I have a cold, which I am attempting to ignore, remembering the one I had this time last year, and being so grateful for hair and energy and healing. I know this cold will pass more quickly than the one I had last year which hung on and on.
I have had less computer access as Steve has been fiddling and has now replaced our router to go along with the new modem. The new boxes are small and cute. I got an IPod for Christmas, a nano one, so it sits here, also, and is tiny. I have more space. The right side of my desk is tidy with these new modern gadgets and the left side is a pile of "essentials" I intend to sort through today. I am feeling a need to cleanse the whole house, to purify and give away, but, for today, it will be this small section of desk that I choose to clear and sort.
Orion magazine arrived today, and again, I "push" it. There is a wonderful article by Nalini M. Nadkarni, who set up a Moss-in-Prisons program, which is incredibly successful. It seems that the demand for moss by the floral industry has depleted moss in the wild, so this program allows prisoners to raise and learn about moss while in jail. They will begin selling online through nature gift companies "sustainably grown moss pots" using the mosses propogated by prisoners.
The article concludes with this touching paragraph.
"Inmate Hunter joined the horticulture program at the local community college after his release, with a career goal of opening his own plant nursery. Inmate Juarez told me he had taken an extra mesh bag of moss from the greenhouse and placed it inside the drawer of his bedside night table. Each morning he opens the drawer. "And though it's been shut up in a dark place for so long, the moss is still alive and growing," he said, grinning. And then, more quietly, "Like me."
Now, there is an inspiring story with which to begin the new year.
May the pillow of 2007 be fully plumped with stories like this.