We are very excitedly awaiting our new milk cow. She is a Canadienne cow from a Quebec farm....perfect for our cold PEI winters. She unfortunately had her udder stepped on...so now only has 3 teats. Poor thing.
Hare Krsna,
Kokum Lal
Friday, 28 September 2012
Wednesday, 26 September 2012
Minimalist? Maybe not.
I just realized that my post on minimizing my clothes was still in draft. I reread it and even though things have changed for me I thought that I would post it anyways.
Here is what has changed in the past few months. I bagged all those clothes and put them in the shed. I noticed that week after week I was doing a pilgrimage to the shed to find a pair of shoes...a belt...a dress..a top that I needed to complete an outfit.
My mother and my aunt who were visiting asked me, "Are you shopping in your shed?"
Yes I am!!!:)
Ok...so this is me coming clean. I love clothes and shoes! I have an outfit for every farm chore and red lipstick is a must. If I were stranded on a deserted island I would die without my tweezers and red lipstick. When my husband first met me,38 years ago....I was traveling light...with just a small backpack but I still had to change clothes 3 times a day...walking outfit...biking outfit...sitting around outfit.....
Minimizing has helped me accept myself for who I am. It took getting rid of everything to realize that I am passionate about clothing....physical appearance...mine and other peoples. I'm always mentally giving people on the street makeovers. I've noticed that by accepting myself I've become much kinder to other peoples choices as well.
Having lived with so called spiritualists for many years I was called many derogatory names for being fashion conscious. This led to feelings of guilt, low self esteem and denial.If I like to dress well...does that mean I can't be Krsna Conscious?
Now that I have," Put that puppy to rest" I've turned one small guest bedroom into a boudoir!!! A special opulent place just for me and my clothes. I painted the walls Valhala fushia and I am searching for a chandelier...fluffy carpet and a super-comfy ladies lounging chaise. I'm coming to realize that if I don't embrace my little pleasures then I suffer. If I'm not happy then I make others unhappy. Sad but true. So simplicity for me ..means knowing what style suits my body and lifestyle. I can now go into a shop and know exactly what I want.
Hare Krsna,
Kokum Lal
Here is what has changed in the past few months. I bagged all those clothes and put them in the shed. I noticed that week after week I was doing a pilgrimage to the shed to find a pair of shoes...a belt...a dress..a top that I needed to complete an outfit.
My mother and my aunt who were visiting asked me, "Are you shopping in your shed?"
Yes I am!!!:)
Ok...so this is me coming clean. I love clothes and shoes! I have an outfit for every farm chore and red lipstick is a must. If I were stranded on a deserted island I would die without my tweezers and red lipstick. When my husband first met me,38 years ago....I was traveling light...with just a small backpack but I still had to change clothes 3 times a day...walking outfit...biking outfit...sitting around outfit.....
Minimizing has helped me accept myself for who I am. It took getting rid of everything to realize that I am passionate about clothing....physical appearance...mine and other peoples. I'm always mentally giving people on the street makeovers. I've noticed that by accepting myself I've become much kinder to other peoples choices as well.
Having lived with so called spiritualists for many years I was called many derogatory names for being fashion conscious. This led to feelings of guilt, low self esteem and denial.If I like to dress well...does that mean I can't be Krsna Conscious?
Now that I have," Put that puppy to rest" I've turned one small guest bedroom into a boudoir!!! A special opulent place just for me and my clothes. I painted the walls Valhala fushia and I am searching for a chandelier...fluffy carpet and a super-comfy ladies lounging chaise. I'm coming to realize that if I don't embrace my little pleasures then I suffer. If I'm not happy then I make others unhappy. Sad but true. So simplicity for me ..means knowing what style suits my body and lifestyle. I can now go into a shop and know exactly what I want.
Hare Krsna,
Kokum Lal
Am I A Cow.....moo?
In my many years of hanging out with people who believe in reincarnation I find that we spend way to much energy fantasizing about what we or others will be in the next life. We often say things like....Colonel Sanders of KFC looks like a chicken because he killed so many chickens..therefore he's going to come back as a chicken..or that guy looks and acts like a pig...I think that he's going to be a pig ! To ourselves in our own minds we can be very generous...maybe I'm a cow in Vrindavan? Should I start practicing my moos.......moo!....moooo?...MOOOOOO!!! Got it!...Naw...I'm going to be a gopi or gopa? Perhaps a blade of grass because I'm just so humble!
In my not so humble opinion I think that it's all a grand 'ol waste of time because where us" simple livers" need to be is right here ...right now..not in the past and not in the future. Now is all we have but to be "in the now" we need to know who we are. I'm not talking about the big picture...who we are as a spirit soul...just the small picture...like what do we do in our day to day lives...are we artists..musicians...farmers...accountants? Once we figure out what we do...then we can get rid of the things that aren't of any use to us. For instance if you hate working out but feel that you "should" be hitting the gym you might end up buying tons of running shoes and expensive workout gear. All that happens is you end up feeling guilty every time you see those running shoes, guilty for not working out and guilty for spending tons of money on clothes you don't use. If working out isn't part of your lifestyle and you only use those running shoes to walk to the store then what you need instead is walking shoes. Your real self might actually be an accountant who just likes to walk to work and take the stairs instead of the elevator.Nothing wrong with that. You just need to accept who you really are and not some false and often outdated perception of who you think you "should"be. Right? I mean just look at this one lifetime...how many changes have we been though already?
Our bodies have changed from babies to youth and now old age. Not only have our bodies changed but our perceptions about how we see ourselves and how we want the world to view us also changes....for instance...I always wanted to be viewed as an athelete. I started this belief when I was a teenager...so I signed up for the girls hockey team. I was pathetic! Those hay bale tossing farm girls bounced me off the boards like I was a ping pong ball. I spent more time cleaning the ice with my butt than I spent on my skates. Did I give up? Nope! I signed up for the volleyball team...and warmed the bench! I played baseball...but I run like a girl and there was no way that I was going to slide to third and risk deforming my knee! When I signed up for the basketball team...at try outs the coach finally told me...kindly but firmly..." No"! I was devastated! I sulked and cried for days! After I got over my funk I concluded that...alright so I suck at sports...to tall for gymnastics...cheerleaders make me want to smack them aside the head...I can't dance or play an instrument! I'm going into fashion! You can't imagin how much money I spent on clothes. How many waking hours thinking of clothes..making clothes. How many completely insane fashion choices I've made.....eastern fashion...western fashion..it's been an all consuming passion! Yet...everytime I would go to the mall or saree mela and buy this huge haul of stuff I would feel depressed .
One day not so very long ago I decided to face my addiction. I designed a clothing rack ...one big enough so that I could hang most of my seasons wardrobe on it. I wanted to see what I was REALLY wearing.( I also had a huge walk-in closet full of shoes..bags..jewellery ..scarves..belts etc). Every night before I fell asleep I would see those clothes and every morning I would wake up to again see those darned clothes. To make a long story short...I finally wittled those clothes down to what I actually wear for my real life on the farm , my one day selling soap at the market and one occassional festival and that is only 10-15 pieces. I then bagged everything else up and either gave it away or stored it in the shed...until I can be 100% certain that I won't need them .If I don't wear them in another 4 weeks they will be donated to charity. What I discovered under the piles of stuff was a minimalist. My home,clothing and life have now become streamlined and simple.
Now I can walk into a shop and like things but don't feel the need to hoard. We can call it "A Collection" or I am a collector!..but really if it has no purpose except to take up space...it's hoarding...it's a fallible soldier...a prop...something to prop up a false identity. Get rid of it...move it along to someone who might actually need and use it. I'm no longer buying stuff to fill an emptiness.I've made room to be the person I've always wanted to be.....and that is simply empowering. Hare Krsna ~Kokum Lal
'm a cow in Bottom line is ...it's just a game...pure speculation...and kind of mean.
In my not so humble opinion I think that it's all a grand 'ol waste of time because where us" simple livers" need to be is right here ...right now..not in the past and not in the future. Now is all we have but to be "in the now" we need to know who we are. I'm not talking about the big picture...who we are as a spirit soul...just the small picture...like what do we do in our day to day lives...are we artists..musicians...farmers...accountants? Once we figure out what we do...then we can get rid of the things that aren't of any use to us. For instance if you hate working out but feel that you "should" be hitting the gym you might end up buying tons of running shoes and expensive workout gear. All that happens is you end up feeling guilty every time you see those running shoes, guilty for not working out and guilty for spending tons of money on clothes you don't use. If working out isn't part of your lifestyle and you only use those running shoes to walk to the store then what you need instead is walking shoes. Your real self might actually be an accountant who just likes to walk to work and take the stairs instead of the elevator.Nothing wrong with that. You just need to accept who you really are and not some false and often outdated perception of who you think you "should"be. Right? I mean just look at this one lifetime...how many changes have we been though already?
Our bodies have changed from babies to youth and now old age. Not only have our bodies changed but our perceptions about how we see ourselves and how we want the world to view us also changes....for instance...I always wanted to be viewed as an athelete. I started this belief when I was a teenager...so I signed up for the girls hockey team. I was pathetic! Those hay bale tossing farm girls bounced me off the boards like I was a ping pong ball. I spent more time cleaning the ice with my butt than I spent on my skates. Did I give up? Nope! I signed up for the volleyball team...and warmed the bench! I played baseball...but I run like a girl and there was no way that I was going to slide to third and risk deforming my knee! When I signed up for the basketball team...at try outs the coach finally told me...kindly but firmly..." No"! I was devastated! I sulked and cried for days! After I got over my funk I concluded that...alright so I suck at sports...to tall for gymnastics...cheerleaders make me want to smack them aside the head...I can't dance or play an instrument! I'm going into fashion! You can't imagin how much money I spent on clothes. How many waking hours thinking of clothes..making clothes. How many completely insane fashion choices I've made.....eastern fashion...western fashion..it's been an all consuming passion! Yet...everytime I would go to the mall or saree mela and buy this huge haul of stuff I would feel depressed .
One day not so very long ago I decided to face my addiction. I designed a clothing rack ...one big enough so that I could hang most of my seasons wardrobe on it. I wanted to see what I was REALLY wearing.( I also had a huge walk-in closet full of shoes..bags..jewellery ..scarves..belts etc). Every night before I fell asleep I would see those clothes and every morning I would wake up to again see those darned clothes. To make a long story short...I finally wittled those clothes down to what I actually wear for my real life on the farm , my one day selling soap at the market and one occassional festival and that is only 10-15 pieces. I then bagged everything else up and either gave it away or stored it in the shed...until I can be 100% certain that I won't need them .If I don't wear them in another 4 weeks they will be donated to charity. What I discovered under the piles of stuff was a minimalist. My home,clothing and life have now become streamlined and simple.
Now I can walk into a shop and like things but don't feel the need to hoard. We can call it "A Collection" or I am a collector!..but really if it has no purpose except to take up space...it's hoarding...it's a fallible soldier...a prop...something to prop up a false identity. Get rid of it...move it along to someone who might actually need and use it. I'm no longer buying stuff to fill an emptiness.I've made room to be the person I've always wanted to be.....and that is simply empowering. Hare Krsna ~Kokum Lal
'm a cow in Bottom line is ...it's just a game...pure speculation...and kind of mean.
Thursday, 13 September 2012
Selling Soap and Fun People
Hare Krsna,
Kokum Lal
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