Might we be getting too complacent as we inhabit our house, hang out at our usual venues, and socialize only with our core group of friends? Do we take the extra step to ask the person behind us in line about how their day is going? Or listen attentively to an opposing viewpoint in case we may learn something? Our world view can shrink to our own surroundings if we let it. What if our minds could be less hardened and more open to change? Besides possibly expanding our insights, I think it’s just more fun. Real creative banter, where we let go of our personal beliefs and biases, can be freeing as well as enlightening.

            Last week we visited relatives on the east coast. During a conversation, Cousin Jay said something which made Kent and I furrow our brows in confusion when he came to a conclusion that neither of us could make sense of. I can’t remember now what the topic was, but in further discussion we discovered that it was simply either one word left out or one put in by accident that completely changed his intended meaning. It can be a little like the game of Telephone in which a simple phrase is whispered around a circle and the last person shares what it is. It’s often completely changed from the original words. This happens all the time, and even more so in texts or social media. We go off on something before taking the time to reflect on the fact that we could be getting it wrong.

          Traveling from Virginia to Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Connecticut, and Massachusetts – with other states in between, I once again marveled how lush and green it is back there, with flowers everywhere you look. This year, it is also quite green here as well, thanks to all the extra rain we’ve received. But there, they have to mow every week, through spring, summer and fall. We have a lot more weed whacking to do right now, but our rains generally don’t last through the summer so the chore doesn’t continue.

            It also struck me how much bigger most of the houses are there. Three or four stories tall with a necessary sump pump in the basement. And, again, I couldn’t help but notice all the added utility use and waste this often promotes. Up and down the stairs between the levels, leaving a light on here and there, and the heater going in unused rooms. More bathrooms to maintain (or not) so the likelihood of undetected drips increases… I suppose it might be overwhelming to live as sustainably as possible when your footprint is so massive. And there I go again with my own biases…   

            Our familiarity and comfort zone can begin to shrink as we shelter in place. For me as well. Leaving home is difficult, especially when you have animals, plants to water, a ranch to care for and a young dog. Finally, when all was set for us to be gone for nine days, we departed. It was great to see my husband’s relatives again and catch up with everyone, after not seeing most of them for many years. Two of them had dogs, which I found comfort in. A natural bond forming within my canine comfort zone.

            As I digress, my thoughts turn from differing viewpoints of people to seemingly opposite tendencies within an individual. Take me, for example. Brought up with the extreme structure of classical music and ballet, I’ve always embraced the required perseverance and training of body, mind and spirit that this life entails. However, either because of, or in spite of this, my other self constantly questions authority. Even as a kid, I was encouraged to do so. Does this mean I have a Jekyll and Hyde personality or am I simply a more balanced person? Of course, I believe it’s the latter. After all, I at least harbor some self-preservation traits. Whew.

            Part of my self-preservation is to go outside in nature every day, often many times (or stay out there all day). We returned from our trip to see the creek still running; and seep monkey flowers, curly dock, owl’s clover and penstemon blooming in profusion. The poorwill still sings at night and the owl calls echo through the canyon. It’s good to be home.

            It’s also good to come back to the shelter of our town with all the beautiful wineries and the wonderful music that we can immerse ourselves in. And the many hiking trails, farm stands, social events… This is our community. Our shelter. But we all need a little shake up sometimes, don’t you think?

Chi Varnado has published six books including fiction, nonfiction and children’s books. They are available on www.amazon.com. Her collection of essays, Quail Mutterings, can be found on www.chivarnado.com or www.dancecentrepresents.com.          

          I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the concept of less being more and I believe it’s true for so many things. It is certainly the case considering all the stuff we have around the house once we realize that our children are not interested in any of it. Some of us were raised by Depression-era parents who saved practically everything because you might need it someday. However, this someday never really comes and if, on occasion, it does, then we can’t find what we need anyway as it lies buried in all the other stuff we saved.

          Why is it that the fire smoldering beneath our urge to purge burns hotter as we lose the ability to deal with it all effectively? I can feel it becoming more difficult as I age—both physically and mentally. There are always things which seem easier to accomplish.

            One of these tasks is to walk the dog, or better yet, turn her loose for yahoo time. Now that the creek is raging, Zelda zips around, through and over the water. Her enthusiasm is contagious, at least in spirit, and I can’t help but laugh at both her precision moves and her misfires. It must be so much fun to be a two-year-old Australian shepherd!

            Yard work calls, house work demands, and maintenance needs can make themselves known suddenly and inconveniently. So why are we so resistant to living more communally with others when so many of these tasks could be shared? Mine, mine, mine comes at a high cost—individually, collectively, and environmentally. Obviously, communes didn’t work out very well. One reason is that a few individuals carried the work load for the entire group.

            However, something akin to an intentional community has enormous potential. The members communicate more effectively because they are all committed to making it work. They each have a vested interest. Chores, maintenance, and the sharing of tools and resources can be part of the lifestyle of the village because they each have a stake in its success. A certain pride of ownership, you might say.

At least with smaller houses you can’t physically accumulate as much stuff—hence my fascination with tiny houses. We attended the Tiny House Fest at the Del Mar Fairgrounds, meandering through upscale van conversions and tiny houses on wheels (or not)—all with the latest technology. And then there were the down to basics, hand-built little huts and old retrofitted buses. Much more up my alley. A few of these folks chatted enthusiastically about their process in creating their small abodes. There definitely was a sense of pride of ownership with them.

            I’m quite interested in this creativity as well as the efforts of how to use less resources, like power and water. We don’t have air conditioning in our house. Instead, we are diligent about making use of passive solar. In the summer, we religiously close all the windows at 6:00 am and have them open all night. A fan can help tremendously. It’s not rocket science, and the practice is more earth-friendly and sustainable than putting up yet another solar panel in order to continue wasteful behavior. Also, turning off every light when not needed and not leaving exterior lights on all night (which can harm many nocturnal species as well as add to light pollution) is also a worthwhile habit. We’ve never had a dishwasher, even with a family of five, and a clothesline makes a lot more sense than a dryer, especially in our sunny Southern California climate. But these practices only scratch the surface of what we need to do. And must do if our future generations have any hope of surviving.

            It seems to me that promoting a community sort of life could be beneficial to everyone involved as well as the town at large. Networking, sharing, open discussions, fostering inclusivity and democracy, all encourage us to grow together and succeed as a whole. Independence to a fault is not something to be aspired to. The time to be forward-thinking is now. Let’s bring our hearts to the table, not our vices, when planning our collective future.

Chi Varnado has published six books including fiction, nonfiction and children’s books. They are available on www.amazon.com. Her collection of essays, Quail Mutterings, can be found on www.chivarnado.com or www.dancecentrepresents.com.

           Calm is a state of mind—nothing more and nothing less, achievable when we choose to activate our intention. But, of course, it’s MUCH easier said than done. We can simplify our lives by passing along the things which are no longer needed or loved, hopefully by recycling or thrifting instead of throwing away. Saying “No” to the intrusions filling our time that don’t provide enjoyment or service to others can also help us move in the desired direction. Or just doing our best to avoid excess—of any kind.
          Many of us save up to go on vacation, hoping to catch some of that peaceful, easy feeling. Recently, I did just that, lucking out enough to tag along with my daughter’s family for not much more than my airfare and our car rental, plus food and gas. Any of us on our own probably would not have been able to afford this trip to Maui. I had no idea things were that expensive there!

            The island itself is quite beautiful and serene, once you get past the high-rise hotels and touristy shopping outlets. The beaches, mountains and waterfalls are such a treat to all the senses. One must slow down on The Road to Hana, even if the route itself wasn’t loaded with such extreme twists and turns. Practically nonstop we were rewarded with views of spectacular waterfalls cascading over rock cliffs right next to the road. Or rainbow eucalyptus trees reaching skyward through the rain forest. And the stunning coastline down below, caught in glimpses through breaks in the lush greenery.

            The four-mile Pipiwai Trail took us through incredibly different ecozones, including under a huge Banyan tree, alongside streams and waterfalls, and winding through a bamboo forest. A couple days later we hiked another four miles on the Waihee Ridge Trail where we climbed up into the clouds. The kids got a kick out of “eating clouds” up on top. And who would have expected little three-year-old Zoe to walk both trails herself, when she must have taken at least twice as many steps as the rest of us, and we were tired! Those were awesome days.

            With warm tropical days accompanying the “Hang Loose” mantra, my body finally unclenched from bearing up to the unseasonably cold weather we’ve been experiencing here. I was only gone a week, but it recharged my batteries enough to hopefully be able to glide more successfully into spring.

            We’ve been fortunate this year to receive the much needed rains to sustain our surroundings and fill the aquafers. And, I must admit, with everything so green and lovely now, it’s much easier to smile and be gracious and keep that Aloha spirit alive within me.

            However, the segment of time between leaving the island and arriving here I felt my calm escaping. The turbulence on the flight back was the worst I’d ever experienced. White knuckles on the armrests continued on and off for the entire trip. The opposite of calm. I concentrated on my breathing and focused on the idea that I’ve lived a good life and if it’s really my time to go then so be it. Both my breathing and this mantra played in a repetitive loop during those hours on the plane.

            These kinds of things are reminders that I still have a lot of work to do on remaining focused on my “calming intention”. More belly breathing and meditation during peaceful as well as stressful situations. So—I’ll set my sights to not give in so easily, and rein in the escaping calm at least more of the time. And I challenge us all to create more success in this endeavor. Aloha!  

Chi Varnado has six published books: The Old House in the Country, women’s fiction; three YA novels in The Dance Centre Presents series; her memoir, A CANYON TRILOGY: Life Before, During and After the Cedar Fire; and a children’s book, The Tale of Broken Tail. These are available on www.amazon.com. Her collection of essays, Quail Mutterings, can be found on www.chivarnado.com or www.dancecentrepresents.com.