Letter from the Publisher
December arrives with cooler mornings. I have donned coat and hat for particularly windy mornings to make it easier for my beach litter-collection process. I don’t enjoy being chilly. My vascular system has more than adjusted to the constant warmer weather here in Southern Florida.
As part of my Global TRASHformation movement activities, I collect beach plastic. There wasn’t much stuff to pick up this morning, as the ocean has been rather calm this past week. One report claims an estimate of 12.7 million tons of plastic enters the ocean annually. What makes this really bad is that the chemical in plastic smells like krill (one of the seabird’s favorite foods. Krill eat a lot of algae, and it’s the algae smell that is being mimicked in the plastic floating around in the ocean like pepper in consommé. Contemplate the implications of that.
Okay… holidays, end of year, family, good cheer, all the things that are right in the world. I will be traveling again to be with family this coming holiday. I get to meet the newest member of the family, my grand-nephew, residing with his parents and sister in Washington State. His first name is the middle name of my paternal grandfather, a wonderful man who spent his last 30 or so years building brightly colored weather vanes made with wood and metal. The later ones included a new material — acrylic. I will say the durable, thick acrylic sheet that was used to cut out the silhouette of a horse hasn’t changed much at all in the past 40+ years. It’s the adjoining wooden building with the turning blades that requires the upkeep.
I have several pieces of jewelry made with early plastic from (best guess) the 1940s. They’re fun to wear, and, like the acrylic horse, still in great shape. We have to be conscious of this fact especially when it comes to one-use objects: straws, plasticware, packing materials, etc. (the kind of stuff that ends up in the ocean that mimics the smell of food for sea life).
Thinking of food, one of my new favorites is roasted Brussels sprouts, and now they’re in season. I didn’t like them as a kid. Maybe that’s ‘cause they were prepared by cooking in boiling water. Baking was my mother’s stronger suit. The modified pumpkin pie recipes have yet to be matched. Holidays are terrific for sharing recipes and hugs. I am grateful for family and looking forward to greeting the new one too. Family, like life, is ever changing.
On another note, it was good to see that Amendment 1 was not passed, paving the way for private individuals and solar supply companies to help us become more of the sunshine state we should be destined to be. Last I investigated, I saw a roof system that was entirely built for solar. I would like to think even the south side of buildings could use be utilized for solar light in some way too.
Enjoy the briefs and articles this month… local content was chosen to reflect a variety of perspectives for you.
Shine light on your thoughts; encourage conversations that are forward looking and speak to a vision for us as part of the global family of souls working toward personal peace and planetary peace.
See peace, feel peace and be at peace; plan on it.