“Oh, the weather outside is frightful…”

Blowing snow…

We have snow and ice on the ground. The roads were worked on for a couple of days in our neighborhood, making it possible for me to drive them in my car. Prior to that, the dips and potholes made it impossible in my low-riding grandma car. But my husband’s 4WD truck could make it, although it was interesting! And this morning we woke to the winds. And the clouds. And the forecast for 3″ of snow this weekend, most of it landing on Saturday. Oh fun!

There comes a time, living in the far north, where you long for spring. The dripping of the melting snow is a welcome sound. Actually seeing sunshine is a treat and we all get excited to wear just a sweater and sunglasses. And you can see the buds on the trees, just waiting to pop into green leaves. And then nature says, “Not so fast! We have more in store for you!” A friend in Oregon gets excited when it rains for days because her well is filling up and she knows she will be able to water her garden! Up here, snow pack is good because the melt goes straight into the ground and the soil is that much richer for it. In Alaska, our dirt is amazing. We have not over-farmed and leeched the soil of its richness. In this climate, we also have glacier run-off, filled with mineral rich waters that further enhance our soil. I was surprised the first time I saw a glacial river – it looked like greenish milk!!

Kenai River, Alaska

Even though we are in for another bout of ugly weather, we are planning ahead. I am organizing what I hope is a good garden plan. Most of it is in my head, but I will be translating that to paper. This situation with Russia/Ukraine is causing ripple effects downstream, so to speak. The exporting of 40% of the world’s supply of wheat and corn has been blocked by this situation. Two of the largest fertilizer plants in the world were burned to the ground. (Coincidence? I leave that up to you). Fertilizer is crucial to food production. Worldwide food production. These political skirmishes have wide ripple effects. Food prices, and gas/oil prices, as well. With this trucker convoy taking its place worldwide as well, getting what we do have to where it needs to go, becomes problematic. I am not against what they stand for, not in the least. However, living at the literal last stop on the supply train makes me far more sensitive to the issue than someone who lives where goods are in abundance and the local grocery shelves are always full. Up here, if the barges don’t make it, we will literally not have a single pat of butter – anywhere. It is no joke. Planning your garden gives you insurance and peace of mind. We will be able to eat right from the garden and preserve our extras. We will be able to share with our neighbors and help our community. Gardening with others in mind is a healthy thing to do.

What we harvest out of our garden.

When we organize our garden this year, we are going to focus on the things we love to eat, that are easy to grow, and grow well in our climate. We have a short, but intense, growing period. There are months when the sun barely sets in 24 hours, so the plants have lots of time to soak it all up, growing far larger than their southern counterparts. This year, there will be far less cabbage, more leeks and onions, as well as more herbs. An herb garden can grow year-round in your house. We have shelves by our southern window in the dining room, and plan to institute a year-round garden this year, especially since there are grow lights hanging over them all!

This world is in chaos. So much is on the cusp of change. And some of that change may be hard to deal with. Russia is returning to the gold standard. Perhaps the US is planning that, too. What will that mean? The plandemic is proving to have far-reaching implications for those who supported it. This week, with Pfizer publishing their documentation, showing 8 pages of side effects they KNEW prior to using their jabs, should cause indictments. The documentation shows mRNA and DNA effects – forever altered in those who took their shots. The fallout of this plandemic is going to be felt for decades. Infertility – will my grandchildren be sterile? Will their lifespans be affected? My heart aches at the thought. However, I can simplify all this information by focusing on what I can do. I can share knowledge with others. Skills I may have that others many not know about. I can plant food. I can help to encourage others to do the same. Victory gardens! Entire neighborhoods getting rid of lawns and planting food! Just imagine the bounty. We could feed each other, without bothering to go to the store, but for the bare necessities you cannot grow or make yourself.

Homemade Soap

There is very little you need from the store. You can make your own soap – and once you experience handmade soap, you will not want to go back to store-bought. You can make your own butter. Ice cream. Bread. Potato chips. On and on the list goes. We can live without much of what has become easier to purchase. Yes, it is a lot more work. Think “Little House on the Prairie” life! It is beyond satisfying, though. I was so excited when I was able to make a meal with everything I used being sourced locally. I buy grains (to grind myself) locally. I buy my meat from local farmers. We have saved boxes of potatoes out of the garden. I have cabbage, leeks, onions, rhubarb, and much more, all vacuum-sealed and frozen. I have pints upon pints of tomatoes processed into a plain sauce, as well as quarts and pints of salmon. We have two freezers we try to keep full. We have cases of water. We have gas cans full. We bought freeze-dried foods in bulk. I bake bread (when I am in the mood, because I found an outlet for fresh bread – not gonna lie) and I have the grains to make the bread stored in 5 gallon drums in my pantry and the garage. Sacks of rice. Lots of dried beans. The list goes on and on. I do not want to be caught unprepared. I go to our local store, Three Bears, which buys in bulk for the people in the bush areas of Alaska from Costco, to purchase things like toilet paper in bulk. Lots of what I have stored is locally sourced. I hate supporting big box stores and Amazon, if I can help it. A friend recently said they were buying up coffee…because who can survive a crisis without caffeine?! Great idea!! My next bulk purchase, for sure! LOL!

Well-stocked pantry

So even though we are experiencing a longer winter than I would like, we are looking towards Spring – the sights, sounds, and pleasures of gardening – as well as just being outside without coats! Ha-Ha! There is something priceless about walking barefooted through your garden, wiggling your toes in the soft earth. Even 5 years ago, I would never walk barefoot in the dirt. I just wasn’t raised like that. This past summer, I spent hours upon hours in my garden, bareheaded and bare-footed. It was glorious. And it went deeply into my soul. I was never a gardener before last summer – not a serious, food growing, gardener. Oh I planted my dahlias and beautiful ferns (I love ferns), and other flowers – and they were gorgeous. But there is nothing like walking among your carrots and leeks and tomatoes, and smelling the aroma of growing foods. And the flip side? Eating all that glorious goodness throughout the next year.

So even if the storm clouds are literal or figurative, there’s a way through them. Definitely pray. Put your trust in God. But plan ahead, too. Storms do not last. Life settles into its routine. But just think of a bountiful table, feeding your family and more. Don’t let the current of politics and posturing delineate your life’s details. Be proactive. Pray – plan – plant.

Raised Bed Gardening
Pray – plan – plant!

Let go of the tether…

Tetherball

A tether is “a rope, chain, strap, or cord for keeping an animal within a certain radius.” It can also be used for objects (hence we have tetherball) and to keep infants safe with a car seat in a car. Basically, it’s a restraint system. Why am I defining this? I have been doing some soul-searching lately. What am I tethered to? One of the things that keeps running through all the philosophies rampant on the internet is that we need to focus on God and God alone. God wins, in the end.

London’s Chrystal Palace

We are just regular people. Like George Carlin would say, “There’s a big club and you ain’t in it”! And we should question everything. Absolutely everything. If you look into the late 1800s construction style, you have to scratch your head. No electric or power tools. The roads are still dirt and most people got around in horse-drawn vehicles, not cars! The Pearl Street Power Station was opened by Thomas Edison in 1882. 1882! The Chrystal Palace above was built in 1854. How? There are literally decades of our history that we are unaware of. Where is our collective cultural memory? As an anthropology major in college in the “progressive” 1970s, I was never told any of this history. The architecture alone is astonishing. Where did it all go? Why was it erased from our history?? Who decided we needed to erase that? Makes you think, doesn’t it? Look up Tartaria and the 1800s construction style. Look up the Great Mud Flood. Why is this not common knowledge? Very interesting digging.

We are all so worried about Omicron or the next variant. Our supply train. The weather. The economy and crypto-currency. The world is going insane on a multitude of fronts. We all know someone who has been vaccinated. We all know people who have had Covid, in one of its many forms. Many of us know friends who have died from Covid treatments. We have had our faith leaders close the door of our churches because they bow to political pressure. Where is their faith in God? The money doesn’t flow if you do not follow the narrative. Slowly the media is now even reporting on some aspects of the Maxwell trial. The biggest trial of the century so far. And CNN actually talked about some of the fallout with the vaccines and pericarditis and the many deaths and injuries from these untested vaccines – I know I was shocked they dared to utter a word. Maybe because they have to make up for the Cumo debacle! (These shots really are not vaccines, are they? When I got my polio vaccine I was no longer susceptible to the disease – but these covid shots? They keep coming…the first couple don’t work so let’s keep shooting people with more chemicals…)

The Vaxx

The elites of this world are frightened by truth. They keep layering the world with more and more deception. So many of us blindly follow the “tell-a-vision” and believe our government is here to save us. No one is here to save us – we have to save ourselves. In recent news, studies have now shown the graphene component in these vaccines acts like razors in our blood streams. It destroys our ability to fight infections. There’s a new term in our lexicon of language as well; “VAIDS.” “Vaccine acquired immunodeficiency disease.” Yeah – its a new form of aids – from the vaccine. Look into Fraudci and his involvement with aids. People died from the cure, not the disease. He needs to held accountable! Our world leaders are trying to decimate the population. I know…quackery, right? Look at the Georgia Guidestones, for one simple example…

Georgia Guidestones

One of the precepts engraved on the stones is keeping the world population at 500,000,000 and another is one world government. Look into it. Don’t trust a random blogger you come across. One thing I have learned in all of this, trust no one – no one’s opinion or their “facts.” Dig deep and find your own answers. And that is what brings me to this post today…looking for my own information. As I dug deeper, and was reading information and bookmarking sites I want to return to, I kept hearing in my head – “What are you tethered to? What keeps you attached to this world, to this life?”

“It’s going to be biblical..”

The line (and image) above is from the movie, “Law Abiding Citizen.” A man gets even for all the wrongs done to him and he swears, “I’m gonna pull the whole thing down. I’m gonna bring the whole f***in’ diseased, corrupt temple down on your head. It’s gonna be biblical.” For many of us who follow patriots and the causes of freedom, this quote has been used to define this moment in time, and how patriots need to respond. And many patriots refer this quote to taking down the cabal, the elites who control the world. Taking down the global banking system. Global economy reset. Among many other issues.

I am listening. I am researching for myself. I am learning. I am fearful and prayerful. I am not really settled and this little voice keeps asking me about being tethered. The Lord tells us quite plainly, “Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword. For I have come to turn “ ‘a man against his father, a daughter against her mother, a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law— a man’s enemies will be the members of his own household.’ “Anyone who loves their father or mother more than me is not worthy of me; anyone who loves their son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me. Whoever does not take up their cross and follow me is not worthy of me. Whoever finds their life will lose it, and whoever loses their life for my sake will find it.” (Matthew 10:34-39)

Letting Go…

All of the things I have discussed, and so many more, are things that bind me. My family is the one thing I have held onto more than anything. A friend’s mother once related to me that if we are doing this parenting thing right, our kids take off and explore new things, in new places, with new people. And they are fully confident to do that, even if it means leaving parents far, far behind. If Christopher Columbus had never left home, we would all still be in Europe. (Just an old saying – not arguing accuracy in this post). LOL. And I have come to realize recently that my kids are all grown up. I mean I know they are from their ages, but their “separateness” became more glaringly real to me. Oh yes, I pointed them in the direction I thought they should go. And they took my advice, and then made their own decisions. Most of those decisions are taking them away from me. We diverge over many, many subjects. It has caused hurt feelings and we often tap-dance around quite a few topics. At the heart of it, I will always love my kids. It doesn’t matter where they are or what they are doing. I gave them life and I will always love them. But I cannot fix or change them now. They are married with families of their own (almost all of them – one more to go!). They have careers and homes and responsibilities and they are choosing their own way in this life. The hurtful part is that generally speaking, we are no longer on similar paths, nor share the same orbits. And my husband and myself are pretty much all that we have. We knew that on some instinctual level, but facing the reality of it as we sit in matching recliners in the evenings, alone and watching mindless TV and chatting, the hard reality is that it is just the two of us.

Divergent Paths by Julie Lonneman

If I am honest about it, that little voice I keep hearing is telling me to just let it go. Let my kids, and some dear friends, go on their merry way, with my love and blessings. Do I agree with their choices, their decisions? No I do not. Can I change anything by talking to them, or presenting them facts and figures, and studies that prove my points? I cannot. Will I lose them by trying? Well, I almost have in the recent past, so I would have to say that to pursue it at this point would cut them off from us, and I am not sure I can bear that. I know I have to let them be men (I have all sons) and forge their own trails, but darn it all, I miss them in my life. I never imagined my old age would be so very solitary, in the sense that we don’t see our kids and grandkids around our table anymore, nor celebrating holidays as a full family. (We have even replaced our big table with a small, glass one!) There is geography (we now live 1000s of miles apart) and the cost of travel (and restrictions – thanks Byden) and transporting kids; I really get it. But all the same, here in my pity party, it’s not turning out to be what I had imagined during all the years I spent raising the boys, and all the years invested in some friendships.

Ad-libbing with dogs…and paring down a tad…

The above is our Christmas decor – pretty much all of it. We decorated for ourselves because we know our extended family won’t be around our tree, and we rarely entertain friends these days. In addition, we had to adapt to a very smart and stubborn 8-month-old standard poodle puppy who would love to chew on almost all of that stuff up there. Ha-Ha. It’s small and simple and I think I like it this way. We are getting rid of a lot of holiday stuff and are even thinking of paring down in other ways, as well. It is helping me to let go. Stuff is stuff and we have come to realize very little of the stuff we love is important to our kids. I want to give it away or sell it while I know where it is going and not leave it for them to settle when I am gone.

Letting go of everything – all this concern in the world – as well as family and friends – for the sake of eternal salvation is a jarring reality. As I get older, and after my Covid experience, I know more than ever that my days are numbered. I will face my God alone. I hope and pray our Blessed Mother, and some angels and saints will stand with me, but ultimately my faith is between me and God. Just the two of us. And when I think in those terms, it is easier to deal with letting go, with disappointment and feeling let down, with fear for the future of this world. So many prognostications are being bandied about that we are in the end times. Perhaps we are. Bishop Vigano recently stated that those who fight this new world order, the cabal and the elites, “will have the help and protection of God.” I can go with that. So, be prepared to sacrifice everything for your faith – the faith in God and in your country and the things you believe in. All of it. Home, relationships, friends, family. Because the powers that be want you to submit, even to the point of giving your life for what you believe. So for me, I want to be able to walk away, even to death, with my head held high, letting go of all that tethers me to this world.

Holding on to that tether to this world…