This guest post is by Lorraine Jericevic in the UK.
Travelling in Peru with my husband, I meet a wonderful Hopi Native American, full of wonder, full of stories, songs, and chants. He carries a treasured bag of blue corn so that he can honor Mother Earth wherever he goes, wherever She is. It's a well-travelled bag of ceremony and healing, of symbols, of scents and sacred energies woven into the fabric of its heart.
This past weekend, I walked down to the elevator in our building with my little one, to recycle paper from my office. You see, I'm on a determined weight loss plan: I aim to lose 80% of the paper in my office by year's end. Scanned and shredded if it's important, not scanned if it's not. Recycled in both cases.
Weighed down with 4 bags, and my toddler holding another, we stood there while the elevator made the usual functional noises behind the walls.
