Can you control anything?

Yes, we can control some things!!! Personally, my family is dedicated to living as natural of a lifestyle as possible. We cloth diaper our babies, breastfeed exclusively, eat organic and local foods, use chemical free cleaners, shampoos/conditioners, organic soaps, toothpastes, chemical free tooth brushes made from renewable and recycled ... See Morematerials. I purchase organic clothing and bedding when possible. We use NO chemicals and/or treatments on our lawn or in our garden. We compost food scraps and lawn waste. All of our personal products (baby wipes, feminine pads, mothwash, etc.) are chemical free. I stopped wearing deoderant completely and kicked my lifelong Dr. Pepper habit earlier this year. We buy all organic meats from a local farm and purchase fresh eggs and milk from a homestead up the road. Next month I am halting purchases of products made in China due to chemical and human rights concerns. We recycle avidly and our family of five (plus several full time visitors) only sends about half a garbage can to the landfill a week. I'm trying to eliminate garbage all together. We ALWAYS use re-usable bags, earth friendly light bulbs, and conserve heat, water, and electricity. This past winter we canceled our natural gas service and relied on high efficiency electric heaters. I plan on converting my home to a radiant heating system.

Lyric ♫

Curls bouncing, wrapping strands, around lips, giggling, bright smile.

Small hands reaching; for, hand to hold, baby to carry, puppy to pat.

Nose nuzzled against warm skin, pressed to breast, lovingly calling out for 'boob'.

Tummy against tummy Mommy love.

And the ever-present binkie.

Trotting in and out of rooms with different pairs of shoes. Calling for juice.

'MaMa', she calls, with loving demand.

Snuggling, bright eyed, beautiful baby love.

Sunlight creeping. Rays dance, caressing leaves on their way down, down to the bright green earth.

Paint. Splashing and prancing to canvas boards.

Wet and gulping green grass ground at our feet.

Stop to pay attention.

Make sure you listen to what you hear.

And there will be; the tiny giggles of small artists being made. Gardens growing lovely things to eat. Whispers of sisters. The painting of noses. Water jar dripping. Snip-snap, the camera catches their rosy smiles.

There is solitude here. It is our very own piece of this world. Here, we can be who we need to be. We can be free.

And they seem to grow by the second.

They are the planting of seeds. The growing of bright beautiful flowers. They are the playfully frolicking in the breeze. The serenity of all things.

With responsibility we must remember; These babies we are making will be the people we leave to do the saving.