| | To be the product of my own hands. my own labor. my own efforts.
when I see my life as A diagram I am walking near the surface of the most intricate scaffolding, a structure that has been built on, added to restructured, reinforced and designed, for 100's of years.
" my 2nd grade teacher told me to always ask where things came from" laura said as we arrived at our favorite veg burrito spot in sunset beach.
Ive been asking that question more and more these days. I hold an Item and connect with what it took to create this item. what was mined? plundered? cut down, removed?
I'm sorry Earth.
I have also been asking, where do they go? where have all the pogs gone, the c.ds? and their cases? where did the ships of WWII land? what happened to that metal?
think of all the shampoo bottles I've used in my life- they went somewhere too. the starbucks cups, the clothes, the shopping bags, orange juice cartons, razors, deodorant sticks, pie tins, broken appliances and conviences. I mean Ive been here 22, almost 23 years now. I am one. I have realized that the waste removal infastructure has made it so I didnt have to think about this, ever before, ever now. I simply placed it in a bin. moments after I was decidedly done with the item. i never had to think of it again.
I walk down the isles of quick stop markets and am awed at the amound of useless kitch. knowing its only a time or two before it too will find that bin and never be thought of again.
I'm sorry Earth.
I'm sorry Earth.
This has peaked a curitosity ... "what could be found at the dump"
How much can I begin to live with out?
How are we going to change the infastructure? so people think about the million ways to reuse items.
to reduce. If i don't shave my legs, and pits, I won't need to buy diposable razors, or blades.
If I stop using conditioner thats one less, bottle. maybe i could make my own shampoos and soap.
AUGH the packaging. and this is only one area or waste.
back to the product of my own hands my own efforts.
when I cut my own hair I felt , "when people see me they will see the product of my hands."
When My leg hair is at it's full length, It is me, as created, fully self-expressed.
For so long I have been expressing my culture. and what it has defined beauty to be.
Years now my body has taken the nutrients I eat, and made them into little hairs, before they were visible I took a sharpe blade against my legs and cut them off. like a dog after his tail. why? where did that come from?
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