Dreaming of a free world living in Joy
I like to keep things on the lighter side while still recognizing there is much to fix in this world. Create responsibly
You are a walking sun. And to be a walking sun means to embody warmth without demanding attention, to illuminate without controlling, and to radiate steadiness even in dark times.
A sun does not force flowers to bloom; it simply shines, and life responds naturally. In the same way, your role is not to save others, but to live so authentically and openly that others begin to recognize their own inner light.
There will be moments when you forget this. The world can feel heavy, noisy, and disconnected. Yet even your challenges are part of the sacred work, refining your ability to remain open hearted while fully human.
Every time you choose love over fear, presence over numbness, or truth over illusion, you strengthen the light you came here to carry. And as you remember your own radiance, you quietly give others permission to remember theirs.
@SoulLight777 A native healer told me that abused women often return to their abusers. They are so used to the tension and fear that they are unable to leave and adapt to feeling a release of that tension. The body is addicted to stress while the mind craves safety. We aren’t much different
Every hospital in Britain had a stockpot on the stove until approximately the 1960s. Every workhouse before that. Every military mess. Every school kitchen. Every farmhouse. Every household that could afford bones, which was every household, because bones were the cheapest thing the butcher sold.
The stockpot ran continuously. Beef bones, pork bones, chicken carcasses, lamb shanks. The bones went in with water and were simmered for 12, 18, 24 hours. The broth that came out was the foundation of every soup, every stew, every gravy, every sauce.
Bone broth contains collagen, which breaks down into gelatin during cooking. Gelatin provides glycine and proline, essential for joint health, gut lining integrity, and connective tissue repair. It contains calcium, magnesium, phosphorus, and potassium leached from the bones. It contains glucosamine and chondroitin, now sold as joint supplements at £15 per bottle. It contains bone marrow, rich in fat-soluble vitamins A, D, and K2.
Your grandmother did not know the names of these compounds. She knew the broth kept the family well. She knew a bowl of broth settled the stomach when someone was ill. She knew the broth made the gravy and the gravy made the dinner and the dinner kept the children growing.
The broth was replaced by the stock cube.
The stock cube contains salt, maltodextrin, palm oil, yeast extract, flavouring, sugar, and colouring. It does not contain collagen, glycine, glucosamine, or any of the compounds the 24-hour broth provided. The stock cube is flavoured salt water.
The generation that grew up on the broth has joints. The generation that grew up on the stock cube has a glucosamine subscription and an orthopaedic appointment.
The supplement industry now sells, individually and at substantial markup, every compound the bone broth contained for free. Collagen powder: £25. Glucosamine tablets: £15. Bone broth itself, repackaged as a wellness product: £8 per serving from a company in Shoreditch with a minimalist label.
They have not discovered anything new. They have rediscovered what their grandmothers threw away.
The stockpot is still available. The bones are still at the butcher's. Water. Bones. Heat. Time.
The broth has been the broth for approximately 10,000 years.
The stock cube has been the stock cube for approximately 70.
The broth's track record is better.
Usted vive en un planeta donde los árboles se avisan del peligro
a través de raíces que se tocan bajo la tierra.
Donde los pulpos sueñan en colores.
Donde los elefantes vuelven a los huesos de sus muertos y se quedan allí en silencio, como recordando.
Donde las abejas bailan para decirse adónde volar.
Donde las flores florecen después del fuego, como si el renacer fuera su manera de hablar.
Donde los cuervos recuerdan los rostros crueles y enseñan a sus hijos a reconocerlos.
Donde las hormigas hacen ciudades con túneles y puentes invisibles al ojo apurado.
Donde los gatos ronronean con una frecuencia que puede ayudar a sanar huesos.
Donde las ballenas cantan canciones que cruzan los océanos y cambian un poco en cada encuentro.
Donde las ardillas adoptan crías huérfanas y las cuidan como propias.
Donde los delfines se llaman entre sí por su nombre, y los caballos reconocen el sonido de una voz amiga.
Donde las mariposas recuerdan rutas de migración que sus antepasados siguieron muchos veranos atrás.
Donde los hongos crean redes infinitas bajo la tierra, ayudando a los bosques a respirar unidos.
Donde los lobos cuidan a sus mayores y cantan juntos a la luna.
Donde las luciérnagas vuelven a encender la noche para que los grillos tengan algo que cantar.
Donde los peces se agrupan para protegerse, moviéndose como si fueran un solo cuerpo.
Donde las tortugas regresan año tras año al mismo lugar donde nacieron.
Donde los árboles viejos guardan en sus anillos la historia del clima, del tiempo y del hombre.
Donde la vida, incluso en silencio, se acuerda del beso de la luz.
Usted vive ahí.
En un mundo que siente,
que cuida,
que recuerda.
Feliz día :)
@QQSource I am incredulous at some of the things I have read. Likely true … but hard to believe and difficult to accept given we have no experience or knowledge of such technological capabilities other than movies that most think of as fiction
@QuantumTumbler Linden tree honey is amazing! I’ve heard fireweed makes the absolute best honey although have not tried it. Chamomile honey also really nice. Our bees seem to prefer pollen from the Scotch Broom in the area. When they bloom, 🐝 are completely covered in bright yellow pollen
@VincentCrypt46 Dreamland. I have been living the dream thinking it was more than an illusion but finding now that my dreams seem more real than my daily life. Dreaming is strange indeed!
Love this! I grew up with my grandparents living next door and my gramma looked after me while my parents were at work. Inter-generational support is something lost in our society. We are poorer for it in more ways than just financial
A New Way to Live Together
What if the future of family living isn't about moving farther apart... but building closer together?
Imagine a piece of land where everyone has their own home, their own space, and their own privacy -yet parents, siblings, kids, and loved ones are only a short walk away. No long drives for Sunday dinners. No worrying about aging parents living alone. No strangers raising your children while family lives miles away.
This kind of family compound keeps not only memories close, but also wealth, land, and opportunities within the family. Shared gardens, shared meals, shared support... and a lifestyle built on connection instead of distance.
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The idea of Ruins:
Castles, monasteries, temples, forums, etc
The idea that these sites are not brought back to their original splendor is an admission that we are custodians of a fallen civilization.
That we would rather pay the fee to observe the slow decay until the physical fade entirely from the slow march of time.
There is a reason our most successful dramas center around the medieval or incorporate the ancient styling into the setting of the story.
These sites make the mind and spirit soar.
Yet, our own archeological work is more about it being in a goldfish bowl than restoring what once was.
These buildings ought to be our schools, our admin, and in some cases our places of worship, or the place where we vacation to a different time all together.
Think of the revenue alone from events in a fully restored amphitheater or even the colosseum itself. The amount of admissions to a private school in a castle?
Or the revival of craft goods and brews from a monastery?
When I see ruins, I see the waste of the society around it.
Not the fact those old stones weren’t a place of mystery and wonder and could be again, if the people cared.
@kathrynwise6869 Recommend DMSO on temple area. Research it’s effectiveness for stroke. It gave my husband significant reduction of symptoms + eliminated completely over a couple days with repeated applications. Time is of the essence. Make an informed decision. Prayers for Dave that he be well