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I, Sustainable Unicorn

Let’s talk about this bag of Quinoa.

That, oh my beloveds, is not any old bag of Quinoa. It is the bag of Quinoa I bought two months ago, maybe more, when I decided to move from being a person who knows how to pronounce Quinoa to a person who actually OWNS some Quinoa.

It was a small step toward perfection, yes! To go from being aware a thing exists to OWNERSHIP of said thing. That Quinoa was not a grain. It was a statement of INTENT.

I bought it. I kept it. I looked at it and dreamed.

That lady owns Quinoa, people might one day say, should they happen to see it in my pantry. I wouldn’t TELL THEM. I wouldn’t FLAUNT my quinoa. No one wants to be the draggy kind of Unicorn Sustainer who comes to your party and says THAT CAKE KILLED EARTH BECAUSE IT HAS WHITE SUGAR. THANKS, EARTH-KILLER, FOR INVITING ME TO YOUR BLOOD-FESTIVAL CELEBRATING GAIA’S TORTURE.

I just wanted to be a lady who quietly bought and owned some Quinoa. Such a lady might even one day cook with Quinoa. And a lady who cooks with Quinoa? VOLUNTARILY and maybe even well?

Why! Any second, she might take a shift in a community garden, learn to compost, and become a more vigilant recycler. A true cooker with-er of Quinoa-er would NEVER get tired of toting around an empty Vitamin Water bottle and slip it into the CVS trashcan instead of carrying it all the way home to vigorously recycle it with brisk hands and a light heart.

Such a person would source ALL her meat—religiously—to be sure every bacon had an excellent quality of life back when it had feelings. Would similarly source her every pants to be sure tiny oppressed children hadn’t been locked for fourteen hours in a dim room, fed on meager handfuls of dirty rice to make them. Who would shop ONLY locally for everything, ALWAYS.

And, most perfect of all, she would not make her Quinoa-ity more about her moral superiority than an actual interest in living more mindfully. In other words, she wouldn’t smug it up, snorking down her superior Quinoa-sniffer, but would just quietly go about living in sweet harmony with nature because she was so spiritually mature and whatnot.

She would DEFINITELY remember to finally Google the technical definition of “uncaged” v/s “free range” so she could buy whichever eggs were KINDER instead of just guessing and hoping.

I bought the Quinoa a step toward my eventual complete transmorfutation into a person who, if the forest had unicorns, would SUSTAIN THE LIVING HELL OUT OF THEM (while not being an ass about it).

I want to be a more thoughtful person. A more mindful person. To be a person with a rich spiritual life who doesn’t secretly get boredBoredBORED in Taize services and wish they could quietly get out the iPad and play a little Plants v/s Zombies because HOW MANY TIMES CAN WE SING THAT LINE?

But instead becoming all that, I —unmindfully and with no thoughtfulness and with the spiritual maturity of a green, green fig —threw my EXPENSIVE, FOREIGN MADE, MASS PRODUCED cell phone on the ground on the way to car yesterday, did not notice, and left it in the driveway in the pouring rain for hours and hours.

Also, upon my return, I may have driven over it a little bit.

SO now, my would-be life-changing Quinoa is playing the role of “Bag of Rice,” also known as “Cell Phone Sleeping Bag.”

Yes, Virginia, I HAVE jammed my wet and possibly-driven-over cell phone all the way down into the bottom of the bag to try and dry it out.

No, Virginia, it didn’t help. The phone now buzzes and farts in my hand like a dying cicada.

Rice might have worked, BUT! I couldn’t use rice because I don’t HAVE rice because women who buy rice instead of Quinoa are probably oppressing someone with their mindless consume-ation of unsourced goods and services AND failing at contemplative meditation. Boo-Yah.

Also, I don’t LIKE rice. Or Quinoa, really. But that was never the point, was it? The point was to Become a Better Person.

And in retrospect, maybe “purchasing a bag of weird grain” was not a terribly efficient step. Those of you who find yourself wanting to be more unicorn sustain-y, here is where you can say your methods without being a poop. Because I ASKED. SO, share. Are you feeling the need to buy at indies and eat cows who were treated kindly? Tell me how you are living a little differently…

I am SURE I will incorporate ALL your ideas into my life and live perfectly, immediately. Well, almost immediately. Right after I buy another expensive, foreign made, mass produced cell phone.

41 comments to I, Sustainable Unicorn

  • Elizabeth

    I’m interested to read the answers to your question. It seems like there is always another level of perfection… I prepared and served multiple vegan options at my husband’s birthday party. One woman arrived two hours late, having ridden her bicycle to our home and bringing her own food which she termed “clean”. I didn’t ask questions, but…next time, if she’s involved, it will be potluck. Or food-free.

  • JulieB

    I am simplifying my life. Almost. It started with a box of Quinoa, actually. I bought one years ago, at the local co=op. My family was “meh” about it when I served it. In fact, the husband shuddered. Which I thought was weird, because he at tripe in France once. (Once.)

    It must have given me some strength because I’ve tried about a gazillion other projects to get to betterness. Anyway, it must have been enough, because I’ve been working to become better. I tried making my own yogurt when Mir told us how. (Really. It was fun) I’ve almost had a garden three years in a row now. (This year, not so much. I need more than one tomato plant to count as a garden, right?) Currently, I am simplifying my life. This is beyond just “flying,” you see. This isn’t _just_ an effort to clean my house again. No, I am going to be a minimalist. Almost. One who will still live with consumers. But _I_ will be able to pack everything I wear into one bag and leave for a month in France, should the opportunity and funding arrive. Laundry will be simpler. My kitchen cabinets will be organized.

    Someday. Sadly, the energy from the box of quinoa has dissipated, and the uncluttering in my bedroom has been in limbo for 6 weeks now. I’m sure I probably just need to eat another box. I’m almost sure it is not because I have the attention span or a gnat. . . .

  • JulieB

    Oh Elizabeth – that is funny! Good plan!

    When I have food scraps I take them out to the chickens, and they come waddling over to me, brimming with delight and fluffy-butt-ed joy. This is even better than composting, because I can’t compost seeds, because then there are plants growing out of my compost, and compost plants cause me moral dilemmas. Should I pull up the baby tomato plant that will never ever ever produce tomatoes before the frost? Shouldn’t it be able to grow? But then I can’t turn the compost. But how do I feel right about just YANKING it up, tiny tender green thing?
    But chickens looooove seeds of all kinds. Problem solved. Also? They will eat cold oatmeal that your daughter swore she wanted, please cook it mommy. They would happily eat damp quinoa. And now I know if my eggs came from happy chickens. They did. Our chickens are very happy, especially Nip-Nip, who constantly escapes to lay her eggs in random places. Currently we’re finding them under the deck. The boys think Nip-Nip needs a little leather jacket that reads “Hatched to be Wild” or maybe “Bad to the (thigh) Bone.”

  • JenniferG

    Oh Dear-Heart, you had me at “cell phone sleeping bag!” Best laid plans and all that, eh?

    My become-a-better-person usually consists of a bag of baby spinach that goes bad before it can be eaten. Or frozen berries for healthy smoothies with said spinach that languish in the freezer while I get a chocolate shake at Culvers.

    But I admire your Quinoa-edness!

  • It’s a forest unicorn. A FOREST UNICORN. Speaking of which, Project Runway is tonight.

  • I, too, own a bagof quinoa. I’ve even used it, in a first-time-for-me Indian dish. Now it can languish happily on the top shelf of the cabinet, secure in the knowledge it may yet be used again…sometime in this century.

    Chickens would be awesome. Alas, while the city does, the condo association does not. Instead, they allow free-range untamed geese to wander the grounds pooping prolifically and stopping traffic whenever they decide to cross the road (by travelling fifty feet down the middle of the road before they actually make it to the other side).

    Hopefully, no one will ask at Christmas exactly from where I got the fois gras.

  • Amy

    Meh. As one who grows her own bacon, eggs and steak (and possibly quinoa, but I’m holding off on that claim until harvest time), I can say it’s not that amazingly virtuous. There are trade offs. My husband has to drive an hour each way for work, for instance, which has to be throwing out more than our fair share of ick into the air. I have thrown more than one plastic container in the garbage after finding it forgotten in the back of the fridge with the scary remains of some free-range/local/sustainable something creating a new life in it. And, when we head to the river for some free/local/outdoor-therefore-healthy entertainment and I forget the snacks (again), we stop at the mini-mart for some pre-packaged marvels of modern processing which makes my kids way happier than I think it should. You don’t want to end up like the lady on the bike with the “clean food” that someone mentioned earlier, that would be no fun at all, though possibly amusing to the rest of us if you did and then wrote about it.


    I cannot have chickens. I mean, I COULD — Decatur lets you. It is legal. But I fear I would have them for a brief minute, and then my larger dog, Bagel, would have them for an even briefer (but much bloodier) minute. Two years ago, He figured out how to stop moistening rabbits and now eats them, gets worms, and has violent pooping episodes at every given opportunity. Luckily rabbits are FAST so there are few opportunities.

    Also my parents had a yogurt maker when I was a kid. The SMELL of making yogurt is SO awful that now if I get more than the MERE-EST WHIFF of even suagry fruity supermarket yogurt I projectile vomit. So, that’s fun.

  • Jill W.

    The most striking thing about all of this to me is that you do not own a bag of rice. I honestly never even considered the possibility that someone would not have a bag of rice in their home. I am from Louisiana- land of copious rice fields (which- bonus- also serve as perfect crawfish habitats) and everyone here always has rice. They serve it with everything. Quinoa, not so much. Except maybe John Besh. Or Susan Spicer. I bet they have quinoa (but also rice). : )

  • Brigitte

    I’ve eaten quinoa several times, but I don’t think it’s made me any greener/unicorn-friendly. It would be NICE to be, of course, but it requires a lot of work – meh- and also, usually, a lot of money!

  • Me? I like quinoa, and also, rice. I recycle everything allowable and have reduced my trash output quite substantially since Raleigh expanded their recycling program. Yes, I am THAT person on trash day with 6 bins of recycling. I, also, am a CSA member. There is this great program here in NC that DELIVERS your CSA box to YOUR FRONT DOOR. BOOM! Eating locally. You can even cancel weeks you will be out of town, super sweet! And I drink coffee from local bean roasters who care about fair trade.

    But I also have a really unhealthy relationship with hamburgers and french fries and Coke a Cola Classic. I own an iPhone. I’ve typed this on my Mac while my kids play on their PC’s. I drive a cross-over SUV because they were the only thing not a minivan that seated three car seats across the middle row of seats. And I complain loudly about HBO hating my money and making me wait a WHOLE YEAR for the blu-rays. My two oldest kids prefer anything processed over any of the fresh food I’m feeding them for dinner: Velveeta Shells and Cheese, PLEASE!

  • If it makes you feel better, I read an article a few months ago about how the developed countries’ sudden discovery of quinoa as a superfood has made life harder for the people in rural South America that actually grow the quinoa. Apparently when no one ate it outside the region, it was a cheap sustainable grain for subsistence-level people there. Now the prices have gone way up, making it too expensive for them, and much of it gets exported across the world (making it’s carbon footprint pretty large, dontchaknow). So, there you go. Virtue will have to be had some other way. Which is good, because you don’t want your house smelling like quinoa. It doesn’t taste bad, but the smell the 2? times I cooked it was pervasive and awful.

  • I am a moderately virtuous locavor, recycler, clean-eater, etc., but living in Hawaii means there is nothing I can ever do to offset the carbon footprint of even one box of goodies from Amazon or Zappos. Unless I moved totally off-grid and grew all my own produce and raised chickens and pigses and made my own shoes, which will never happen because I needs my Interwebz! I used to eat quinoa but my household is now grain-free/Paleo, which is possibly even more annoying than dinner guests who arrive late toting their own hyper-virtuous clean food.

  • DC in DC

    I tried (so, so hard!) to use environmentally friendly diapers when my twins were born. It didn’t go well. But then again, I only tried three different brands.

    The third and final model involved an insert that was marketed to be flushable AND biodegradeable, which sounded awesome! Following the instructions to the letter, we immediatly clogged a toilet. “Okay,” we said, “Let’s try putting it in the non- food compost bin!” About a year later when we moved out of the house, the “trial” insert was still in about the same condition as the day we put it in.

    The upshot is that we haven’t given up on the concept of living a little kinder- I’m so close to convincing my husband to get a few goats to “mow the lawn.”

    Surely that will go better than the environmentally friendly diapers??!!

  • Michelle-who-is-Shelley

    As to the cell phone – so sorry to hear that the Quinoa didn’t heal it. My hubby’s ipod went through the wash and he ordered dessicant (you know those little packets that come in vitamin bottles, etc.?) online to put in a bag and dry out his ipod — and it still didn’t work. At least you went healthy.

    I recently managed to kick my diet-soda addiction. I really have no idea if artificial sweetener is even bad for you — so many opionions! But I finally found something that I liked better (while on vacation in the South, no less).

    Pee. Ess. What does “clean – eater” mean??

  • Michelle-who-is-Shelley

    *opinions* not opinions mixed with onions.

  • I bought a bag of that grain once. I made some, smiling coquettishly at my husband for my earthiness and progressiveness. That other half bag of it still sits on my shelf though, getting old. There also once was a day, before Publix got all Organic-y, that I’d drive way out of my way to Whole Foods to shop. Honestly at this point, I just don’t have the time nor the patience.

  • Cue the mothering equivalent of theDos Equis man voice: I don’t always choose eco-friendly but when I do, I choose solutions that also corral my children into doing work. Example: I bought microfiber towels. No toxic cleaners AND the kids now have to clean all the windows with spray bottles filled with water and a splash of vinegar. I also bought a new broom today and plan to use it to show my kids how to “take turns.”

    Sadly, I also reversed all eco-friendliness by purchasing a Magic Eraser mop, because it is the only thing that cleans my white vinyl kitchen floor. Every other cleaning product is a liar when it comes to white vinyl!

  • Melinda

    I love these comments. As a 40+ and therefore wise-ish and been-around-part-of-the-block person, I told a much younger and more pert mother the secret to good parenting today while watching my youngest try to learn the backstroke. You must tattoo the following onto a secret part of your body and/or psyche: “Parenthood is not a competitive sport.” Neither is eating, I think. (Unless you are Sonya Thomas, the 105-pounder known as “The Black Widow,” who ABC sports says is ranked the No. 3 competitive eater in the U.S. She can down 8.4 pounds of baked beans in two minutes, 47 seconds and scarf down 80 chicken nuggets in five minutes! I couldn’t find a record for eating quinoa competitively.)

  • Gaylin

    I just bought 8 pounds of quinoa (on sale). Being allergic to grains, including rice makes it my go to side dish. I have learned to like it. It is much better made with chicken stock than water.

    Joshilyn – I make my own yogurt! Your parents must have been doing something wrong when they made theirs, mine just smells like warm milk when I heat it up and then the maker is sealed while it turns the milk into yogurt.

    I am pretty eco-friendly simply because processed foods don’t agree with me. Personally, I am tired of making all my own food. What I wouldn’t give to be able to make a PB&J sandwich and call it dinner. You want to try crappy food – try grainfree bread. Blech.

  • Therese

    Did you know that 2013 is the International Year of Quinoa? http://www.fao.org/quinoa-2013/en/

    I do quinoa. From Costco. I’m sure it’s totally unicorn-friendly that way. (It’s a “sprouted rice & quinoa blend.” I add shredded carrot, chopped celery, red onion, S&P, and italian dressing for a cold summer salad, but it’s even good warm.)
    Even my job must be virtuous, if quinoa is the barometer – today I am editing part of the program for the 2013 International Quinoa Research Symposium: https://www.etouches.com/ehome/quinoa/117552/ .

    And, yeah, I do recycle like crazy (and have to take it to the recycling center–in my big truck that gets 14 mpg–because we don’t have a curbside program out here) and I grow veggies, but don’t put them up to sustain us all year ’cause canning/freezing etc. is a damn lot of work and I’ve already got a full time job. And this year I do have lambs fattening in the pasture across the street, but probably never again because [long, sad, whiny story]. My favorite green thing? Compost. I love having a big, hot compost pile so I don’t feel guilty about tossing out moldy bread or those festering organic whatevers in the produce drawer.

    I’ve been around a lot of fanatical eco-vangelists and they are as unpleasant as any other dogmatic fanatic, and I don’t want to be that, although I’ve had my moments (or um, years, sorry). These days I’m just trying to be moderate & reasonable. It’s hard, though, seeing/feeling the success in the “green” things I do, and not feeling guilty about how I’m failing to live up to someone else’s grand vision of unicorn perfection.

  • We live in the Seattle area. We have to recycle. It’s the law. I’m not kidding — it’s a law and you can be fined for not recycling enough. However, we are now so in the habit of recycling that we’ve been known to bring stuff home from trips rather than throw it away. I’m not kidding about that either. It’s a sickness.

    We have red quinoa, and I rather like the taste; kinda nutty and nice. But it’s a nuisance to serve, so I just stare at the bag, most of the time, and think, “Maybe today…” But no.

    We have friends who have chickens so we get our eggs from reliable, free-range sources, but the rest of the time? We just hope for the best. And recycle. A lot.

  • Oh my gosh you all are too funny! When my girls were babies, I made my own baby food and froze it in ice cube trays. Didn’t keep up with it for my son, though. And I bought a bunch of little tupperwares to pack my daughter’s lunch for school this year so I don’t have to use baggies. Hopefully I’ll keep up with that. Every now and then I buy free-range eggs but I can’t afford the organic meat. I used to be a vegetarian (for 7 years!) but that ended on a study abroad trip to Costa Rica when my host mother thought “vegetarian” meant “eats hunks of plain soy and spaghetti with ketchup,” so I finally gave up and said I ate chicken. I guess that’s not much. I recycle. Does that count?

  • Margaret

    And when the Quinoa hatches out mealy bug larvae (which I guarantee you it will if left on a pantry shelf long enough), you can put it in your bird feeder.

  • Tanya

    It’s pronounced kinona, like Winona, right? 🙂 I live in Toronto, Canada. We have HUGE recycling bins that the city takes away, we have city sponsored compost that includes meat (!!!) which is way better than when I tried to compost in our backyard and quickly realized I had really built a little buffet box for the racoons and squirels. I would love chickens. And a pig. I have a pig farmer friend and she tells me they are THE BEST recycle buddies to have. Perhaps Bagel would learn to love a pig?
    I try to consider a different way to reduce my echo footprint on this earth almost every day. Sometimes I find something that just works, like when I bought that little recycling box for the bathroom waste. And sometimes I just choose to eat KEEN-OU-AH when I am out for dinner at a restuarant I walked to. Think global, act local.

  • Martha

    From Memorial Day to Labor day we buy all our produce at the local farmer’s market. We live in Chicago so that is the extent of that. We tried gardening for a couple of years but wound up feeding only the rabbits and squirrels, not ourselves. I do not require a lot of “things” so that helps reduce my carbon footprint and also helps my bank account. We have a small house and so use less electricity, gas, etc. We drive fuel efficient cars and try not to waste anything. And we recycle a lot because our city charges for how much garbage you put out for pick up. Recycle pick up is free.

    I wouldn’t touch Quinoa with a 10 foot pole because it sounds yucky. That’s just how I am.

  • We are fortunate enough to live in a community that promotes being eco-friendly and sustainability. There is a community garden, regular e-cycling events, and many of us work from home to cut down on emissions, save money, yadda yadda.

    Once per month for 5 or 6 months out of the year, our community holds a community yard sale. The local community center is home to everything from book and knitting clubs to yoga to karate to AA meetings to private events.

    We eat the majority of our meals at home, and when we do go out we prefer local establishments over chain restaurants. When cooking we prefer the grill over the stove. (And that’s not just because of my inability to cook!)

    The Appalachian Trail is half a mile away. Not only is it healthy, but hiking it is free. The Shenandoah and Potomac rivers are also nearby, and a nice place for family events like camping, picnics, fishing, or white water rafting — many of which are free or very cheap.

    I have two teenage sons, and they would rather shop a thrift store over mall stores any day of the week, including for clothes. This saves us a ton of money. They would also spend their allowance a the local flea market where they can find record albums, antiques, or other collectibles.

    When it comes to Christmas and birthdays, I prefer to either make gifts or buy online from places like Etsy. And when it comes to grocery shopping I prefer the local farmer’s market over the grocery store.

    However I’ve never tried quinoa and don’t think I will any time soon.

  • elizabeth

    Tanya, I am both intrigued and repulsed at the thought of recycling bathroom waste. However, my father-in-law’s recycling efforts have already gotten us terrible emails from the homeowner’s association, so we are going for low profile around here. And although there is a city program starting soon to recycle food waste, we are not joining, because the thought of picking meat and bones out of the scraps after he has been “helping” is more than I can stomach.

    In his defense, he has the beginnings of dementia, a whole lot of stubborn, and no opportunity to recycle until last year. I think rural Texas has different values. Or just lots of bonfires and big dumps, I don’t know.

  • Melissa

    Don’t give up on your phone. My phone visited a bedbug infested home and got promptly, albeit inadvertently, dumped into the washing machine upon its arrival home, spin cycle and all. It rested quietly in the sun for three days. When I charged it up, it came back to life. While it couldn’t perform all of its phone-ly duties, I could hear people as they said, “Can you hear me,” and I could text them back to say yes.

    Perhaps your phone simply needs a rest and a chance to sunbath.

  • Sara G

    Your parents had a yogurt maker? So did mine! Suddenly your violent disgust of all things yogurt-y makes perfect sense. Ergh, I had largely gotten over my terrible yogurt beginnings by buying the lovely refrigerated store yogurt, but the memory of my family’s yogurt maker sitting in the lukewarm oven overnight may have just put me back off all things yogurt-y for life. Seriously. The stuff still gives me nightmares. And I don’t know what was worse–being told how marvelous and organic it was, or being given a teaspoon of jam to mix into it, as if that would make it all better, and then being watched while I ate it to make sure I was praising its food-poisony goodness enough to satisfy the granola gods (and the person who fermented it).

    Yup, I’m officially back off yogurt. That’s the kind of memory that sticks. OTOH, I love quinoa. I also love rice. Basically, I love all grains. Quinoa (I think it’s “KEEN-wah” but couldn’t swear to it because I’ve never needed to utter the word in public) needs to be cooked in every type of flavor you can add–broth, garlic, herbs, lemon juice, olive oil, but I really love the stuff. It’s like al dente couscous.

  • Katie in Cali

    I try to use reusable bags everywhere. My friend calls it being light green. And tupperware in the lunch boxes, reusable bottle always with me. And then I forget the bags in the car, or we drive the other one without the bags in the trunk. I try to ride my bike to the store a couple blocks away, but that doesn’t work when I need a can of beans and tacos are on the stove. It’s give and take and don’t beat yourself up when you don’t get it right.

  • Berry

    Canvas totes for shopping. Now that I’ve converted, I’ve actually learned to dislike the little plastic bags. Canvas holds more, I can carry all of my groceries into the house at once, and canvas doesn’t suddenly tear and throw the eggs violently at the floor. I can’t make myself into a new person overnight, but I can gently adopt new things until they fit and feel natural in my life pattern.

    The farmer’s market on the weekend helps me to eat seasonally. Everything comes from local farmers, so the carbon footprint is small, and the food is fresh, tasty, and organic. (And zomg corn fed free range chicken eggs taste better!) Eating seasonally was hard at first, but I find that forcing myself to eat mindfully means eating better and feeling better.

    If only I could convince myself to give up soda cans!

  • I thought I was the only person who found Taize boring. Guess not… good to know.

  • dramamama

    i dropped my phone in the toilet first thing this morning. it’s in the rice bag for 24 hours before i resort to driving over it.

  • I like quinoa with other things, but I fail at cooking it myself.

  • Anita

    I think I’m just ruining the earth, eating painfully killed chicken beef and pork…I do love some good bacon. I am not cool enough for that grain.

  • I have quinoa too. It’s languishing in the back of the pantry. One day I WILL use it, just not today. Tomorrow isn’t looking good either. I did switch to organinc milk in an effort to be a little greener, and we have a garden this year. That’s as far as the quinoa magic has gotten me, though.

  • I can understand how you wouldn’t have gotten into the style of music at a Taize service. I personally love the style (even though I hate how so many modern songs repeat their choruses so darn much), but it is a fairly specific style.

    When I first encountered it, I needed it. I was studying in the British Isles and France with a group of 25 other students and a professor from my college, and we were tired of each other (this was after 2 1/2 months of going someplace new every 3-7 days and being in close contact with each other the entire time). Worse, I was homesick and tired and not sure if I was quite on the right course with my time in college–I was going to be student teaching that fall.

    I spent the week in silence as well, only speaking when I went to these services, and for 30 minutes with one of the brothers in the community. It got my head screwed on straight and peaceful, no longer being quite so annoyed by some of the group dynamics that had arisen. The remaining couple of weeks in our semester together was much, much better for me, even when the same stuff kept happening. So it was great for me.

    That said, I basically see the worship style as meditative, and if you’re not in the mood for that, you’re going to hate it and want to play some Plants vs. Zombies (or Fruit Ninja or what have you). 😉 So don’t get down on yourself for that.

  • HA! no no, Taize will never be my thing, though Scott loves it. I can’t be STILL. I find I meditate best in Yoga—-movement and breath work for me. I also meditate very well when walking a labyrinth.

    It’s a different path; it goes to the same place.

  • “It’s a different path; it goes to the same place.”


    So true. Sometimes I found labyrinths fun, other times I wondered why I wasn’t just stepping over the lines on the floor!

    I actually wrote a story set in Taize, partially based on my own experiences. This is reminding me that it’s still in need of feedback from my readers and some revision so I can start sending it out!