I remember the first book report I ever wrote, and it’s not the best childhood memory. It was in third grade, and it was over a book about an award-winning Cocker Spaniel.
As I sat behind my little desk listening to the other children’s reports, I noticed a marked difference in my own report (let me note that I’m kind of bad at following directions). They read from a single page, some of their reports glued onto coloured construction paper and adorned with drawings. Mine had no drawings. It was pages (and pages) of notebook paper, documenting each detail of this dog’s journey toward notoriety.
I won’t soon forget the desperate sighs of my fellow classmates as I turned page after page of my heartfelt report, and my teacher, Mrs. Dilg, eventually told me that it was best I just stop (while I was ahead, presumably). It was recess, and the children wanted to go out and play. 8-year old humiliation.
I haven’t seemed to have changed much since the third grade.
I’m reading a book about energy that fascinates me so much that I’m wringing my hands trying to reiterate it’s amazingness to you. I’ve been underlining passages, taking notes and lying in bed thinking about how I can construct the perfect blog to do its meaning justice. But instead, I took a walk, fed the ducks and shook off the impulse. There are just too many details, and if you’re interested in quantum energy: read it.
Information overload: a way not to catch and store energy
If a detective were for some reason to enter my house and try to decipher the kind of person I am, they would come to the conclusion that I’m at best an eager learner, and at worst a fucking lunatic in desperate search for THE divine secret of the universe. Books overpopulate every room; I have book shelves in my kitchen. I sleep with a pile of books next to me on the bed, with another chaotic pile on the floor to scare off the monsters. I just can’t seem to decide what I want to learn more. Will it be:
- People and permaculture, or plant species of Earth;
- Energy healing, or quantum physics;
- That bestselling mass-market (made it through a book and a half of Shades of Gray until I realized after countless, juicy sex scenes the main character is a total bore), or that self-help book that is going to make me a million bucks.
This bullet list doesn’t count the numerous email newsletters I’m signed up to, documentaries I have listed to watch, and the blogs I follow (bloggers are totally worth it, though).
Managing small spaces are usually more manageable than large ones
I’m getting my diploma in permaculture, which is a self-led learning journey. That’s great and all, but it requires discipline to decide where you’re going to start, and based on this little story above, I think you know it’s a super DUPER challenge for me since I want to learn everything, like, now. But when I told my mentor that I only have a small garden, he replied that often small spaces are more manageable than larger ones. I’ve just decided that I’m going to use that as a mantra…for everything.
Below is my little wild garden that has managed to evolve without me doing much of anything. I’m going to just let it be and stop over-analyzing it. It’s just a garden, and I will learn in good time.