescued.  Thousands are trapped in desperate circumstances.  Each hour that passes, more die.  Disease for the living is surely next.  Blessed are the least of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven help the survivors of the Katrina disaster.  And heaven hold each compassionate heart that chooses to be transformed by the images of this unfolding disaster as we all  wonder "is this America?"  Yes, it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; America, where we must not blame the poor, mostly black, survivors who have been herded into concentration camps and left for days in squalor and filth.  They did not &lt;i&gt;choose&lt;/i&gt; to stay: they did not have the means to leave.  The Red Cross was not allowed into the city to help.  Dear God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good read is &lt;a href="http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2005/9/2/20401/46134"&gt;this blog entry&lt;/a&gt;.  I couldn't have put it better myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that this disaster had never befallen these people whose only crime was being poor and living in our beloved city of New Orleans.  I wish &lt;i&gt;we the people&lt;/i&gt; could wake up to the disaster that has taken hold of what once was our civil society--that we are no longer being governed, &lt;i&gt;we are being looted&lt;/i&gt; by those who cultivate the basest of our nature.  Or are we too busy buying big  screen televisions that we haven't noticed what we have become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And If I hear a news pundit say "those who chose not to evacuate" one more time, I will lose my lunch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please consider donating to &lt;a href="http://www.vfproadtrips.org/"&gt;Veteren's for Peace&lt;/a&gt; a group that is on-the-ground in Louisiana helping these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final prayer this day:  may we collectively and culturally experience the transformation of soul that this event evokes in us.  We will need great strength, courage and fortitude for the journey ahead if we are to reclaim our noble humanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-5231259960863520451?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/5231259960863520451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/5231259960863520451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-wish.html' title='I wish...'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-4492100840836156329</id><published>2005-08-28T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walnut Woes</title><content type='html'>I finally got myself up into an airplane this week and am flying again.  Lake County is stunning from the air, though I can see problems from a very different vantage point.  For example, the algae is blooming in the Lake and from the air, the green streaks are sobering.  Likely, the algae will do this until the lake water cools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also flew over Dancing TreePeople orchard where I got a good look at "The Big Picture".  In a word: it is DRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TreePeople are NOT dancing--they are trying to survive the heat and last year's pruning.  From the air, I can see that these trees are clearly stressed.  The former owner told me that they hadn't been watered for the past few years because it is not "cost effective."   They seem to really need it and I feel bad that I didn't catch on sooner.  In any case, I couldn't water if I wanted to--the irrigation system isn't fuctioning and needs replacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned to the orchard after my flight, I took a long walk.  The weeds from the summer rains are now completely dry.  The ground literally crunched under my feet.  I noticed that the trees hold very few Walnuts this season, and the squirrels are claiming a large portion of the meager crop.  My neighbor, Raphael (the local expert), told me that this is a very bad year for walnuts because the late June rains prevented pollination.  I'm certain that my crop is even worse that most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I need to focus the next weeks and months here on capturing and storing water, without which this land will be a desert soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I will not have to spend much energy on harvesting walnuts this season and can concentrate on irrigating these trees.  Assuming they make it, perhaps next year will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-4492100840836156329?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/4492100840836156329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/4492100840836156329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2005/08/walnut-woes.html' title='Walnut Woes'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-8788833401935639922</id><published>2005-08-23T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwind</title><content type='html'>I mentioned awhile back that I was going to take a bit of a rest from writing or thinking about politics.  I tried to (really!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what I &lt;i&gt;said&lt;/i&gt;, I am now involved in a couple of local issues that matter to me.  To be honest, some days I would rather be feeding the livestock and spreading straw, but these issues are too important to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issues are: (1) Local Sustainability and (2) Genetically-modified Organisms (GMOs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sustainability, I am helping the Sierra Club organize a local forum.  A panel of folks will discuss community sustainability.  More on that in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On GMOs, the issue was in front of the Board of Supervisors today.  I spoke in favor of a moratorium on planting and cultivating Genertically-modified organisms in Lake County.  There wasn't much time and I didn't get to say my full piece... the next meeting is on 9/27 in the afternoon.  For more informatoin visit &lt;a href="http://www.lakelive.org/alfalfa"&gt;lakelive.org/alfalfa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-8788833401935639922?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/8788833401935639922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/8788833401935639922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2005/08/whirlwind.html' title='Whirlwind'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-920413492822109107</id><published>2005-08-15T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cultivating the Real Gifts</title><content type='html'>When I embarked on this journey toward self-reliance, I fully engaged the most scientific and rational part of myself.  Slap a few solar panels on the roof, recycle waste, use a solar oven and grow a few organic crops and I would be well on the path, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have learned is much deeper.  It is difficult to put into words, but I will attempt to do so.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one wants to live in harmony with the planet, to accept ones position as a part of the natural system rather than a consumer (taker) of Earth's gifts, then an internal shift is required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a change in a way of BEING.  Much of what we have been taught about ourselves--how to be happy, how to survive, how to relate--must change.  Despite what we have been taught by popular culture since infancy, we do not need more things to make us happy (in fact paradoxically, the more we have, the more elusive happiness becomes).  And despite the fact that heros are rewarded and individualism is worshiped in our culture, the most important gifts in the next few decades may well be relationships with neighbors and the cultivation of local community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I say this?  Because one cannot possibly have all the skills, or resources, or tools, or creativity or time to be fully sustainable on their own.  Even if you could afford it, you would not have the time or strength working alone.  And, more importantly, the vision of such a life is unappealing.   One needs a life-giving and sustaining vision, a spiritual sustenance, in order to let go of the false promises ingrained so deeply within us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, our ability to forge relationships and our own creativity are probably our most important individual gifts. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As I harvest the first of our organic vegetables and contemplate the season ahead, I drink in the beauty of the landscape around me here in Lake County...., I am grateful for all I have been given.  From the land and trees, to the community of life, and the community of people here.  We have all that we need for the times ahead.  May we accept that which is entrusted to us and make it better for our community in the generations to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-920413492822109107?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/920413492822109107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/920413492822109107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2005/08/cultivating-real-gifts.html' title='Cultivating the Real Gifts'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-3469373203639548403</id><published>2005-08-09T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Sugar, Clara and Daisy</title><content type='html'>Did you know that Pygmy Goats eat star thistle and bind weed?  Woohoo.  So we adopted three pygmy goats: Sugar, Clara and Daisy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bloggingforsanity.net/images/goats.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discovered that these goats are clever about opening gates that aren't fully latched and they will also eat the leaves off of young fruit trees if you aren't careful..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Sugar.  She is the "mom" protecting her daughters and talking with them.  She gets first dibs on any good food.  She likes rolled oats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bloggingforsanity.net/images/sugar.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Clara, Sugar's eldest daughter.  She is one year old (more like ten years old in goat years) and is learning that butting her younger sister with her head is fun. I remember feeling the same way when I was ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bloggingforsanity.net/images/clara.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Daisy, Sugar's youngest daughter.  She is four months old and still nurses from time to time, ungracefully shoving her mother's udder to release the milk.  She also climbs and perches on the "igloo" dog (now small goat) house.   She takes naps inside it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bloggingforsanity.net/images/daisy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These livestock are a new source of weed control, manure for the organic garden and joy for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-3469373203639548403?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/3469373203639548403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/3469373203639548403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2005/08/meet-sugar-clara-and-daisy.html' title='Meet Sugar, Clara and Daisy'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-8936291770654595715</id><published>2005-07-27T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Thistle, continued</title><content type='html'>I wrote about this plant last time and thought I would also post a photo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a close-up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bloggingforsanity.net/images/st1.jpg" align="left" width="300" border="10"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There is a strange beauty to it, don't you think?  &lt;br /&gt;Though, one must be careful to avoid the thorns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep looking for positive attributes even as I spend hours attempting to eradicate it from my future garden area.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I learned from Jen at Cloud Forest Institute that the honey from star thistle pollen is light-colored and quite good.  Also, I noticed that the stalk is strong and has an interesting shape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this week, I will attempt to weave it into a basket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-8936291770654595715?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/8936291770654595715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/8936291770654595715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2005/07/star-thistle-continued.html' title='Star Thistle, continued'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-8030114873400331046</id><published>2005-07-21T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Thistle</title><content type='html'>My world has changed dramatically in the past few weeks. For one thing, I am no longer in corporate life--instead I can now officially claim to be a full-time farmer. At last, I am without a cause to champion, a dragon to slay, a mountain to climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is simple and satisfying, interrupted by my own manufactured crusades from which I must learn rhythm and being. My latest teacher: Star Thistle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This noxious weed competes to win on ground that has been abused: dry, compacted, scraped clean. Here in Lake county, it is often found next to the highway and can be identified by its characteristic prickly star head as it reaches maturity. These points are so sharp that they pierce leather gloves and most clothing (ouch!) While it has not claimed our entire orchard, thank goodness, it has claimed much of the backyard and anywhere else that has seen a bulldozer blade in the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to battle this weed and immediately began to fret and worry about how it could be done. My neighbor mows and sprays and rototills. His approach not only seems time consuming and expensive, but goes against my desire to work with nature rather than constantly fighting natural systems. Besides, his methods require constant vigilence and his yard has more star thistle than mine --so his approach does not seem to work well in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, fueled with zeal and a competitive spirit, I went after the star thistle in a weed-pulling frenzy. At the end of the first few days, I was sore and exhausted and the star thistle still seemed to be everywhere--popping into full bloom and most certainly re-seeding itself. I quickly realized that I needed to find a different way to interact with this plant, my energy toward it seemed counter-productive. So I decided to observe the start thistle for awhile, and think about ways that I could enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I possibly enjoy this plant? It grew faster than all the others, and with no water or care, could quickly dominate a place. I realized that it had a job to do and that if i were to remove it, I would have to find a more successful way to do its job: repairing the dry, hard ground and creating soil structure where there is none. I noticed where it grew, how easy or difficult it was to pull out depending upon the cirmcumstances it found itself in, how it sprouted if I didn't get the tap-root out, how it resprouted if left on the ground after it was pulled and how all the thistles opened even as it was dying. If I could not enjoy it, I could certainly admire its tenacity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little more observation, I noticed that star thistle did not grow where we had mulched with straw. I also noticed that the whole plant came out easily if the ground was watered the night before but pulled before the plant had a chance to soften to the new water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to enjoy the time spent observing and continued to observe even while I was pulling the star thistle. I found that I enjoyed the satisfaction of working small sections of the garden, where whole plants came out easily after watering, and found that I was no longer worried about the whole yard. I decided that we will have many seasons together, the star thistle and I, and that eventually, with my help, the soil will be moist and healthy and will not need this weed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final observtion is this: in some ways, I have been like star thistle: tenacious, hearty, energetic and strong. Heroic even. Now I must cultivate a deeper nature in myself: gentle, patient, enjoying the smaller simpler task of working the soil. With enough gentle care and cultivation, who knows what new life will emerge in this garden?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-8030114873400331046?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/8030114873400331046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/8030114873400331046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2005/07/star-thistle.html' title='Star Thistle'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-7089315137605889048</id><published>2005-06-01T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brainwashed? Who Me?</title><content type='html'>Surprise! Even with all the alternative media I read, there are a couple of items on this list that I didn't know. Highly recommended link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.independent-media.tv/item.cfm?fmedia_id=11058&amp;amp;fcategory_desc=Under%20Reported"&gt;You may be brainwashed by corporate-controlled media if you... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-7089315137605889048?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/7089315137605889048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/7089315137605889048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2005/06/brainwashed-who-me.html' title='Brainwashed? Who Me?'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-5301942819463151931</id><published>2005-06-01T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame Amercia?</title><content type='html'>I visited Sydney , Australia last week and while I was there, I had an opportunity to attend an event at Town Hall featuring an interview with David Suzuki, the environmentalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the event began, on my way into the hall, I was verbally attacked by an anti-war protestor for no other reason than I am an American. He was quite upset by U.S. policies and decided to let me know it. Despite the fact that I happened to agree wholeheartedly with his positions, I am surprised at the rage he unloaded on me. Upon first reflection, I was also surprised to realize that his rage is so much greater than my own--after all it is &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; government that does these things in &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event was terrific and included an open Questions &amp; Answer session. &lt;div&gt;The folks I was with were all Australian and were glancing to see my reaction each time the commentator or Suzuki himself referred to the United States negatively and the crowd applauded. Things got only worse for the U.S. during the Q&amp;amp;A as each question highlighted yet another misguided U.S. position.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Americans are hated here--what a change since the days following 9/11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I thought about it a bit, and grew angry too. What a cop out. How dare they! There I sat 100 yards from a huge shopping cornocopia in downdown Sydney, surrounded by goods from all over the world at rock-bottom prices, on a continent that has been ravaged by european immigrants who plundered the native people and who just re-elected a war-supporting, environment and labor degrading government, I realized something. America is easy to hate because we now visably represent the dark side of all of this consumerism and disconnection from the natural world. The world now considers us a misguided, mislead and clueless citizenry. The era of "I like Americans but dislike their government" is over. There are now, apparently, many who dislike Americans, period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is Bush doing what he is doing? Because he can. Was he even elected by a majority of Americans? who knows? The media is controlled, the vote counting machines are hidden, the citizenry is docile, and the world (including Australia mind you) is not finding a way to hold anyone here accountable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blame America. But until most people stop buying all this crap, someone will be going to war for oil. Politicians in the U.S. haven't been telling people the truth--why? Because they won't get elected. Everyone wants their cars and DVDs and toaster ovens and computers and its all made in China or India, egads, soon they will be wanting it too. And we all feel so powerless to stop this machine that is feeding on the ecosystems of the planet. If Australia or England or any other country thinks they are immune from this disease, then they are kidding themselves. We are all infected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can any one person do? Protest, sure. But perhaps the more important and radical thing is to valliantly try to change one's view of the world. Buying one more thing will NOT make us happier, in fact it's likely that the reverse is true. Local community, local economies are vital. Local soul and connection to place are the antidotes to this madness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Australia, remove the log from your own eye, would you please? We all have work to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-5301942819463151931?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/5301942819463151931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/5301942819463151931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2005/06/blame-amercia.html' title='Blame Amercia?'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-985583796804232816</id><published>2005-05-17T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The REAL scandal</title><content type='html'>British Parliment member George Galloway testifies in front of congress...  WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please WATCH THIS VIDEO, don't just read the transcripts or press reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/video/2005/05/17/VI2005051700710.html"&gt;http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/video/2005/05/17/VI2005051700710.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stunning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pass it along to everyone you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-985583796804232816?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/985583796804232816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/985583796804232816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2005/05/real-scandal.html' title='The REAL scandal'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-5133374399598920548</id><published>2005-05-16T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Betrayal</title><content type='html'>I wonder if THIS will be on Fox news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.downingstreetmemo.com"&gt;http://www.downingstreetmemo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the site--and read why it matters.  More on that here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.commondreams.org/views05/0513-20.htm"&gt;http://www.commondreams.org/views05/0513-20.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read it and weep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-5133374399598920548?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/5133374399598920548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/5133374399598920548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2005/05/betrayal.html' title='Betrayal'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-1740595489929713758</id><published>2005-04-30T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aphids and Gophers, Ladybugs and Snakes</title><content type='html'>Today I discovered a few aphids on my tomato seedlings and picked the pests off by hand.  Since these seedlings have been set outside during the day, and for such a short time, this doesn't bode well for their prospects...    I have seen a ladybug or two in the area and find myself eagerly awaiting their return.  My hope is that I have enough extra seedings to ride out this infestation until the ladybugs arrive.  It strikes me as a bit funny that the success of my tomato crop will depend upon these tiny creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Will the ladybugs make it to the garden in time?  Stay tuned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, gophers or moles (I don't know which, probably both) have the run of this land.   There isn't much I can do to stop them at this point.  I've tried mole-chaser windmills, and a strange device that is hammered into a hole in the ground and periodically emits a buzzing sound.  The packaging says the sound will annoy the gophers--it certainly annoys me.  The only short-term (non-poison or trap) solution seems to be chickenwire around the plant roots.  So, the raised beds are set upon chickenwire.  All of the other plants will be in trouble.  My longer term solution will be to create snake habitat and find myself a large gopher snake.  I will cheer the first time I spot one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-1740595489929713758?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/1740595489929713758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/1740595489929713758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2005/04/aphids-and-gophers-ladybugs-and-snakes.html' title='Aphids and Gophers, Ladybugs and Snakes'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-7795066132593847500</id><published>2005-03-24T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Regeneration:  its about the soil!</title><content type='html'>I just finished a two day intro to permaculture course from the solar living center in Hopland and I am so jazzed. I was one of the oldest people in the course--most of the folks were under 30--many from all over the world, mostly the western U.S. I have come to believe that the permaculture skills and philosopies will be critical for survival (both physically and spiritually) in the years ahead. For the young, corporate jobs will become more scarce--and far less satisfying.   We learned skills--NOT just for sustainability, but for regenerating our soils and our depleted Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this quote that makes so much sense to me in the space I am in right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The ultimate end to a growth economy is the same as an analagous growth: cancer. But for national economies, the victims are nature, soils, forests, people, water, and quality of life. There is one, and only one, solution,and we have almost no time to try it.  &lt;strong&gt;We must turn all our resources to repairing the natural world,and train all our young people to help&lt;/strong&gt;. They want to. We need to give them this last chance to create forests, soils, clean waters, clean energies, secure communities, stable regions,and to know how to do it from hands-on experience" --Bill Mollison &lt;/blockquote&gt;The sacredness of preparing the beds and creating the soil for life became SO apparent.  At our place in Upper Lake, I am finding that my two resources that most matter are (1) time and (2) soil.  I am just beginning the soil-building and permaculture process here... and have such a long way to go for the place to be thriving and healthy and teaming with lush and abundant food.   I find that the act of engaging in this process is centering spiritually and creates tremendous hope and transformation of spirit.  Earth can regenerate, Earth can heal, and I can be a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to get educated.  The courses I am taking will lead to a "Permaculture Certificate," which will enable me to teach others.    Permaculture is based upon 3 ethics: (1) Earth Care--the land, soil, water and wildlife (2) People Care--Care for oneself and others and (3) Return the Surplus (Take only your fair share)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the heart of my spirituality?  Isn't that the center of the action I am destined to engage in?  The energy I feel toward this is tremendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-7795066132593847500?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/7795066132593847500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/7795066132593847500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2005/03/earth-regeneration-its-about-soil.html' title='Earth Regeneration:  its about the soil!'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-6856103751112067488</id><published>2005-03-18T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has begun</title><content type='html'>Peak Oil is here, my friends. What are YOU going to do about it? For yourself? For your family? For your community? The longer you take to decide, the worse it will be (for all three). One piece of advice: Trade in that Hummer. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two decades will be profound. We will see price increase in things involving energy and fuel. Imports will be more expensive over time. Even the price drops won't last long...the change we predicted in the 70's has begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on the lookout for the signs that The Peak is here....  the earliest manifestations of Peak Oil are: (1) wars over who controls oil infrastructure, (2) prices of energy (primarily oil) steadily rising,  (3) increasing spot shortages of energy and reports of inaccurate oil reserves; and (4) energy investment firms no longer finance energy projects if the fuel supply is not secured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of recent articles that ought to give you pause:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/news/feature/2005/03/15/herold/index_np.html"&gt;Running on Empty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;cid=568&amp;amp;e=4&amp;u=/nm/20050318/bs_nm/economy_dc"&gt;Oil Boosts Import Prices&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is plenty to do.  I wish I had started a decade or two ago. To begin, you might go to Meetup.com and join a Peak Oil Awareness group in your community. Or start one. Get the DVD: &lt;em&gt;The End of Suburbia&lt;/em&gt;. You can get your own copy via the Post Carbon Institute. I've taken these steps myself. Plus I am working to change my life to a less energy-intensive one. Your actions will depend a great deal upon where (and how) you live. My plan is outlined in my January blog: &lt;a href="http://www.drushing.com/blog/2005/01/peak-oil-and-local-soul.html"&gt;Peak Oil and Local Soul&lt;/a&gt; .  Oh, and I just ordered a Pruis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want more information on this, feel free to contact me. There is plenty that can be done to prepare, but we need to start now. The next step is up to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-6856103751112067488?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/6856103751112067488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/6856103751112067488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2005/03/it-has-begun.html' title='It has begun'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-4945537285387930822</id><published>2005-03-07T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkeys in Spring</title><content type='html'>Each morning for the past week and a half, wild turkeys have graced the orchard. The males puff up and spead their tales in their spring ritual. Turkeys really do gobble gobble, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I counted 72 turkeys. Even though they have shown up here every day this week, it seems so magical each time they appear. I hear them calling again at dusk, but see them only in the morning. Once the morning dew evaporates, the turkeys head for the hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are a couple of photos. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.drushing.com/images/turkeys0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.drushing.com/images/turkeys1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-4945537285387930822?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/4945537285387930822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/4945537285387930822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2005/03/turkeys-in-spring.html' title='Turkeys in Spring'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-660852912970487856</id><published>2005-03-03T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake County Community Sustainability</title><content type='html'>Just after the election, I decided to sponsor a "Meet-up" in this local area to meet folks that cared about peace and community democracy.   I had no purpose in mind and no agenda really, I just wanted to meet some local people and personally avoid spiraling into despair after this last election.  We had our third monthly meeting last night and I showed the movie: &lt;em&gt;The End of Suburbia.&lt;/em&gt;  This movie talks about the profound impact of reaching Peak Oil production on our North American way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we talked about the advantages we have here in Lake County as Peak Oil manifests itself in the economy and food/energy/oil prices:  where locally grown food and local economies are significant advantages as oil becomes too expensive to use.  Some acknowledged that focusing on local economy and sustainability is one of the best strategies to promote Peace and to counteract the politics of empire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed by what happened.  This group somehow magically coalesced into something exciting and energizing.  The result of the meeting was that we decided to become a forum for furthering the discussion of local sustainability.  Many shared an interest in sustainable practices: alternative energy, locally grown food (or growing your own), biodiesel, limiting consumption of goods etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to rename the group from Community Democracy to something that is more non-partison  The best I could come up with is "Lake County Community Sustainability Group" (any ideas?)  The purpose of our group is to share ideas and experiences, and to promote actions and policies, related to preparing ourselves local community for life after Peak Oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I am jazzed by this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-660852912970487856?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/660852912970487856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/660852912970487856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2005/03/lake-county-community-sustainability.html' title='Lake County Community Sustainability'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-3394119506542065225</id><published>2005-02-06T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Altruism vs. Reality</title><content type='html'>Our refrigerator broke this week.  Just like that.  As far as I can tell, the unit is only five years old--it is a massive thing with ice and filtered water available through the door and lots of high-tech buttons.  The repairman said the compressor is shot, the unit cannot be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are in the market for a new refrigerator.  While Renee and I store our milk and butter in an icecooler on the deck, I am researching the next large appliance to enter our home.  The refrigerator is the third largest energy using item in our lives, next to our cars and our home heating/cooling unit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few facts: a side-by-side uses 1.5 times more energy than a top/bottom refrigerator-freezer.  And there are Energy-star rated appliances versus those that cost just a little less.  So, as an energy-conscious consumer, I am avoiding the side-by-side and looking for the Energy-star rating.  This is a good move, and cost-effective too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the problem: there are super super energy efficient units out there, the most well known is called Sun-Frost.  I wanted to buy one for the sake of Earth. Sadly, I am NOT buying a Sun-Frost.  Why?  Because the comparable 110V unit available from alternative energy places costs $2800--well over $2000 more than the standard Energy-star version at Sears.  Granted, the Sun-Frost uses 85% less electricity.  By my calculations, the unit would pay for itself in energy savings in.... 33 years.  Renee said she'll probably be dead by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality intrudes on my idealism... again.  And, of course, I am a proud member of the reality-based community.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-3394119506542065225?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/3394119506542065225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/3394119506542065225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2005/02/altruism-vs-reality.html' title='Altruism vs. Reality'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-2853203252017174234</id><published>2005-01-08T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:53.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peak Oil and Local Soul</title><content type='html'>Humanity has reached Peak Oil production THIS YEAR.  What this means is that the world can no longer produce more oil next year than it produced this year.  This means that &lt;em&gt;the world economy can no longer grow&lt;/em&gt;.  Think about this.  All that the consumer economy depends upon is about to change.  Growth will stop and in fact, over time, we cannot sustain our current lifestyles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching Peak Oil is a profound event.  We in the U.S. may not feel the effects right away because we have elected an administration willing to take energy and resources from others by force and unwilling to level with our people that our very lifestyles are unsustainable.  They are not doing us any favors in the long term.   We will have that much farther to fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the days and months ahead, I will write about what I am doing personally and what I believe our local communities and groups need to do to prepare themselves.  We need to have a plan.  The sooner we begin the better.  We have little time to lose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already begun working on my personal plan.  A summary: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)  Live somewhere where I will not have to use a car every day in order to eat, shop and work.  There are two options I considered: live in a walk-able city with a thriving local merchants or live in a rural area with locally grown food and town centers for gathering, trading, and shopping.  I chose the latter because I also require rural beauty to sustain me spiritually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2)  Look at how I use energy and either eliminate energy use, or find sustainable substitutes.  This is a tough one, no matter what it involves tradeoffs and/or cash.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3)  Begin growing my own food and shopping locally.   This is a lot of work and I am hoping to find others who will join me in this effort.  Farmers markets and community supported gardens would help here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4)  Over time, find a local vocation--one that requires little or no travel (except perhaps to local markets).  I must put some more thought into this.  My computer and web skills are ok initially.  Perhaps I can make pottery and fire the clay in a wood kiln?  I will think about this some more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately,  Lake County is ideal because it  beautiful, rural and has potential for the necessities of food and water and solar energy and potential for a thriving local community that can be bonded to place.  In a sense, Lake County already has less distance to fall, it has not been overrun with sprawling development (yet) and has community centers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the communities, the plan will need to include not buying into the corporate box stores, or out-of-area markets and sprawl.  Local communities must further develop their town centers, creating centers that are alive and thriving.  We must find local markets, particularly for our food, perhaps sponsoring local farmers markets and community-supported agriculture.  Local communities must look at securing local energy (bio-diesel, solar) and water sources, developing barter systems, and most importantly, preserving their natural resources and beauty.  We must not allow these to be sacrificed and stolen by the desperate outside interests, especially as the economy inevitably begins its collapse.  We must not sell our soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both individuals and communities need to ask ourselves: How will we invest our wealth now, for a time when we are not awash in easy and inexpensive energy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the decades ahead as desperate for humans, yet in some strange way hopeful, too.  To become more bonded to place, to become more more local, must happen.  This is good for the planet and all her creatures.  May we care enough about beauty and quality of life that we are willing to preserve that which gives us joy and life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-2853203252017174234?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/2853203252017174234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/2853203252017174234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2005/01/peak-oil-and-local-soul.html' title='Peak Oil and Local Soul'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-4977463014752326300</id><published>2005-01-06T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:54.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walnut Economics</title><content type='html'>It is pruning time in the walnut orchard.  I have been told that the new owner (in this case me) faces quite a job because orchard pruning is often neglected for many years.  It may have been six to ten years since these trees were pruned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week, the trees all got a haircut.  It cost $3000.  Now, the orchard is waist-deep in trimmed branches and the trees (I've been told) will be under less stress.  Birds and deer quickly moved in to enjoy the new, albeit temporary, landscape.  Thousands of birds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I sum up this season financially:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expenses = $262 to shake the trees, $980 to gather the walnuts and $3,000 to prune the trees for a total of $4,242  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Income = $3486.98 for the walnuts (walnuts sold for 45 cents a pound this year) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NET LOSS = $755.02.  This does not include expenses for property taxes or cost of the property. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I better not quit my day job to become a Walnut Rancher just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-4977463014752326300?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/4977463014752326300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/4977463014752326300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2005/01/walnut-economics.html' title='Walnut Economics'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-3078446015120949518</id><published>2004-12-20T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:54.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Contribution This Day</title><content type='html'>Today, I made Potato Leek soup.  Two leeks, a large onion, chopped and sautéed in a splash of olive oil and a pat of butter until the aroma filled the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added to the onions and leeks: one chopped carrot, a stalk of celery (also chopped), five diced potatoes and seven cups of vegetable broth and a teaspoon of salt, then brought the mixture to a boil and then let it simmer for 45 minutes.  I think the simmering (patience) was the most important step.  Just before serving, I added a teaspoon of ground black pepper and some fresh basil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I served it with some crusty French bread and some Martinelli’s sparkling cider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my contribution to Peace today: homemade potato leek soup.  Delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-3078446015120949518?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/3078446015120949518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/3078446015120949518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-contribution-this-day.html' title='My Contribution This Day'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-866785769456773965</id><published>2004-12-20T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:54.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quote for Today</title><content type='html'>"...if by a liberal they mean someone who looks ahead and not behind, someone who welcomes new ideas without rigid reactions, someone who cares about the welfare of the people- their health, their housing, their schools, their jobs, their civil rights, their civil liberties.. if that is what they mean by a "liberal" then I am proud to be a liberal. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--John F. Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-866785769456773965?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/866785769456773965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/866785769456773965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2004/12/quote-for-today.html' title='A Quote for Today'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-4384516584576964599</id><published>2004-12-19T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:54.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way of Peace</title><content type='html'>Who are the people we encounter who most change us for the better? Aren't we changed more by who people &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; than by what they do. There seems to be a quality of &lt;em&gt;being&lt;/em&gt; required to pursue peace in our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my thinking: to be a person of peace requires active engagement, but also a living spirit nourished and infused with life. While the action or engagement can often be initiated out of anger, a person will only transform structures when they act out of a deeper place, out of love or deeper sense of purpose. Such a great shift of human mind is required to abandon consumption, acquistion and our own individual contribution to war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we discover peace within ourselves? It sems to me, the Way of Peace is far different from what we are taught in school or the actions we are taught are required to be in business, or even in successful organizing.  Above all, it requires a pursuit of self-knowledge and an interior life.  Without knowing what motivates us, we cannot stay peaceful in the face of that which affronts us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One cannot confront shadow without the risk of falling into it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-4384516584576964599?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/4384516584576964599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/4384516584576964599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2004/12/way-of-peace.html' title='The Way of Peace'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-2756454840025177959</id><published>2004-12-04T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:54.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Upon Further Reflection....</title><content type='html'>It seems to me that we ALL voted our values... that's why we react at a visceral level to the prospect of another four years of this administration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, find that my core values are being severely violated by this crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Values like:&lt;br /&gt;--Stewardship and protection of the natural world;&lt;br /&gt;--Preserving the dignity and equality of all humans;&lt;br /&gt;--A fair and open society;&lt;br /&gt;--Civil liberties;&lt;br /&gt;--An open and honest Government;&lt;br /&gt;--Civility and collegiality in public conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the values are spiritual:&lt;br /&gt;--each human reaching their full potential&lt;br /&gt;--holding creation as sacred &lt;br /&gt;--Compassion for the weakest in our society;&lt;br /&gt;--Humility, particularly in foreign policy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that our current culture conflict is, at its heart, a values conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I reflect on this, the more painful the prospect of the next four years of societal and environmental degradation. I need to go back to the &lt;a href="http://www.earthlight.org/essay40_deboer.html"&gt;Principles of Spiritual Activism&lt;/a&gt; again and again to maintain my center.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-2756454840025177959?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/2756454840025177959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/2756454840025177959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2004/12/upon-further-reflection.html' title='Upon Further Reflection....'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-8341431869308992715</id><published>2004-10-26T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:54.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain and more rain</title><content type='html'>As I look out over the orchard this morning, I see two small deer: a doe and a young buck. They almost dance through the orchard. These two creatures must enjoy the warm sunlight after a gruelling night of rain. I know that I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained all last night on an already wet walnut orchard. The nuts that litter the ground are now sinking into the mud. I picked up one 5 gallon bucket of walnuts yesterday evening and am planning on going out there again today while the sun is shining between thunderstorms. The thing is, many of the nuts are coated in mud, so it's not near as much fun gathering them as it was before the rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walnut-man-Bob is supposed to arrive with a large machine and shake the trees today or tomorrow. Renee's co-worker, Mr. Escalante, has then arranged a crew to manually gather the nuts for us. He told us that the walnuts will mold if we don't get them picked up, which makes them almost worthless. The rains caught everyone by surprise. In my 45 years in California, I do not remember rains like this in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three dogs, Molly, Tara and Spock, have learned to crack nuts and eat the nutmeats. They prefer to do this with walnuts they have brought into the house, I guess it's more comfortable enjoying one's walnut on the livingroom rug rather than on the moist ground outside. Who can blame them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-8341431869308992715?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/8341431869308992715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/8341431869308992715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2004/10/rain-and-more-rain.html' title='Rain and more rain'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-367366945546270691</id><published>2004-10-18T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:54.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Questions, too much thinking</title><content type='html'>I sometimes find myself wondering: can the world be saved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I think about this and I realize that this is the wrong question! To ask it frames the question as one of outcome rather than process-- it's like asking if you can win at life by getting to the finish line first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, in my view, the world will carry on, and life will carry on, with or without humans, even if we spew our toxic waste into every ecosystem and bring about mass extinction, destroying the most amazing gift of diversity and beauty and soul. Life will find a way. (just think of cockroaches--even irradiation can't seem to kill them).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two more immediate questions, really:&lt;br /&gt;(1) will humans discover the creativity and soul to awaken from denial in time to be a part of the next Age on this planet? and&lt;br /&gt;(2) does it really matter? i.e. why care when it all seems to be going bad anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To touch on the second question first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said before, I believe that our problems--all of them--are fundamentally spiritual ones. We have taken the internal struggle of the human being: the struggle of free will, and cast this epic struggle upon our world. Every day, we as individuals are faced with a choice: between wallowing in despair and creating hope, between succumbing to self-absorbtion and reaching out to broader community... between destroying and creating, between choosing life and choosing death. It would be easy to numb the pain, to give up and say, what does my little effort matter? So what if all I did was to eat cheetos and get drunk and watch day time soaps? What if I didn't choose to engage in conversation, to love and create beauty and allow the natural world to feed my soul, to embrace change and growth in myself, to pray? Would it matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...   &lt;em&gt;does it&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that question, I ask this: when an alcoholic reforms his or her life, even late in the game, don't we all triumph just a little from that act of courage? Aren't we amazed at people who face seemingly insurmountable odds and give it their all, even if they are not going to "win?" Every time one person chooses to live out of the best of their human spirit (life) over the easier road, it seems that we are all better for it, even if one alcoholic doesn't cure all alcoholism, even if one charitable gift doesn't eradicate poverty. Somehow, that act of living creates the conditions for Spirit to thrive. It matters in the doing, not the outcome.... all this is evidence that for some reason, our little choices matter to the order of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A better question might be: &lt;em&gt;Why&lt;/em&gt; does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a tougher one to think about. It seems to me that each person longs to be truly alive. We find life in the process of our being and experiencing and overcoming obstacles. When someone makes a choice to face fear and darkness, somehow our best selves emerge, and we are all graced... even in the telling of the story. How much greater the grace when the whole of humanity collectively chooses life over death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the first question: Will humanity ultimately make it into the next phase of Earth's story?&lt;br /&gt;I say: &lt;em&gt;why not&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lessons for us in the history of earth: again and again, the creativity of life overcame challenges to life on this planet. At times, it appeared to be so bleak that life itself would cease. But yet here we are, in all our complexity, despite the challenges along the way. We love, we live and for some reason, our choices matter to the creative life within us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-367366945546270691?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/367366945546270691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/367366945546270691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2004/10/big-questions-too-much-thinking.html' title='Big Questions, too much thinking'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-5643946276489976932</id><published>2004-10-14T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:54.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agitated State</title><content type='html'>Is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This election cannot come soon enough, as far as I am concerned. It seems that public discourse has become so polarized... people are downright &lt;em&gt;mean&lt;/em&gt; to one another. I am growing weary of the nature of the conversation, or more accurately, lack of conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman called CSPAN last night after the third presidential debate and literally spewed hatred for John Kerry, calling him the worst liar on the planet and a source of evil in the world. She barely took time to breathe. The stepford-moderator said cheerily: "Thank you for sharing your views."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whirlwind of punditry and vile accusation is taking place against a strange backdrop. Yesterday a British scientist warned that we must take immediate action to curb carbon dioxide emissions because the level of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere has reached an historic high and measurements have startled scientists for the second year in a row.   Earths ability to absorb our waste has reached a threshold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself agitated, looking to find my center in the midst of the swirling forces around me.  I wonder: is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-5643946276489976932?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/5643946276489976932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/5643946276489976932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2004/10/agitated-state.html' title='Agitated State'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-2034591171784232798</id><published>2004-10-03T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:54.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Party's Over</title><content type='html'>I read a book this past week entitled: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Party's Over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. this book is a well-researched treatise on the world's dependence on fossil fuels and the likely effect of a very near term change: reaching Peak Production. This book says that petroleum engineers, oil companies and governments all predicted that this event will take place sometime between 2006 and 2012. The next 25-50 years will be unlike any we have ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a book about running out of oil, it's a book about the economic, political and social changes that will come about after reaching peak production. It's premise: once we can no longer produce more, an economy and society based upon consumption can no longer grow. The decline can be disasterous or it can be somewhat managed, but regardless, we will see a dramatic change. The drama begins after the peak happens. An important conclusion in this book is that the sooner that we can acknowledge that the reason the change is happening, the easier the transition will be. The longer we stay in denial about the state of affairs, the more likely famine, war, environmental degradation and all sorts of human and ecological misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frightening thing is this: those close to the industry now say we reached peak production &lt;em&gt;this year&lt;/em&gt;. Think about it. At some level, we all know this is true. China and India are rapidly growing, and the Hummers and SUVs fill the roads in the United States, while our young men and women fight in the sands of Iraq to keep the oil flowing. Even with the oil from Russia's untapped fields, we will never again see a day when we can produce more of it than the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sense, the book is right: the party's over.  And yet, this is an amazing time to be alive. I predict that our deepest changes must and will be spiritual. From spirit, our creativity will flow.  We can act out of love or fear. We must decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-2034591171784232798?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/2034591171784232798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/2034591171784232798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2004/10/party-over.html' title='The Party&amp;#39;s Over'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-8626661004722651152</id><published>2004-09-09T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:54.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full-Focused Talent</title><content type='html'>As I travel this week through the Washington Dulles airport, I am struck by the focused human talent and energy devoted to the business and governmental machinery. Intelligent men and women buzz about, carrying their leather briefcases filled with memos, ad copy and laptops filled with data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to imagine what it would be like if all this creativity and talent were suddenly awakened to the cause of reforming or turning human interrelationship with each other and our planet home. Seems to me that the issues of justice, which are fundamentally relational, are directly related to getting this first planetary relationship right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, for those who are devoted to their religious faith I might ask the question: what if the first and primary relationship with the divine is reflected in how we enter into the mystery of our relationship with creation? What if we were all to suddenly see this Earth--each hill, rock, stream and creature--as sacred?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Berry said that Earth is a one time endowment. He goes on to say that Earth is primary, that all else , including the human, is derivative. What if we acted as if we believed this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-8626661004722651152?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/8626661004722651152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/8626661004722651152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2004/09/full-focused-talent.html' title='Full-Focused Talent'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4285395873519686324.post-278513431625138444</id><published>2004-09-08T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:39:54.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Candle</title><content type='html'>So I've taken the plunge into Blogging.... my attempt to maintain sanity in an insane world. One small candle this dark night... one candle in a world gone stark raving mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago February, I joined with a dozen or so folks in a vigil. On that night, the eve of the Iraq war, we joined thousands, maybe millions in a candlelight prayer vigil for peace. I held my candle aloft into the dark night sky. How could my one candle stop this senseless war? I held it as a prayer, in fervent hope that seemed so utterly hopeless. The forces were building, a whole people would soon feel our shock and awe... and my weapon of defiance and hope? A candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The act seemed so futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read today that the Eskimos are concerned about the arctic Caribou and seal as the glaciers shrink. Yesterday, I sat next to gentleman on the airplane who was playing an Army-produced desert storm wargame on his Dell Latitude. He carried AK47 and hand grenades, drove tanks and ATVs. He shot at anything that moved. The screen was littered with bodies... but the bodies melted quickly into clean desert landscape so as to not clutter the game with their mess. The lady across the aisle thumbs through Skymall magazine. She can dial 1-800-skymall to have closet organizers delivered directly to her door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this writing, 1002 Americans and thousands of Iraqies have died in a war that has cost our country over $200 billion. Teachers in California can no longer receive a tax credit for buying school supplies for their classrooms. The state says there is No Money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a "Spare the Air" day in the SF Bay Area. Smoke from a 10,000+ acre fire in the wine country north of Sonoma fills the air. The sun rose into an orange haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are alive at an amazing time. No human generation has lived in a time such as this: where Earth herself shudders to the end of a a geo-biological age. Earth has not seen the extinction of life this great for 65 million years. Why aren't our pundits and megaphones crying and screaming over THAT? Our people rush about, checking wristwatches, buying plastic patio furniture while a whole age of diveristy and life and amazing creation is coming to and end. What worse, we are causing this in some mindless denial. We cannot save something we do not love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel this change in our bones. The animals retreat from our roads and mall parking lots-- it seems as if the bulldozers are the primary weapon in this "War on Terra". The diversity of life on Earth, this amazing, fascinating part of our soul, is in trouble and we so long for this connection that we buy our own ATVs to simulate the thrill of connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The election looms like a dark storm cloud in the distance. How do we maintain hope in these times? I feel as if we are all hurtling toward destruction, on autopilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our candles are so small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine a day when thousands of candles light the night, when we collectively awaken from our insane binge to fully engage our most talented in the work of renewal and resurrection and reconstruction and justice for human and non-human life. This is the only work that matters in these times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a small candle can light a room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4285395873519686324-278513431625138444?l=deniserushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/278513431625138444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4285395873519686324/posts/default/278513431625138444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deniserushing.blogspot.com/2004/09/one-candle.html' title='One Candle'/><author><name>Denise Rushing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13337445104982660073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qnzK5cf-70/TlqWDx7bJ0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XLnecGGj2bI/s220/Photo%2B4_2.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
