Living Organic

Every week I love Wednesday’s a little more. The day starts off with a drive out to Pungo to pick up our CSA box for the week. This weeks pickup:  Beets, Carrots, Kale, Squash, Swiss Chard, Turnips, and Parsley.

When I grow up, I want to be a farmer.

The smell of the earth is unbelievable. I hope I never get sick of it. I hope I never grow so accustom to it that I can’t smell it anymore. While our veggies are still resting in the cooler, I must stick my head inside of it a dozen times to just smell. Earth, fresh veggies covered in dirt and bugs, is my new favorite smell.

When we pull up the dirt driveway, I want to kick off my shoes. I want to run up and down each row of vegetables barefoot. I want to play hide and seek in the sunflower patch. I want to race to the tree line. I’ll race you to the tree line! Go! I would be more than happy to pick all the fresh beans of the bush and eat them all before I get back to my car.

Photo from New Earth Farm

The combination of earth, soil, veggies, and wide open space is a tiny sanctuary in the busy world. Time stands still. Life feels organic. It feels real. The stresses and the burdens that exist on the farm (that I’m completely oblivious to as I stare off into the distance each Wednesday) all feel very real and manageable as opposed to the self-imposed daily life stress of my normal life.

In our CSA newsletter this week, Farmer John’s wife, Kathleen, talks about “What Organic Is”.

“When you grow using organic methods, there isn’t just one thing you can do to deal with challenges.” So many times in our culture, if something is broken, we throw it out and get a new one, or we complain, or we hope we can find a quick fix for our bum shoulder, or our indigestion. But when you grow organically, there is so much to learn. It’s practically endless. So when someone asks you to define “organic”, we need to think of the word as it characterizes a system of planting, managing, and growing.

As I read the newsletter today, my brain kept wandering to the thought: Isn’t this true for everyone? Shouldn’t we all be striving to live an organic life? Day in and day out we are all faced with challenges. Things break. Life can appear to crumble. There is no quick fix for any of these problems.

Organic means a system unique to each farm or garden.

If we all strive to live our own organic life, how good could we feel? Would we all smell as good as the earth (figuratively speaking of course)?

So how do we do live an organic life?

Step #1 – Eat Clean. Read the labels. If you don’t know what it is, don’t eat it.

Step #2 – Incorporate any form of exercise that makes you feel alive

Step #3 – Think. Use your brain. Read books. Practice Yoga. Have real conversations with your friends.

Step #4 – Listen to your body. Once our bodies are rid of all the “fake” ingredients, it has an amazing way of telling you exactly what it needs.

Photo from New Earth Farm

I would argue that this is unique to each individual, but the staples that are needed for an organic life are consistent with the staples needed to grow an organic farm. Every organic farm must meet the same criteria to truly be organic, but it is up to the farmer to discover the balance between each and every one of these elements. It is up to the farmer to create the magic combination to sustain a successful farm. We have all heard it over and over again, in health classes in High School, on the nightly news, in our doctors offices, to live a healthy life, we must find a balance between a healthy diet, physical exercise, and mental wellbeing. It is up to us to find our magical combination.

I would also argue that we need to go one step further. I think we need to quit clouding our bodies both physically and mentally with all the pesticides in our world. We need to let the good bugs fight off the bad bugs. We need to quit taking a pill to cure an achy knee. Instead we need to figure out a balance in our life that will naturally make our knee ache less. Suffering from a migraine? Yes, a pill can provide a quick fix, but how great would it be to eliminate the headache from your life all together. Could there be a real medical reason for the migraines? Absolutely. But you will never know if you keep taking a pill that masks all the symptoms.

As a society, I believe we are all quick to rely on medication to “cure” our problems. If something man-made can temporarily fix all of our problems, maybe, just maybe, it is everything man-made that is causing our problems. Our foods our filled with fake ingredients, artificial colors, and word after word of things we can’t pronounce. This is not eating. We might feel full, but our bodies are screaming for better.

Photo from New Earth Farm

In order to truly discover how good our bodies and our lives can be, we need to stop contaminating our bodies. We need to start by allowing our bodies to communicate with us. We will never truly know what our bodies need if we are fueling it with artificial fuels.

This is an ongoing process. Just like the changing seasons bring different challenges to a farm, different life phases will always require a different balance between eating well, staying fit, engaging our brain, and listening to our body. The more we take care of our body, the more it will take care of us. We need to create a system of planting, managing, and growing for our own lives. Once we know how to sustain our own lives, the rest of our world – love, family, community – will all fall into place.

Venturing Out

You know those things, those things you say you want to do but you never get around to doing them, those things that are just outside of your comfort zone but appeal to you at your core, those things you know you just have to do…

…I did one of those things this weekend.

And now I’m addicted. I’m reworking our monthly yearly budget so I can find an extra thousand  dollars (make that two – the husband needs one too!) so I can buy a paddleboard of my own.

Saturday morning the local chapter of Mom’s Run this Town set out on our monthly non-running excursion – Paddleboarding. We teamed up with Surf and Adventure Company and headed to False Cape State Park to paddle in the Atlantic Ocean on a beach where our only company was dolphins and pelicans (and a few crabs and horse flies).

Welcome Committee

I have to be honest though, I was very hesitant to go Friday night and Saturday morning. Even though I think I was the first person to RSVP with a big huge YES!, I was slightly nervous. I was (slightly) secretly hoping for rain. It was in the ocean. This meant I’d not only have to conquer the board and the paddling, but I’d have to conquer the waves. It was a big group of people, so I couldn’t bail if I got overwhelmed. I had to wear a bathing suit, and I’m still not 100% comfortable with my post-baby body although I’m getting there.

Saturday morning arrived without a cloud in the sky. I was on my way. I picked up Heidi along the way, and we were committed to going and having fun. Once we arrived in Sandbridge, we joined up with our group and headed to False Cape State Park.

If you haven’t been to this park, you must go.

How have I never been to this park? How is this beautiful piece of Earth in my own backyard? As we drove down the dirt road, I longed for my running shoes. These trails are meant for feet. (Plans to go back and run are already in the works!)

After a quick hike to the beach, we were on our boards and ready to paddle. We were greeted by dolphins who decided to hang out with us all day. Fortunately there wasn’t a lot of time for me to over think the situation. I was in the surf before I could even acknowledge my own apprehensions.

The quiet is addictive

And you know what…I surprised myself. Once I found my sea legs, I fell in love with the board and my paddle. I felt confident on my board. This little piece of the ocean belonged to me. It was so quiet. So peaceful. I felt in sync with the world around me. I was able to explore a piece of the ocean that isn’t meant for man to explore on his own two legs, and yet, I was on my own two legs. Our planet is such a beautiful place.

I’m so glad I said yes. I’m so glad it didn’t rain. I’m so glad I didn’t chicken out. Venturing out, out of my comfort zone, out of my daily routines, away from mom duties and training plans, is needed. Planting myself in the middle of nature makes me feel alive. It’s even better sharing the experience with great friends.

Loving it

Read Heidi’s post about our adventure HERE! Are you surprised we are friends?

Hot! Hot! Hot!

101 in the shade

Wednesday was the Summer Solstice, the first day of summer, and the kick off to a summer heat wave here at the beach (and lots of other places too!). It. is. HOT. I have ditched my lunch break runs. On Wednesday and Thursday night, I ran after Chet went to bed. Lucky for me, Wednesday was also the longest day of the year so I was able to do this without running the dark (mostly).

Wednesday I ran 3 miles (with the dog). Thursday I ran 2 miles (with the dog).  It has not been easy. Every day I dreaded the evening run. Have I mentioned I don’t like summer? I struggle to find the motivation to change into my running clothes. I look for every excuse to not venture out. And then I remind myself of reality – it is summer. There will be rare days of cool temperatures, but this is the weather I will be training in until the fall. This is the weather I will be racing in for my half marathon labor day weekend. I might as well get used to it.

During the first mile of both runs (and nearly every single summer run), I wonder why I signed up to race the Rock n Roll half marathon yet again this year. Every year I say I’m not doing it again. Every spring I sign up. I know this race keeps me moving during the summer months, so it is probably the best choice for me. But sitting in the back yard with a beer after Chet goes to bed sounds wonderful too (I did do this after my run though!). 

As I sluggishly made my way through mile 1 yesterday, I thought I can’t believe I did this last summer. while pregnant. Why in the world did I do that?

Why? I love running, and I had just missed out on 12 weeks of running and a full marathon. I was willing to run in any condition just to feel the earth under my feet.

Summer Solstice Run

Ahhh. So maybe summer running isn’t that bad. It’s not my favorite, but I’m running. I’m running, and the only thing limiting me this year is myself. Yes. It was 80+ degrees both nights after 8pm and the percentage of humidity was off  the charts. BUT I AM RUNNING. And it is what I love to do almost more than anything.

It is these hot, humid, sweaty, sticky runs that make me love runs when temperatures top out at 60 degrees. It is these runs that make me feel like I’m flying when there is no humidity in the air. It is these runs that will help me PR in the fall.

So maybe, just maybe…..Today, I am grateful for hot summer runs. I’m even more grateful for the ability to run this summer. And I’m even more thankful that the only thing holding me back this summer is me because that is something I can conquer.

 

Hot night. Beautiful Run.

 

I ran over my dog. Twice.

What a View

Today is Cole’s first day off summer vacation. It’s his first Monday of no school. And it is his last day with us before he goes to his dad’s house for nearly four weeks. (No! It never gets easy!). I called it quits early today hoping to spend some time with him. Cole had other plans though. He spent the afternoon playing with his friend Conner – sneaking in one more fun day of play before he leaves.

While Cole was busy playing, I decided to take advantage of my time at home and the wonderful weather. I headed out for another stroller run. After my wonderful run yesterday (10k exactly 1 minute faster than last week – and it felt easy – and I was able to keep a conversation going the whole time – and I ran negative splits), I was really looking forward to running today. As I buckled Chet into his stroller, the dog stood by the front door. He looked so sad. Please take me with you. After telling myself I couldn’t handle both the crazy dog and the jogging stroller, I walked into the house and decided to give it a try. Why not? If I couldn’t handle both, I didn’t need to feel guilty about leaving him at home in the future. (I was secretly hoping this was the case).

Good Puppy

It was anything but hard. It was easy – relatively speaking. Alex fell into the perfect stride next to the stroller. Chet softly coo-ed (and cried) himself to sleep for the first mile. By mile two, my legs started to warm up. I was comfortable with pushing the stroller and holding the leash. I was comfortable not using my arms during my run. At some point, Alex did get distract by other people out enjoying the day. I ran him over. Not once. But twice. Technically speaking, he actually ran under us. Luckily he didn’t seem to mind. I think he was just happy to be with us.

3.11 miles later, we arrived home. I felt like super woman.

I ran a 5k in 32:22 (10:25 pace) with the dog and the jogging stroller.

Mile 1 – 10:48

Mile 2 – 10:24

Mile 3 – 10:06

Final .1 – 10:01

A shower and a snuggle session with Chet later, Cole was ready (or not so ready) to hang out with his mama for the rest of the day.

Sweet Sweet Baby

We headed to the zoo with grandma and Christian. The animals were out every where today. They too loved the amazing weather.

Hey Monkey
Roar
my favorite

I can’t believe this sweet little face is leaving tomorrow….for a month. It’s always a bit overwhelming to me. I never know how I’m going to get through it, but just like running with the dog and the jogging stroller – it just works out.  I might run over a few dogs or people or obstacles in the process of adjusting, but I’ll get there. I guess I will be doing a lot of running with the stroller and the dog.

I’m already counting down until July 14th.

Life Lessons from 2nd Grade

We have a new night-time tradition in our household. Gratitude. Every night before we tuck Cole into bed, we sit around Cole’s bed as a family. We all share what we are thankful for in our day. There are no rules. We can be thankful for our wildest dreams, the night sky, the love of our family or we can be thankful for ice cream, Pokemon, and no homework. We only suggest that they be positive.

Sunday night Cole was quick to remind me that we needed to give thanks. As Christian listed off his items of gratitude, Cole kept asking if he could list what he wasn’t thankful for that evening. I hesitated. I didn’t want to put parameters around our conversation, but I also didn’t want to hear a lot of complaints. This is a positive time. No matter how bad the day is, there is always something to be grateful for. I could tell by the expression on Cole’s face that he really wanted to share his items of ungratitude so I gave in to his requests. Sure Cole, you can tell us.

“I am not grateful for people who think it is okay to pollute our Earth. It is not fair that I have to breathe in their pollution. We should all ride bikes instead of cars. We really need to keep our air clean”

Oh sweet Cole. When I say he is a tiny Buddha, I am not exaggerating. Respecting our planet is certainly a quality I hope to pass on to my children. We talk about it as a part of normal conversation, but I have never sat Cole down and lectured him on ways to save the Earth. His statement surprised me, and it made me want to wrap him up in my arms and hold all of his innocence and optimism inside of him.

I do believe my son can save the Earth.

Monday night Cole had finished his homework. We had shared dinner as a family. Chet was tucked into bed. It was Cole’s turn to start his bed time routine.

“I have an idea mom. Let’s not turn the lights on. We can not waste energy, and we can use candles. Everything looks better in candlelight too.”

Monday night we had our gratitude moment by candlelight.

I asked Cole where his ideas are coming from. Did they discuss these things in school? Had he overheard them in our house? He said they were just things he thought we should do to help our planet. Every day I’m surprised by the workings of his brain, and I love when I get to experience this with him.

First Day of 2nd Grade

This year I have watched Cole develop a friendship with his best friend. While Cole has always been social at school, he has never really bonded on a “best friend” level with other kids. He loves to be silly, goofy, and play made up games in the backyard. Conner is his perfect match. They are both good kids who like to do the right thing and laugh their way through every game they make up.

I love watching Cole play on this level. I love seeing him experience the joys of childhood friendships. I love seeing him form bonds that will last a life time. I met my best friend when I was 8, and she is such an important part of my life. I want Cole to experience this type of bond in his life. Will he and Conner grow up to be each other’s Best Man in their weddings? College Roommates? Who knows. But it is a friendship like this that will get him through his first broken heart, his first school disappointments, the moments when he hates his parents and the moments when he wants to runaway from home. I’m so glad he has such a wonderful friend to share his life.

Conner and Cole

Cole has shown me the importance of being a part of a team and a community this year. He reached outside his comfort zone when he asked to sign up for baseball. He put himself out there, he risked failing so he could feel the sense of accomplishment that comes along with playing a team sport. He thrived on the baseball field. He showed up to practice with a smile on his face. He hustled and tried his best during every game. He learned to accept defeat, and he is learning that one strike out doesn’t define the entire game. I am so proud of the child I saw on the baseball field every weekend this spring.

Last game of the season

As the last day of school approached, I asked Cole to draw or write something for his teacher as a thank you for being such a wonderful teacher this year. He slipped away into the living room, and he asked that I not look until he was finished. Will I was busy juggling his brother in one arm and making lunch with the other, Cole drew a dolphin for his teacher – her favorite animal. He wrote down the reasons he loved 2nd grade. He drew tiny crabs carrying her gift card. When he was done he asked me to come look at it. Would Ms. Darden like it? He wanted to make her happy. I have no doubt that his teacher loved it. He made it personal to her. He took the time to say thank you. (I secretly wanted to keep it!)

Thanks to Ms. Darden, Cole fell back in love with school this year. First grade was a rough road. Ms. Darden took the time to know Cole. She recognized his strengths, and she gave him the courage to tackle the things that weren’t his best. She played a huge part of Cole maturing this year.

What teacher wouldn’t love to her that?

As a mom, there is nothing better than watching your son fall in love. This year Cole became a big brother to Chet. As I sit here, tears rolling down my face, I never thought I’d see a love so true or so genuine. Cole has matured into such an amazing young man. Every day he gets home from school and he heads straight for his brother. He says hello. He plays peek a boo. He kisses his head. Chet loves Cole more than anyone in our house. He follows him (with his eyes, but I’m sure soon his feet) wherever he goes. Hungry, tired, or fussy, Cole can always make Chet smile.

Watching Cole grow as a big brother is such a gift. I’m so thankful that I get to see it on a daily basis.

Love!

Cole Reed – You have shown me how to live my life this year. You have embraced everything that matters. You place value on all the import things in life. Your heart is amazing. I hope I can love our planet as much as you do. I hope I’m as good a friend as you. I hope I can abandon my fears and seek out moments of success. I hope I can remember to take the time to say thank you. I hope I will always love the way your 8-year-old heart loves.

Last day of 2nd Grade

Welcome to the 3rd grade!