Friday, August 13, 2010
I don’t know where I’ll be living, 3 or 6 months from now.
It seems up-in-the-air.
It could go either way—end up anywhere.
Will there really be a food shortage, or am I buying seeds for nothing? [Several New Age websites and “conspiracy theorists” were predicting the crash of the U.S. Dollar, civil war, worldwide natural catastrophes, 2012 mass ascension with aliens, etc].
Well… not for nothing. I love gardening. I want to grow things regardless if there is a food shortage.
FEARS CREEPING UP LIKE A BAD WEGGIE
I feel uncertainty.
I feel fear—fear of a food shortage and fear of people stealing my wonderful plants, instead of just taking a couple veggies [outside my apartment in the southwest U.S., I had a few large pots trying to grow tomatoes, strawberries, and peppers. It was a futile effort because it only got a couple hours of sunlight each day, much to my dismay.]
I worry that I’ll suck at gardening. Right now, it’s ok if I suck, because I can just go to the store if the plants die. But if there is no more food at the store, I depend on me. Hopefully I can find a group with other skills and we can work together to create food—like bread.
I fear people being aggressive, instead of loving, during this transition phase [the 2012 “ascension” that never happened]. …rape, stealing, murder… I hope I’ll find a safe spot.
I want to help people and grow food for them, but I don’t want them to take without asking, or to be violent. Maybe I can ask the forest to protect me.
I want to live in a forest, but I don’t know how to find available land. I hope to live near a clearing, so I can build a garden (maybe greenhouse?)