2013-09-12

don't.die.out.there

I know, I know. I never blog. I don't know if anyone is ever going to see this, but I'm putting up a quick entry because September is National Preparedness Month!!! (I know that those exclamation points are excessive, but I'm excited.) There are so many things that can go wrong in life. Earthquakes, tornadoes, hurricanes... a kid could choke on a piece of food... you see where I'm going here. Preparing for emergencies is just plain smart!

This month I'm making it a goal to really improve what I'll tentatively call a heavy 72 hour kit for both Will and me. I'm hoping it can hold most of the medical supplies our little family might find helpful, as well as basic gear for catastrophes or power outages. As I've been reading up on things, I've been struck over and over again by the need for self-education above all else. There's really no point in paying for simple life-saving tools if you don't know how to use them. Even something like rope, which is so versatile, won't do a thing for the uneducated. Basic skills: you are vast, but I will conquer you. With a lot of time. And Pepsi. And wheat. We are Mormon, after all. (Actually, I'm seriously avoiding the wheat for long-term storage. Oats, rice, beans, quinoa, I love you.)

If anyone stumbles on my ramblings, please consider your area's weaknesses. Know how to shut off your gas and water. Learn CPR. Just do something! Baby steps, gente.

Oh - and if you're interested in a camping stove - check out this giveaway. I'm entering, so I guess my odds are better if you don't. Oh well, there you go. Be blessed.

Love!



P.S. If any of you are looking for somewhat of a prepper manual for all needs you could dream of, I've really enjoyed this book:

I suggest looking around for a copy. I found one half-price. It's a gold mine. It is definitely on the intense side of things. Feel free to call me and drop by to take a look.

2009-10-28

nothing.is.unknowable.

Sometimes there are jewels in the cracks we step over in life, and the people that follow us - tracing our steps with a light heart and unsearching eyes - will miss their glint. Sometimes I want to record things I feel aren't mine to tell on a hidden scrap.

Sometimes I'm afraid I'll forget the power of unexpected and potent miracles, the spirit words will never describe. Then, I remember that scratchings of black ink on a page reflect a mere paucity of what the heart finds rearranged.

The only way to find and remember is by living truly.