hello and welcome to An Altitude Problem, where things be happening. I am still trying to decide if I am going to occsionally post to this blog now that my life has changed so drastically. It has been a place where I have gotten intensely personal for a core group of confidantes (and whoever else cares), sharing what it means to find a sense of self in the world. It has been a letter to the universe (and, of course, whoever else cares enough to read it.) In that capacity, perhaps I may want to, but I am moving on to other projects in the pursuit of my new, better, more fulfilling life. I have started school, a two year program of whole-body wellness learning and business management, with the hopes that it will pay dividends in this future I want to create. My days are spent either outside caring for this large yard and garden, or inside, sitting and doing workbook assignments and cleaning or finding quiet projects to do while listening to lectures from the amazing leaders in nutrition and holistic living on every subject imagineable having to do with the wonderful organism that it us- our bodies, our spirits, our individuality, the art of food and eating and living well. A big focus of the school, the Institute for Integrative Nutrition in New York (I am doing it online) is to educate it's graduates in the concept of bio-individualty and it's implications. The concept that everyone is different. A right choice for one may be a wrong choice for another. Some bodies thrive on one diet, while others are thrown into chaos on the same diet. And as graduates and AADP certified health practitioners, health coaches, we will be equipped to help each individual client discover precisely which foods nourish them personally, regardless of what they think they should be eating, and which foods sabotage them personally, regardless of how they affect others, while finding triggers and identifying cravings that give clues to an individual's needs.
The days are warming, or should I say heating up. My garden is in various stages of growing- various plants are up and thriving, various ones are still germinating, some are in trays in the house needing to go out, some are still in their seed packets. I have a flock of hens now. We live on my grandparent's farm. And I have started a new blog, one that is directed at a more diverse readership than this one. A "real" blog, less about things that make me go "Hmmmm" and more about things that make me go "Ah-ha!" I have decided that this journey I am starting on, the bumbling process of creating a sustainable farm and food supply, of returning to more connection with our food, of leading a more intentional life toward more sustainable goals, on a farm that my roots are deeply dug into and my history is a happy one, is a journey I want to record without all the personal stuff that this blog has been so full of. Although I am still an avid fan of full disclosure and radical vulnerability, and can't help but let it leak into my writing, it may be time to shelve this no-holds-barred blog for a while, since most of the time when I do have time to sit and write, I will probably be over there instead telling about doing instead of thinking. This one has just been a whine-fest anyway lately, and I am thinking that a clean break from the meltdown I had this winter, and blogged about here, is something I need. This blog was a voice old me spoke with. The address to the new blog, the voice of the future I am laying the groundwork for, is
www.mulberriesandmanure.blogspot.com.
