Fake Plastic Trees

I’ve decided to take advantage of the next three weeks being barred from the gym while my foot heals from my recent surgery (I keep typing “heels” LOL) to dive back into morning meditation. I haven’t been doing it for quite a long time and I might as well take advantage of my tendency to rise early, especially in view of how anxious I've been lately. I sat for 20 minutes this morning, and as it happens every time I come back from being out of practice, I was fidgety as all get out and my mind was all over the place. It’s OK though, because I came to the mat. And I will do it again tomorrow. And the day after. It’ll be good for me. I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it every day once I’m back at the gym, but twice a week sure would make a nice practice.

I’m also considering a TV diet for a while. I watch too much, even if it is things like BBC America and the History channel. And I may impose a limit on my internet time at home too.

In other news, read this eye-opening article about plastics. I kiped this off Colin Beavan's http://noimpactman.typepad.com/blog/. I don’t even know how I’d start clearing plastics out of my home/life in a significant way. But I can start by at least paying more attention and taking it step by step though, especially after reading this. *coughs up a zip-loc*

Our oceans are turning into plastic...are we?
By Susan Casey, Photographs by Gregg SegalMay 11, 2007 - 11:45:03 PM

A vast swath of the Pacific, twice the size of Texas, is full of a plastic stew that is entering the food chain. Scientists say these toxins are causing obesity, infertility...and worse.
Fate can take strange forms, and so perhaps it does not seem unusual that Captain Charles Moore found his life’s purpose in a nightmare. Unfortunately, he was awake at the time, and 800 miles north of Hawaii in the Pacific Ocean. [snip]It began with a line of plastic bags ghosting the surface, followed by an ugly tangle of junk: nets and ropes and bottles, motor-oil jugs and cracked bath toys, a mangled tarp. Tires. A traffic cone. Moore could not believe his eyes. Out here in this desolate place, the water was a stew of plastic crap. It was as though someone had taken the pristine seascape of his youth and swapped it for a landfill.
Read the rest at: http://www.bestlifeonline.com/cms/publish/health-fitness/Our_oceans_are_turning_into_plastic_are_we_2.shtml