Land, Body, and Spirit Many regenerative farmers believe that nutritious, natural food can combat disease and promote good health.
The health secretary is one of those believers.
“Our health is directly related to our food, and the quality of our food is directly related to and [depends] on the quality of our soils,” Kennedy said during a presentation at the summit.
He described how he grew up seeing fields covered with flowers and butterflies, and puddles teeming with frogs and tadpoles. Now, he worries that children may lose the chance to see such biodiversity and to form a connection with nature.
“It’s not only biologically impoverishing us, but it’s spiritually impoverishing us,” he said.
Posted by Timothy Ross on November 23, 2024 at 8:22am
Heart of The Matter
I was colaborating on a mini research matter with my wife and I came across this blog that was profiling the heart, the condition of the heart and a bit of questions regarding the heart and why that symbol was of significance, and thus the title the "Heart of The Matter" I decided to add Sand Box as i do not know where this will go. So as always please check out the comment section for additional information and future additions.
"Our culture has a thing about hearts, the universal symbol of love. To show our love, we have balloon hearts and candy hearts, stuffed hearts and necklace hearts. There’s even a heart hand-symbol that has gone viral. Yep, words are no longer necessary. If you want to tell that special someone how you feel about them, curl your fingers with thumbs together, and smile. But when you think about it, why would we choose the symbol of a heart to convey the message of love? Why not a brain? Or a kidney? Or a stomach? (the stomach would definitely work with the men in my family!). Just what is it with us human beings and the heart?"
As I work through this, turns out I need to do a update on my phone for the operating system, sounds simple enough, so I figure that can do its thing while I do this, so click , but it doesn't click. The memory is too full, too much data on the phone, needs 13 G's and I only hve 12 , so something has to go, now we have to do a purge, the heart of the matter. So I have to decide wht goes , what stays, what can be rehomed ? For curiousity, I check out the updates, 4 pages of improvements. That is a lot of future reading. Off the printer that goes for future review or simply stack it on the blog post for posterity purposes. Where is the love , its a bit about being curious, how do things work, intereact , the heart of the matter.
Curious, I went for the delete on the email file, millions of bits of data, alread stored on my computer at work. Poof, not needed on my phone. Will see if that makes a difference. Took some time to do. Refreshed.
Still not enough, need 12 and I only have 8 GM available ,4 more to find.
Baby time, will have to return to this mission. later
Posted by Timothy Ross on November 25, 2022 at 7:26am
Check out the comments areas for additional sandbox articles and information. The housing market impacts many areas of our lives, our discusions. There was a realtor, older fellow that would introduce his tag line at the Greater Brockville Ad & Sales meetings, "get a lot when your young"
Each new customer opens the door and expects it to swing back closed behind them. But the door doesn’t do that. Instead, it stays open and the cafe starts to get cold.
At first, the staff shouted at customers to close the door behind them. But then their manager suggested shouting at customers before they’ve paid wasn’t the best strategy.
Instead, staff began to close the door behind each customer. But this wasn’t sustainable either. It took time away from serving customers and was clearly frustrating staff to do this every time a new customer enters (about every two minutes by my count).
So they wrote a sign and posted it on the door reminding customers to close the door behind them. But the sign was written in ink and was too small. Most customers ignored it.
Next, the staff wrote a bigger and clearer sign in bold marker and posted this on the door. This didn’t help either. There’s already five other notices on the door and window. Too many for any customer to bother reading any of them. They could remove the other signs, but that would upset management.
I’m struck by how often we’re faced with equivalent problems in a community.
We have a technology problem and there isn’t a perfect solution. We’re forced to choose between:
a) Simply allowing it to happen (i.e. allowing existing members to be disrupted). b) Shouting at new members to behave the right way. c) Politely trying to nudge members to do something (with little effect). d) Posting really big signs (at the expense of other notices). e) Doing a lot of extra work ourselves. f) Paying (and waiting) for the technology to be fixed.
There’s no useful advice here – just a lesson that you’re not alone in these dilemmas. There’s no easy solution even to the most simple of problems. Sometimes you just have to figure out which is least painful.
The staff have settled upon the cafe getting cold.
Enjoyable article , I remember how the kids grand father would talk the time he met Leonard Cohen in Montreal. Memories, he lived his music and it got his spirit moving. I rather like many of Cohen’s songs, not realizing the poetic side of him. Reflecting know, it makes perfect sense. Maybe I should revisit my own poem book.
“Was he, in the end, a musician or a poet? A grave philosopher or a grim sort of comedian? A cosmopolitan lady’s man or a profound, ascetic seeker? Jew or Buddhist? Hedonist or hermit? Across his 82 years, the Montreal-born Leonard Cohen was all of these things – and in his posthumous book of poetry, given the Lawrentian title The Flame by his son Adam, all sides of the man are present.”
Will have to get this book for the library and glean some inspiration from it. Maybe I get two and send a copy to Maurice for his enjoyment.
Timothy Ross
#ImprovingFutures
“He’d call himself slow. He’d write poems about how Leonard Cohen was a lazy bastard living in a suit”
I was reading a story in the Ontario Farmer this evening about Keith Roulson and his career and life events. I came across this part that spoke about the farm crisis in 1980 with the high interest rates and the impact that had on so many farmers and how they lost their farms because of this. Interest rates peaked at 23% and it was crippling , it was a painful, too painful at times. This kinda hit home as I was one of those farm kids that was effected by this. I don't know the full effect it actually had on my mental being, since I am reminded about it, I plan to reflect on this and let it touch me once again and grow and deal with any ill effects it had. In the mean time, I'm going to find out some more about this play and seek some peace in my heart regarding that time of my life and my parents life and my siblings lives. As the paper said, peole cae to watch the play as " they needed to unload this" .
Some other words of wisdom gleaned from the article.
Keith learned that people were more likely to support something that was community owned than an enterprise owned by n individual. He raised money for a new paper by selling shares to community members, many of his sales where considered simple donations for their community than an investment.
He understood what was good about rural life and he did what he could to protect it.
He was driven to maintain small papers and a rural voice in the face of a hostile world. ( remind me of the small Amish newsletter my dad subscribes to )
After 50 years he has stepped away from managing the magazine "The Rural Voice" , thinking I should check that one out, I do not currently get it.
City life did not appal to him, he missed being surrounded by nature.
A strong interest in farming and admiration for what farmers do.
Watch the field behind the plow turn to straight, dark rows
Feel the trickle in your clothes, blow the dust cake from your nose
Hear the tractor's steady roar, Oh you can't stop now
There's a quarter section more or less to go
And it figures that the rain keeps it's own sweet time
You can watch it come for miles, but you guess you've got a while
So ease the throttle out a hair, every rod's a gain
And there's victory in every quarter mile
Poor old Kuzyk down the road
The heartache, hail and hoppers brought him down
He gave it up and went to town
And Emmett Pierce the other day
Took a heart attack and died at forty two
You could see it coming on 'cause he worked as hard as you
In an hour, maybe more, you'll be wet clear through
The air is cooler now, pull you hat brim further down
And watch the field behind the plow turn to straight dark rows
Put another season's promise in the ground
And if the harvest's any good
The money just might cover all the loans
You've mortgaged all you own
Buy the kids a winter coat
Take the wife back east for Christmas if you can
All summer she hangs on when you're so tied to the land
For the good times come and go, but at least there's rain
So this won't be barren ground when September rolls around
So watch the field behind the plow turn to straight dark rows
Put another season's promise in the ground
Watch the field behind the plow turn to straight dark rows
Put another season's promise in the ground
