About nine months ago I gave up the “plain dress” I’d been wearing for some years. I had gained a lot of weight and most of it no longer fit. Besides, I had stopped having much faith in G-d, people or religion. Though people could not always figure out which group I belonged to, they could instantly pick me out as “religious”… with all the baggage that implied. It was nice to be invisible for a while, and to be able to drop my religious identity at the synagogue door. To paraphrase Judah Lieb Gordon, I was a Jew at home and a woman on the street, albeit a slightly frumpy one.
And then, having nothing my size to wear for the holidays, I found myself having to make the decision I’d been putting off for months. What was my new wardrobe going to be like, now that I wasn’t a Jewishy Quaker? I went to the second-hand shop and bought myself a new white Yom Kippur blouse, but everything else I bought was not just terribly old fashioned….
… it was black.
My steps into simplicity, sustainability, and plainness. I currently live in New England with my partner, my two boys, 2 cats and 6 chickens. I have a huge garden, more plans than time, and am a queer, hard of hearing atheist. Welcome aboard :)Yes?
Trying to get interpreters is like pulling teeth. I’m grateful I don’t need them full-time (yet) and a little nervous about when I do.
I’d like to thank Mohegan Sun and TDGarden for being, so far, completely unhelpful. You would think that huge venues would be pretty good at this by now……..
I’m eating a potato for lunch which is unusual but moreso because I cooked it on my pellet stove. I put butter on top which is now melting and I put some fresh chives on top. I’m rather looking forward to it.
I wonder what else I can cook on there????
Hidden, littered with shoes—
Some worn in and out,
others only briefly
upon hearts and soles.
A solitary pair of well polished
army boots stand at parade rest;
salute indelible prints
left on personal battlefields
and the streets of D.C.
During these last warm days
of our autumn
soft leather sandals whisper
to gently fallen leaves.
My boots wait patiently.