*Pic of the beautiful works by Christabel Balfour*
Living zero or low waste is a tricky one at the best of times, but Christmas! Christmas and waste seem to go hand in hand. Your credit card can end up seeing more of you than your favourite people as we enter a frenzy of spending on tat that the festive season seems to demand we buy.
Alright. *Negativity over* because we also know that Christmas goes hand in hand with BRILLIANT things; giving, outrageous generosity and quality time with loved ones. Awesome. So how do we reconcile wanting to show people we really like them with acting consciously and loving the planet at the same time?
Peace, that’s what.
That’ll come after the first 24-72 hours of sheer panic anyway.
I thought it about time for some tips for going zero waste following Litterless’s Celia giving us an intro to all things zero waste back in April. Brilliantly, that post is one of my most read which says this is something people are interested in or at least baffled by…
“50 years ago all farming was organic. That was just farming.”
Organic is trendy for sure. I’m slowly learning that it’s necessary too though if you want a healthy you, healthy environment and healthy every-other-living-thing. In fact, sitting round the dinner table recently with some new friends and old farmers I learned that the birth of non-organic farming is relatively recent. More frighteningly I learned that it was born from a ‘quick fix’ in order to use up the excess chemical waste left over from disused ammunition in WW2. I’m not sure about you, but chemicals used in war ending up on my plate and in my body through the use of chemical fertilisers, pesticides and what not is not the kind of diet I want.
If that’s not a clincher, in the spirit of #OrganicSeptember, I’ve got 5 reasons to go organic for you right here.
God it’s a thrown around word isn’t it? ‘Adventure’ is on fleek. New adventure merch, pinterest boards and instagram accounts dedicated to the pursuit pop up every day.
I’ll be honest with you. The incredible images that litter these feeds – of people on the edge of precipices, falling from the sky or laying in hammocks suspended between crevices – had turned me a shade of green. I had found myself recoiling every time I read the part of my bio that makes the claim The Foraged Life is a space for adventure stories. Like I’m fobbing myself (and you) off because I’m not on a perpetual backpacking, bungee jumping, adrenalin trip.
Then I had a think, and, as often happens after a think, I had my perspective reset and realised I was being a bit of a twonk. Now, I’ve got some fresh thoughts on adventure.