This is PART 6 in a 12 part series for the Year of Sagely Living project, entitled 12.12.12: A journey of self-discovery for a lopsided soul.
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Well, another month as ticked away some 30 days and left behind an itemized grocery list of labor intensive events, which is good. Yep, (un)fortunately, for me, everything is manifesting according to plan, and it was necessary to maintain ample time for a little R and R along the way. Thank goodness for the previous months of developing skills of balance, without those in place, not only would the candle burn at both ends, but I’d be a bit crispy in this hot summer sun. Well folks, it’s what you’ve all been waiting for, the latest, greatest update on the human experiment: the seventh installment of 12.12.12. Maestro, drum roll if you will…thank you… the homework followed by the juicy details:
June- Spleen, Si 巳 (Snake)- Food choices - This category works in tandem with the previous one to help maintain the physical form of the body in an optimal way. Why this pairing? June is actually a great time to do fasting or other food restriction activities because most of us don’t feel any great desire to eat excessively in the summer heat. Further, reducing the burden on digestion will help us to focus on absorbing the pure Yang energy so abundantly available in June.
L’aperitivo: Long Island iced tea
I cannot really say that eating was a priority the month of June. In fact, I had so much going on that food became a side dish to life, and the projects at hand cluttered my proverbial plate. I guess that was acceptable because naturally the world was asking me to take in less physical calories and instead absorb all of the nutritiously-packed pieces for my perfect pie in the sky that I schemed earlier this year. Each task has kept me super busy, and at times it felt like too many cooks in the kitchen left me with little resources at the end of the day. Balance was pivotal to the progress I made during the month of June, a good night’s rest and ample walks in the park kept my sanity in check. Somehow (and I’m not exactly sure how) I packed so much goodness into June, all three goals were catered to, and, in turn, delivered fabulous results. Without much adieu, I present to you a five course meal.
Le hors d’oeuvre: Battered and deep -fried cheesy sticks
The “writing masterpieces” bit remains underway; it’s hard to distinguish if the writing is really masterful because the art of text and publishing has a lot to do with skillfulness backed with persistence and patience. I’ve managed to keep several Whispering ink projects moving towards some semblance of a finishing point.
Three meaty choices exist at this time and I hesitate to apply such words as “crackerjack” or “hot damn, this will make millions”… because only accomplished selections can be judged and awarded with a blue ribbon. The butterfly/scholarship book for the Operation Oprah: Project 61 is almost seasoned to completion due to ample help from other Helfgotteers. Now it’s about hammering out the physical format for this little ditty, putting the words between sheets of a neatly organized binding. My little book of poetry, graphite, has a collection of illustrators and lithographers literally sketching out the details for its imagery and hopefully will be done at autumn’s end. And lastly, I still have wandering aspirations to create a tribute to Mr. Bradbury himself for his Fahrenheit 451, a personal adolescent classic that my budding brain devoured at the ripe age of ten. Those thoughts for that subject are simply an accumulation of sequestered brain cells and scraps of napkin stained messages kept in paper-clipped fashion in odd areas of my home. I’ve still maintained hope for that American apple pie tribute; however, it’s on the back burner at the moment.
The blue plate special: Green eggs and ham
As for the personal plan to diligently pursue cultivation through plantlings, also known as the illustrious Spider Plant Campaign, the success is overwhelming. I’ve got green thumbs, fingers, and all ten toes. I’m up to my ears in the propagation of spider plants, heart-shaped philodendrons, numerous variegated coleii, and at least a baker’s dozen of other odd varieties of indoor plants. All types of gardeners have crawled out of the wood work, chiefly the NCNM community and alumni have rallied for the cause to introduce clean solutions to indoor pollutions, introducing easy at-home health, and green donations continue to grow.
Currently, the campaign consists of several individuals, Pablo, an NCNM ND student, being the backbone of the program with his weekly contributive efforts, as well as collection of other beautiful individuals (of which truly keep the momentum moving forward). Extra help is always around to lend a hand when a big gig comes along, and the best part is that anyone who helps out absolutely loves working on the project.
The campaign feels a bit like a secret club, where everyone is invited, and because it takes place in the work setting, a high level of cheerfulness pervades. I’m not sure what motivates people to participate, each seems driven by different means: a break from the routine, the ability to make a difference in the life of another, or the creative, crafty quality that is inherent to the project. Who knows, I’m just glad that others believe in the idea to keep it contributing to a larger audience. We cooked up a few novel requests for a couple of big events during the month of June that allowed the Spider Plant Campaign a little basking in the lime light. Fortuitously, plans to revolutionize heath care and plant cultivation overlapped beautifully, and each made tremendous headway.
The Archimedes Movement had their first annual meeting, and a few hundred health care aware people collected from across the state of Oregon to chew over the next steps for health care reform. All day Saturday, people mulled ideas and made key connections for furthering a more positive, altruistic future for health care. Thanks to some fabulous friends, a midnight run with a heavily laden Vanagon helped me deliver around 300 plants to the conference the day before the event so that after the conference each individual got an opportunity to take home a bona fide solution to creating cleaner indoor air as a parting gift. Talk about planting the right seed in the fertile minds of thoughtful people!
Shortly thereafter, NCNM’s Environmental Action Committee and the Portland chapter Sierra Club hosted its first annual “Impact Film Festival” at the Hollywood Theatre. For several months careful planning brought together documentaries and top experts in the fields of environmental protection, health care, and legislation, in order to demonstrate how pollution and lack of awareness on the subject can perpetuate poor conditions for our community, as well for our health. Several groups coalesced, mingled, and fermented on what steps our community can do to safe guard our health and the environment at large. Leftover spider plants for the Archimedes Movement conference were served up buffet style to those still hungry for more, who devoured the densely-packed details of indoor air quality. Pretty cool…!
Le dessert: Ambrosia with a flute of champagne
Adding icing to the cake, something that I was not expecting: I was asked to be the Research Editor for the hip, tree-friendly, intentionally urban INUR Magazine. This opportunity lends an inside look at the details of editorial madness and the outlet to research for nifty writing assignments, as well as a means to incorporate naturally-minded research into mainstream media. Think meetings concocted around powwow circles with cheap beer and pages of notes colorfully littered with comic book animation. The magazine release party was also this month, and it was quite posh, beautiful people packed elbow to elbow, cluttering a gallery in Southeast Portland. Nervous butterflies plagued me throughout the night and to remedy the situation, I walked around with silver tray in hand prompting the elite to eat strawberries. As party favors each guest was given a white needled pine tree to take home and to plant; I thought that was a pretty cool idea, especially since it reiterated the magazine’s paperless publication format, so I took one, too. Not sure how this one fell into my lap, but to continue the unashamed use of puns: I’m lapping it up and enjoying every minute of it.

Digestif: A chilled tumbler of arrack
An address to all of those out there in fast-food land looking to orient and discover direction in this orientally driven task of 12.12.12, a Year of Sagely Living, a word to the wise: focus. Yes, please…whatever your intentions may be, my salty advice is to focus. Earlier this year, I thought I did just that, limiting myself to three tasks (writing masterpieces, cultivating through plantlings, and the last rather lofty goal of creating revolutions within health care). In retrospect, I must stress, a mere six months into the game, that three tasks filled with heart-felt determination does bear fruit. In fact, the triad for my sagely scope of direction is proving SO fruitful that I can hardly keep up. So. To conclude: focus. Only put items on your plate that you can finish, or (if you were raised by southern folks like myself) you’re gonna hafta sit still ’til you cleaned your plate. Otherwise, you’re gonna go to bed hungry.