tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74955296899071256762024-03-05T21:12:20.977-05:00In The CircleWhat is the circle? A symbol of being connected to all things. Cycles of the universe. Circle of friends. Sacred space. Whatever you want it to mean to you. This is my pagan/garden/wildlife/vegetarian/cooking soap boxHippieAtHearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00420489045652504263noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495529689907125676.post-6076312650156262862010-07-22T11:40:00.002-04:002010-07-30T11:07:08.209-04:00more story of stuff vids!!!!I really like this new vid they put up called the story of cosmetics. Everyone should check it out.<br /><br />http://storyofstuff.org/cosmetics/HippieAtHearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00420489045652504263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495529689907125676.post-61614447978047841682010-04-01T13:37:00.003-04:002010-04-01T13:53:03.786-04:00Yay! warm weather!!!!I thought it might be fun to keep people up to date on what I've been reading. I have so many books that I could be a library all by myself. I thought I would write book reviews mostly just for fun but also as a way for others to find something they might like to read. <br /><br />So here it is book review number one: The Mummy or Ramses the Damned by Anne Rice. Ok first off, let me say I love almost everything I have ever read that this author has written. This book is mostly set in Egypt while it was still THE hotspot for wealthy Americans and Europeans to go for the winter. This book was alot of fun to read because Anne Rice always paints vivid pictures of the characters. Basic storyline is as follows: An egyptologist awakens an imortal man who falls in love with the egyptologist's daughter. They go to Egypt to see the Ancient Ruins where the immortal finds the body of his lost love. I don't want to give too much away but its a great book fraught with moral dillemna, sex, murder, big scary mummies and ancient magic (sort of). What's not to love? <br /><br />Ok, well obviously I'm not the best book reviewer but I've always been bored with book reviews I've read. They were always too dryHippieAtHearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00420489045652504263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495529689907125676.post-15180452490491376812010-03-30T10:36:00.002-04:002010-03-30T10:43:50.100-04:00Spring!!I'm excited its spring, more or less. I have a bunch of plants starting or growing and its fabulous. Its still cold but thats hows ohio does it. This year I'm planting calendula in hopes of making my own salves and things with it, and maybe eating some just for fun. Right now half of the seeds have sprouted and are 2 inches (give or take) tall and they are ADORABLE. I'm also super excited to report that I'm getting a dwarf fig tree, and mini blueberry bush (again) because I thought it would be fun to have my own dwarf fruit farm to produce my own fruit. Where I will put them all.....I don't really know but my family and my boy will just have to put up with it. The past 3 days have been rainy and or cloudy and it doesn't look like it will change today but I am hopefully watching for a parting of the clouds to warm things up so I can take walks and look at all the budding greenery. <br /><br />Brightest BlessingsHippieAtHearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00420489045652504263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495529689907125676.post-27680378214892116812010-03-25T11:07:00.002-04:002010-03-25T11:11:14.351-04:00I'm Baaack 2 millionth editionOk, so I haven't been on in a long, long time. I'm really going to try and get back on the horse here now that I have a few ideas I can talk about. The first thing is the Story of Bottled Water seen below. (there was a technical confusing and it made its own blog). I really like this video and the Story of Stuff Project because it puts things into simple terms with easy to follow graphics and important points. Anyways. Watch the Story of Bottled Water, and the other 2 they have if you haven't seen them beforeHippieAtHearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00420489045652504263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495529689907125676.post-2562691267726164262010-03-25T11:05:00.001-04:002010-03-25T11:05:07.335-04:00The Story of Bottled Water<a href=http://storyofstuff.org/bottledwater/>The Story of Bottled Water</a><br /><br />Posted using <a href="http://sharethis.com">ShareThis</a>HippieAtHearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00420489045652504263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495529689907125676.post-87250287013071374242010-01-26T00:33:00.002-05:002010-01-26T00:38:11.375-05:00please tell me some people have seen avatarThat movie is awesome. ok it took me some time to write this I saw it a couple moths ago when it first came out. It made every inch of my pagan social justice-y heart very happy. For once the indigenous population wins!!!!! And Mama pandora (the planet) got mad and kicked ass. It was great, it makes me a happy happy pagan.HippieAtHearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00420489045652504263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495529689907125676.post-62028081235476191582009-12-29T22:01:00.003-05:002009-12-29T22:31:50.471-05:002009 at its endThis year has for the most part sucked. It has been a year of transition and therefore by my very definition must suck. I hate change, but cannot sit in one place and I know this. But that doesn't mean I have to like it. <br /><br />This year I have dealt on numerous occasions with depression each one seemed worse then the last, starting when I was in school and the last ending only last month(honestly, I probably wouldn't have any friends at all if my fiance didn't more or less instruct me to go hang out when invited to do so because at the time I just couldn't care.....about anything), I have graduated from school, watched all my plans fall into ruins and still feel lost. I haven't posted anything because there was nothing new to post except for a worsening feeling of wandering in the black woods. <br /><br />I see children and find myself wishing they would never grow up. And that sounds terrible! And it's not that I want them to die as children, Gods know thats not what I mean. But I miss being a child. I wish I wasn't an adult, with every ounce of my being. I certainly don't feel like an adult. I wish for every child I see that they stay happy and care free and all that awesome stuff that kids have and feel that gets stolen from us secretly and quietly as the world makes us grow up. But apparently while I wasn't looking and was having fun playing at grown up, the world stole away my kiddie-hood and I actually am a grown up. All I can say is what the fuck?!!<br /><br />I'm engaged to a wonderful man, I've graduated college and am paying most of my bills all by myself (thanks mom and dad) and as lost and terrified as I feel most of the time I have hope. I have wonderful people around me who as much as I try and keep hidden my thoughts, fears, frustrations, and tears know me well enough to be patient with me and know me well enough to kick me in the butt when I need it....even while I'm kicking and screaming that I don't need it. Bear with me my Darlings I've never shown my feelings to people easily. I know I'm easy to read but it has never been easy to share what everyone sees in my face. <br /><br />With Hope I watch for the New Year<br />Brightest Blessings and a Wonderful Next Year for you allHippieAtHearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00420489045652504263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495529689907125676.post-7445221953556212102009-10-21T11:23:00.002-04:002009-10-21T11:37:36.882-04:00childhood favoritesEvery vegetarian has those foods that as a child mom didn't have to worry they wouldn't eat. Usually it has meat in it. And as a vegetarian you slave over ideas of how to make those beloved foods into something that you can again eat and enjoy and love all over again. One of those foods for me was Ham and corn quiche. Mom used to make this all the time and I loved it and would eat it all up and clean my plate of every crumb of filling and crust. Why I love it I really don't know because I am very picky about my eggs and have yet to find another quiche that I can eat without gagging because of the rediculously egg-y taste. I love eggs as long as I can't taste that grossy egg-y texture/taste thing. I will eat the fuck out of an omlete and scrambled eggs and poached eggs but if they are in a food and that food tastes egg-y I'm gonna gag and its not going to be pretty. Honestly, I think it has something to do with the amount of corn in it (the reason I like the quiche). Cause I love corn (I'm begining to realize this). Instead of putting real ham I just used fake ham. I am not usually one to use the fake meats unless it is absolutely necessary but I was pawing through my mom's recipe books (there are a million of them I swear) and we were talking about how to divide up her current official cookbook because its bursting at the seams and she has to rubberband it closed and she made a comment about that recipe and how she could take it out cause we never eat it anymore and I went holy crap! I want to vegetize it!!! It was soooo good!<br /><br />I must admit I was rather pleased with the way it came out. It had an interesting sweet taste around the "ham" and cheese at the bottom but I really don't remember what it tasted like originally so I cannot really compare. It was so simple to make that I will probably make it again at some point though I doubt anyone aside from me and my mom (who is open to new culinary experiences) will eat it. I can understand why mom made it so often when I was a baby. <br /><br />Now all I have to do is figure out how to vegetize mom's chicken a la king recipe. Currently I just eat it without the chicken so its basically veggies in a cream sauce....still good but lacking a certain something (yeah chicken I know)HippieAtHearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00420489045652504263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495529689907125676.post-16416365140587773162009-10-12T11:51:00.003-04:002009-10-12T12:25:36.959-04:00Things to be excited about super dork editionThings have been a little hectic around here. I'm working 2 jobs and on the weekends they come right next to eachother with enough time to shower and let my hair air dry. I'm thinking about investing in a hair dryer. I stopped using one after I decided that it was too damaging to my hair, but then again my hair is just crazy and coarse anyways so it may be time to rethink. Good news: I'm actually making money and not just staying afloat. Now that I'm not worried about every dollar I spend and focused on just finding another job so I'm not bleeding my account dry I can focus on the all important task of finding an actual job. I have until the end of the year to find a job with health benefits (cause I need them) so still a bit of a deadline but hey we always work better with deadlines right? At least I do. However I have this problem with the weather. There are so many who say they feel energized by fall. Yes, its very pretty but fuck man its cold. Me on the other hand, when it gets cold I move slowly. The colder it is the slower I tend to move which is why it takes me a full hour more to finish one job which will in the end be a hugeass problem when I need to get to my other job. Oh the frustration this will cause. But really I do love this season. This season is Halloween to me and I am super excited about halloween this year because I have time to carve pumpkins! And I plan to carpet my fiancee's porch in carved pumpkins and take all the seeds and cook them. I have a few recipes I want to try with them but mostly I have no idea what to do with that many damn pumpkin seeds. But I am a stubborn sort and WILL cook them and eat them (and maybe force some on my poor friends and family). Any recipe/ways to cook them you like and think I might like? I'm also intending on making pumpkin pie with the bits of pumkin I cut out of the pumpkins while carving. Which honestly doesn't make alot of sense to me because I'm not really a big fan of pumpkin flavored foods but I have a need to not waste anything, if I can help it. I'm also looking foreward to Thanksgiving, which confuses me a little. I find the more I grow up, the more I look foreward to family oriented things (aka subjecting ones self to people that drive you flipping crazy and you need to take a vacation afterwards just to relax from your vacation with them, or if you're me, get your loving Master to beat the tar out of you......go figure) But this time 2 years ago I got the awesomest recipe ever and everyone who has tried it really likes it. I was really happy last....no....2 thanksgivings ago when i made it and I had veggie food that everyone was willing to eat that wasn't stuffing and potatoes and pumpkin pie. I'm planning on making it a normal staple in the Thanksgiving feast of my family.....and maybe my fiancee's too if I go over there for thanksgiving again this year. I am continually amazed that I am growing up and yet still very much a child in adults clothes.HippieAtHearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00420489045652504263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495529689907125676.post-6657805878596880072009-09-24T21:46:00.004-04:002009-09-24T22:32:25.070-04:00A rant on social stupidityIts interesting when you think about the person you are and think back on how you became that person. The way I see myself, I didn't become anything until high school. I was pretty much a quiet little social drone. Then I became an angry punk, a rebel and Davey Havok was pretty much my role model. An intellectual, intelligent musician who spoke on what he believed. There were a myriad of other punk bands that were politically outspoken that I adored partly because of their anger and partly because I agreed with what they were saying. Then I went to college and joined the veggie co-op and moved from angry punk/rebel to being pretty much a hippie kinda feminist, still a rebel but less angry. This time is where I really came to feel the religion I had chosen for myself. And now I've graduated from college. I'm not sure I'm really a rebel anymore. I love peace, harmony, veggies, animals, and lots of other things but I find myself worried less about the needing to change the world. I want this world to be a better place once I've left it, and that will never change but I find myself worried more about making my own life. I'm engaged, half living in my fiancee's shitty apt that will never ever ever be clean and half at my parents house where I am still treated like a child. I find myself rebeling in small ways (I thought I was out of that phase of my life) like keeping my parents out of the loop on my health (except when everyone tells me 'you need to tell your parents about this'). I'm still very much a feminist in the sense that I refuse to wear slutty clothes to work just so drunk males in thier 30s and 40s can look at my tits and ass and tip me better cause its all out there for them to see. NO. They will tip me because I am good at my job. I bring them their drinks quickly and smile and check and see if they need more often. I was talking to a friend of mine about this local band that has this chick singer who wears pretty much nothing. And that annoys me because they do well and we all know they do well because shes up there singing with almost no clothes on. And I can't stand that society perpetuates this. And I can't stand that females allow it to be perpetuated. I understand sex = attention and attention = YAY. But really now. This next thing I say will sound terrible and I hope no one takes offense. It seems to me that only the "ugly" girls feel this way. By ugly I mean the quiet ones, the bookish ones, the fat ones, the unsporty klutzy ones. And you have to be stupid to be pretty. I am one of the "ugly" girls who recognizes she is attractive but who chooses not to wear "cute clothes" because I do not want to be seen for my body (and it is too much of a damn waste of my time to try and make myself up cute). I have had men blatantly stare at my chest and ass while at work and could do little aside from walk away (while wanting to hit him repeatedly in the face with my tray) while wearing my "bar clothes" and the more I work there the more I just don't want to even try to look cute but its part of the ambiance of the place. Big dudes at the door cute skinny chicks at the bar and running around to get your drinks. I have become a decoration?!!!!! And my only reason for all of this degradation....I can pay for my car, I needed another job. And I find myself disgusted with myself.....I really feel like I have gone the completely wrong way and demolished my own moral code of conduct. OK slightly dramatic right there but I've really pissed myself off with this rant which really wasn't the intent of the post but I followed my thought process to its conclusion. The intent was to plug this video of a singer I really like doing a spoken word poem that made me think about my own origins. Here it is.<br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aaEXJ0PltZMHippieAtHearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00420489045652504263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495529689907125676.post-13960824151062167002009-09-22T13:07:00.002-04:002009-09-22T13:09:30.928-04:00Bad Pagan yet againSo I just realized it is the equinox.....oops. I realize this as I am sipping the world's best cider (in my opinion at least). Well, I was planning to take a walk today anyways. Anyways Happy Equinox, do something nature-y today.HippieAtHearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00420489045652504263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495529689907125676.post-54785591574367493462009-08-16T10:04:00.003-04:002009-08-16T10:32:13.875-04:00Searching for my museI haven't written on here in some time. I've been terribly uninspired for awhile. I'm done with school and am at a loss for what to do now. Find a job (well obviously) sounds like such a simple thing. But with the way the economy is around here there isn't a whole lot around. Its gotten to the point where I just can't even make myself look for jobs anymore. I can't get my butt in gear to get anything done really. And part of it is I just don't care. That sounds terrible but there it is. somehow none of it seems important to me. It took me about a week to send out a school book someone bought from me, all the while it sat on my bed with the address yelling send me already!!!! I feel like for as long as I can remember I've been going down this river and as I got closer to the end of college the river moved faster and faster and faster until I was flung off the cliff and over the waterfall and now I'm caught in all the little currents going this way and that way and just floating around in circles. I know that the only way to get down to the next river is to swim and push through the currents but then here comes the I don't really care part. And maybe its not that I don't care, because I do care it frustrates me that I am living back at my parents house (when I'm not at my fiancee's house) with an almost job that doesn't even bring in $200 a month (if they actually get around to paying me). I am still awed by the idea that I don't have to go to school at the end of this month and it confuses me and I keep saying to myself well what the fuck am I supposed to do now? Maybe I'm just still disoriented from falling down the waterfall. I'm thinking about hitting up the local pagan shop for some greatly needed tarot consulting from a professional becasue as suspicious as I am of people who aren't me or my friends with our respective decks, I know that the lady who runs the place wouldn't fuck us all (her loving customers) over for some money. And I need a big cosmic neon arrow to point me in the direction I should go. Preferably one that points directly to the place (with no doubt that thats the one they mean) that would suit me well as thier newest employee. <br /><br />On a lighter note, I went to see my grandma and we had a pretty nice time. We were civil, she liked my engagement ring, she let me have a cutting of her christmas cactus for me to take home I just have to pot it. All in all a pretty good visit (and that is saying something).<br /><br />Well, hope everyone is doing well. Brightest blessings and great big hugs.HippieAtHearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00420489045652504263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495529689907125676.post-86586836342644300702009-07-12T22:44:00.003-04:002009-07-12T23:00:35.339-04:00Evening walks to clear the mind work wondersSo there has been lots of things going on. Lots of changes and craziness and lack of anything important in my head to write about. Well, more like at a total loss for anything to write about. I started a couple of posts only to delete the whole thing in the middle of writing and then stare at the screen dumbly. I figured today was a good day to post because my usual sunday posts are fairly easy. Pull card and write (I've been needing to consult the cards anyway)<br /><br />The Page of Shields. A tenacious reliable person. One who resists any distractions when in pursuit of a goal. A serious scholar with great self discipline. A hunger for knowlege. A dedicated student. One who exhibits a keen buisness sense. An honourable, courageous person who does his or her best to help others. A messenger with good news (a job pretty please??!!!!)<br /><br />well....it sounds like good things are in store though I'm not really sure who/what the cards are pointing to currently.HippieAtHearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00420489045652504263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495529689907125676.post-68573097401335301802009-06-13T15:28:00.002-04:002009-06-13T15:38:22.565-04:00I got to make strawberry jelly!!!My boy was flabbergasted that I had never gone strawberry picking. I had told him we had strawberries in my garden when I was little but I don't really rememeber it. Last week he says to me the strawberry field near my house is open lets go pick strawberries. I thought it was really sweet that he took me cause he is rather sensitive to the sun and hates bugs.<br /><br />There is something so perfect about a strawberry eaten just after picking. They are warm from the sun and so wonderfully sweet, nothing beats it in the fruit world. <br /><br />We picked a whole quart of strawberries. All of which I got to take home (minus the ones we ate while at his house). I made jelly out of some and its soooo tasty, although a bit runny (ok I helped make). And on Monday or Sunday night I'm going to make a pie that alot of the rest will go on top of. Oh yeah and for the record frozen strawberries in leu of ice is AMAZING and I love whoever thought of the idea.HippieAtHearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00420489045652504263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495529689907125676.post-69462627865640824522009-06-12T11:20:00.002-04:002009-06-12T12:11:32.609-04:00The Great Art of Loving and Accepting Ones SelfLots of personal/potentially akward stuffs in this one. Read at your own peril!!!<br /><br />I am wierd. I don't follow mainstream logic in many ways. I don't think there is anything wrong with my body (true I'm not happy that my boobs are a bit more dangly but that isn't wrong, that my dears is nature). I am a Masochist/submissive. I've been told I act more confident after my boy indulges me in a "beating". Now and then I like to be treated like a little girl again. I still love to color. I think vultures and oppossums are cute. I belive in magic and the divine presence of a good and loving Goddess who is also amazingly badass as well as a strong and caring God who loves you even if you do bad stuff. I don't eat meat. I am not "normal". Many would label me wierd, freak, crazy, sick etc. And guess what. I'm pretty cool with that. <br /><br />It has taken me a long, long time to get to this point. I am only now seeing myself as maybe pretty. As a child I thought I was ugly and gross. I had zero confidence in myself or anything I did. Now, I'm still shy but not nearly as shy as I once was. I would like to think I have more confidence in myself and i think others would agree with me. As I discovered my masochist nature I struggled a great deal with thinking I was one sick puppy. But then it dawned on me, no one was getting hurt but me if I was getting "beat" on and I was enjoying it so it couldn't really be thought of as being hurt, could it? At that point I decided I wouldn't question myself nearly as much about the things I liked. <br /><br />A very good friend of mine told me I was Sick the other day because I'm a masochist. Though what I heard was HOLY CRAP WHATS WRONG WITH YOU. I understand that I suprised him and maybe I shouldn't have just dropped it on him like that but he was curious why I had not been sitting right (i got my ass "beat on" it was great, hurt like the dickens but I loved it). Despite all these things It hurt a whole lot to hear that from him, one of my best friends who I have known for 8 years. Another friend of mine who just cannot grasp the mentality of being a masochist and submissive told me he was worried about me. I began to worry that maybe I was really fucked up. I had a few chats with people and it comforted me a great deal to know that I am not the only person who at times wonders if they are a little on the messed up side. I was also told that I am not sick by a few friends who have more of an understanding of these things. I had realized I had fallen off the I love myself wagon when I began trying to justify my own actions to myself. Questioning yourself isn't a bad thing, we can even grow from it, but teling yourself you're a freak for doing something and then continuing to do it just isn't helpful. It leaves you feeling ashamed and embarrassed if anyone ever finds out about your secret. And then embarrassed that you have this secret at all. its a horrible circle.<br /><br />I find it so frustrating that we spend our whole lives working on self love. Where has the human race gone wrong that we have to work so hard to love ourselves? Look at those things in your life and ask who is being hurt by them? If its just you being hurt (and your not like me and are enjoying said hurt) change it. It will be difficult at first. But know, there are so many others out there who have similar problems and really no matter how alone you feel in this one problem. You are not alone. If there is no one being hurt by it, accept this as part of yourself. Understand that you might be wierd for liking it but since no one is hurt by it, who cares. You can't love what you think is wierd and fucked up.<br /><br />I am wierd, a freak, sick, and maybe a little crazy. I know this and love myself for it.HippieAtHearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00420489045652504263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495529689907125676.post-21897020445138538612009-06-05T23:14:00.002-04:002009-06-05T23:20:34.926-04:00This needed its own postThe last post, yeah, the one I just wrote is why I started this whole bit of silliness in my life. It was supposed to be a journey of self discovery and a place where I can put my ideas into coherent form and a place to remind myself and other of thier own sacredness. I am glad to see that I have somehow brought it back to that, and really without too much effort. I got lost somewhere along the way but I think I have things back on track.<br /><br />Brightest blessings and a lovely full moon (almost) to light your wayHippieAtHearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00420489045652504263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495529689907125676.post-55545690768922171362009-06-05T22:38:00.003-04:002009-06-05T23:08:50.705-04:00health care that really works?I just watched an interestng movie. Sicko by Michael Moore about universal health care systems. As a graduate of college and currently unemployed I thank my lucky Divinely given stars that I am still eligible to be under my father's health insurance. At least until I get a job. This was one of the numerous things that plagued my waking hours while in my last year of college. My mother kept telling me I HAD to have health insurance. Of course, I knew this because I have 4 medications that I am currently on. 3 of which I take on a daily basis. But how was I going to pay for health insurance??? I didn't (and still don't) have a job I have to go to on a daily basis. My boy doesn't have health insurance and it is more or less understood if he gets sick enough that he must go to a hospital hes pretty much dead at this point, because there is no way he could pay for it himself. <br /><br />Think about it. Really think. How nice would it be to walk into any hospital and get the care you need? Any tests or treatments a doctor thinks would benefit you, wouldn't that be nice? Yes, eventually you do pay for it. Its not really free. It is part of the tax money you pay every year. <br /><br />We Americans have this intense dislike of parting with our money, even if it is to pave the roads we drive on and pay the cops, firefighters, and teachers we would very much like to keep around. I will admit I am guilty of this too (and will try to remind myself of this post next February). But I honestly think that the biggest problem we have with universal health care paid for by our tax dollars is that we are paying to help others get better too. In our society we are taught to value the individual, our own self and to hell with everyone else. Now yes, I do like being my own person and all that jazz BUT we are a herd species just like the deer, horse, and dog. We live in villages and cities. It all boils down to community and lack of it in the United States and our need for instant gratification. We don't want to help those less fortunate we want to go buy the biggest baddest TV we can find for our own enjoyment. Too much instant gratification.<br /><br />Me, I wouldn't mind spotting my fellow human a few bucks to help with thier health care. I am haunted by a day when I was out with my friends and a man, obviously in desperate need of help on a cold night to get his sick child home needed help with gas money. I knew that I had the most money in our little group. My under the table job had just paid me and I had money in my wallet. But I, a "poor" college student (I actually was worried about my finances all the time) refused to help him. I should have helped him. If we had a better system in place such a thing would never have needed to happen. True, there are too many people in this world but once they are here they deserve to live thier lives too the fullest<br /><br />How many times have you heard someone trying to pass some law that would make health care affordable? Yes, things would have to be worked out, all the bugs worked out, but I think it is a very do-able system. My one fear would be that the government would be able to cut funding for it like it has with the police and firefighters and teachers which cause there to be fewer of them. Of all things why kill our infrastructure like that? But I digress. HIllary Clinton was working on universal health care for a time but in the end gave up on it because of the negative propaganda that was circulating. <br /><br />Personally, I would love to have universal health care even with the increase in taxes.HippieAtHearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00420489045652504263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495529689907125676.post-31554324065677336462009-06-04T23:40:00.006-04:002009-06-04T23:55:05.842-04:00We are always changingI keep having grand ideas for a post and then by the time I get to my computer I forget them. Isn't it the way of things. I thought since I've graduated and all I would do another one of those lists about myself, but I can't seem to find it here so maybe I haven't done one yet on this blog. Either way, here goes 20 things that make up me.<br /><br />1. Graduate<br />2. Student (I am always learning)<br />3. Priestess<br />4. human<br />5. female<br />6. pet owner<br />7. daughter<br />8. Sibling<br />9. girlfriend<br />10. friend<br />11. book worm<br />12. masochist (TMI I know)<br />13. submissive<br />14. happy<br />15. not stressed<br />16. employed (though it won't pay the bills so I'm looking for more work)<br />17. Pagan<br />18. vegetarian<br />19. pack rat<br />20. trying to be mindful (which by the way is super hard)<br /><br />I think its funny how I almost forgot things like being a veggie because they are so much apart of me. I am still looking for that other list I know I made to see what the differences are because I know there are some. Alas, I am disorganized. And now it is my bed time. Brightest Blessings and good journey to you all.<br /><br />Oh! and to my friend moving to Mass. See ya for the solstice.HippieAtHearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00420489045652504263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495529689907125676.post-62298336922924318092009-05-24T23:09:00.002-04:002009-05-24T23:25:46.351-04:00Hey! im on time for onceThe card of the week is.......10 of Spears aka The Green Knight<br /><br />I don't have my scanner right now so I can't show you a picture of the card but heres the definition/what I'm getting from it.<br /><br /><br />Feeling tremendous pressure. Encountering an awesome task which tests courage and diplomacy (great, lovely). Fellings out of one's depth. Living under the restrictions of a specific code of conduct (living in the parents house and not having my usually freedoms?). Temporarily suppressing personal desires in order to complete a task (not like I haven't been doing that the whole time I was in school). Playing by the rules of the game. Striving to please others (I fully disapprove of those two but will probably do it anyways). Success through perseverance (I hope so).<br /><br />So basically the whole living back at home and needing to ask permission to go and do things and maybe whoring myself out looking for a job is what I'm seeing here.HippieAtHearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00420489045652504263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495529689907125676.post-56422484146381779512009-05-23T14:09:00.003-04:002009-05-23T14:24:06.576-04:00Cooking, cleaning, and plantsSill working on the moving. I've made room for more of my stuff here in my room and the garage is ready for the cats....more or less. i tried baking yesterday and it came out rather sad. I made a pineapple upside-down spice cake. I thought it might be tasty as long as it didn't taste like bubble gum. And it is tasty however it diden't get baked all the way so the middle is still batter-y much to my frustration. Granted I didn't use a cast iron skillet like the direction said so maybe I should have made some alterations. Goes to show you cooking is a learning process. I also had some pretty nasty heartburm last night right after I ate said culinary experiment. I may not make that again, we shall see. <br /><br />The funny thng about cleaning my room from one side to the other is I have more stuff that I am recycling then throwing out. I've got this bitty trash basket in my room and I think I have filled it up only once, going on twice now. it just amazes me how much paper stuff is in my room. And change, I can't tell you how much change I have thrown in my puppy bank. Its not a pig so I can't call it a piggy bank, its a little sharpe puppy bank that I've had for as long as I can remember. <br /><br />In other news I am growing somewhere between 8 and 12 amarylises from seed that are sitting here with my mom's plants (thankfully she likes gardening too) They all came from the same plant but I'm hoping there will be some genetic variation and I'll have pretty amarylises all over (out of the cat's reach) in the winter. I officially killed my blueberry bush, sadly but the orange tree is doing well at mom's office (needed a place to stash it in its new huge pot). Hopefully my other plants at the apartment haven't died, I've been a neglectful mother.HippieAtHearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00420489045652504263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495529689907125676.post-75269473875720856672009-05-21T22:18:00.004-04:002009-05-21T22:53:17.871-04:00changing with the timesSo I have officially graduated. The Divine saw fit to wait till after graduation for the big rains to come (we had the ceremony outside and got drizzled on). While we were all processing to the milling about area the clouds let loose and we got soaked, but at least it wasn't in the middle of all the diploma giving. The one nice thing about being graduated is that I can now study whatever the heck I want to and its a bit funny because now I'm not sure where to start. I kept saying once I graduate I'm going to learn more about this and this and that and ooo hey thats cool I want to know more about that. I'm going to have to work out a learning schedule or something (holy crap I'm creating a class schdule for myself!!! you can never get away from school). Currently I am moving out of my apartment slowly, I'm sure too slow for my roomate and her new roomate (who is already there amongst my clutter and my cats). I know I keep saying I'm going to get back on the writing wagon and currently without a job I have to go in to work for that might be possible. If the spotty wireless in my house lets me/I don't break down and use the devil computer that hates my guts and destroy the internet connection. <br />We shall see. Currently my life revolves around cleaning my room in my parents house so I can move my stuff from my apartment into my room. I am very much feeling like I am not getting anything done because I keep moving stuff into places I have cleared out. Its like a cycle of cleaning and rearranging and I'm getting frustrated with it. I really would like to just rent a U-haul and cart the rest of my stuff home and just get all the rearranging and moving and cleaning done with asap. I want to hold a Thank Gods I graduated ritual but I need to have my room clean so I have some free space to work in.<br />Tomorrow's project is scrubbing my garage floor so my cats can live in it so they don't get eatten by the family dog or irritate my dad's allergies (apparently hes allergic we just discovered this) or walk in stray motor oil or some other harmful thing and clean it off thier paws and end up super sick. I will learn the art of zen scrubbing (ie meditation through motion) which is an idea borrowed from a good friend of mine who does zen mopping. I thought it would be something interesting to work on while scrubbing instead of just letting my mind wander which can be unproductive at times. <br />hopefully in the coming days I will be able to have a better posting schedule up and implemented.HippieAtHearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00420489045652504263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495529689907125676.post-29667966205412068462009-05-06T15:50:00.002-04:002009-05-06T16:00:50.657-04:00Make like a tomato and ketchupok so things are rather crazy at the moment with graduation 10 days away and me trying to get my stuffs together so I can move out. Lets see here..... news.....I think I killed the blueberry bush (oops), my mother is baby sitting the orange tree and we repotted it and its growing! The primrose died too (I've been neglectful of my plants). I have a job that pertains to my major as a writer for an online newsletter thing. I'm thinking about bringing back "cooking in the Co-op" even if it won't be in the Co-op it will be at my parents house. Other then that....there isn't much to report. I'm going to try super hard to get back into posting daily, but I used to do it in the mornings before class and now I don't have the time for that so I get out of class and study.HippieAtHearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00420489045652504263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495529689907125676.post-36884956164122837562009-04-28T16:49:00.005-04:002009-04-28T17:33:26.224-04:00Pull a card....any card. Late again I know.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOESmwJmyGVO6hLHOtNYhs6CQcE6QQUZE4SoHlYkOKW43MNgyzzBX2NHCKqUOWqiPH7tjPml3OYuBVz6bi79E9YJrP5qtW71Tpj_HOVSRBoD86h37V1DspkyneP-ot-f_ASNSh_0I1Alo/s1600-h/nine+of+shields.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOESmwJmyGVO6hLHOtNYhs6CQcE6QQUZE4SoHlYkOKW43MNgyzzBX2NHCKqUOWqiPH7tjPml3OYuBVz6bi79E9YJrP5qtW71Tpj_HOVSRBoD86h37V1DspkyneP-ot-f_ASNSh_0I1Alo/s320/nine+of+shields.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329857956548400338" /></a><br /><br />I think I just got a message from the universe to quit bitching. The story from this card is a look beneath the surface and find something wonderful type. Gawain marries this ass-ugly woman and during the marriage everyone is jeering but Gawain (who was forced into the marriage more or less) remains courteous to her throughout the marriage. But when it comes time to consumate the marriage his steadfastness wanes and he mopes in front of his fire trying to figure out how he can not bed this woman. (it seems he and I have both chosen this what seems to be a rather unappetizing option) Once he turns to face her she isn't the ass-ugly woman but the gorgeous Ragnell. This may be a time when I am supposed to find my own meaning in the card because it appears upside down but the meaning in the book makes little sense to me except for the not acknowleging the assistance of others bit (which......I wasn't moments before). <br /><br />If I could have the opinions of my fellow card readers that would be helpful I think. The full meaning from the book is as follows: shallow spiteful behavior. broken promises. weak character. ignoring old friends. not acknowlegeing the assistance of others. social climber. superficial person who humiliates otheres to boost his or her own self confidence<br /><br />I feel like I'm going through a growing period with my cards and I am having difficulty making out what they are saying to me, I find myself relying more on the story behind the cards and not the written meaning, which I suppose is how its supposed to be.....but it leaves me rather confused at times.HippieAtHearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00420489045652504263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495529689907125676.post-8555718489092449052009-04-13T16:24:00.003-04:002009-04-13T16:42:41.285-04:00ok so its a bit lateThis weeks tarot card is.....The hermit<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKfBo_64hAAyoYrW9Dpg0SfjoGrZMsrLFcctbAdOcjq5BPliMIoAdFt4I3_3e1UettgFTTl7zBjX1VJSyYbSoaq1Yvbzbn0PugqbVTPYE5ranbHYt1w1j8YvlfB9uy5sdJ2b9ySaWJArc/s1600-h/The_hermit.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKfBo_64hAAyoYrW9Dpg0SfjoGrZMsrLFcctbAdOcjq5BPliMIoAdFt4I3_3e1UettgFTTl7zBjX1VJSyYbSoaq1Yvbzbn0PugqbVTPYE5ranbHYt1w1j8YvlfB9uy5sdJ2b9ySaWJArc/s320/The_hermit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324278724077460674" /></a><br /><br />Ironically I have only gotten this card once before. This card is all about taking time for ones self to recouperate and become recentered, seeking answers/consulting the wisdom from within ones self.<br /><br />I have looked at two other bloggers that pull cards at the begining of the week and each of them was about centering ones self and doing what you want to do regardless of how others see you. I'm thinking everyone needs to chill a bit after the Easter weekend and visiting with family. I myself definitely need a bit of a relax/centering period. I am having exams this week and was stressing over that and a few other things most of last week which lead to my distraction and not posting. I am planning on having a bit of me and "my" garden time later this week after exams are over which always makes me feel calm and good when I'm done....and maybe I'll finally just sit down and have time to finish reading Eragon which I have been carrying around and not reading because of lack of time.HippieAtHearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00420489045652504263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495529689907125676.post-5458032456911389882009-04-02T23:08:00.003-04:002009-04-02T23:20:43.155-04:00Plant Post!!!well, the dumpster plant died. It was slowly dying all winter and then my roomate's boy came over and stayed for a week and I feel very akward wandering in to water plants with him there so I didn't and it died. Right before spring....is it wierd I feel bad? I'd been telling it to hang in there once spring came id put it outside and it would get all the sun and warm it could want and it died just before spring *facepalm* oh well. I never did get to figure out what those anonymous bulbs were they sprouted leaves and then died/dried up. I'm seeing a little green shoot trying to poke its nose out of the soil so we will see maybe something interesting will happen. all the other plants are still there (blueberry bush is still asleep I am waiting impatiently for it to wake up)and I'll be attempting to grow amarylis seeds again (this time at my parents house so Avi doesn't eat it). Mom got me edamame seeds to grow, I'm kinda excited about that. I'm also going to grow kale that she had laying about in a seed bag. See how that works. Oh yeah! and the bulbs me and my old roomate planted are growing! The hyacinthe are just about to open up and assault us all with thier beautiful smell (I am so excited). I had one crocus bloom with about 5 blossoms, I was impressed. So far no other bulbs have flowered but...I think there is more of them than we planted!HippieAtHearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00420489045652504263noreply@blogger.com0