she called me crunchy

So first it was recycling.  And then cloth grocery bags.  The Diva cup.  Walks to the store.  And dreadlocks.  And now raw vegan (plus honey)?  My sister said I was pretty crunchy.  I took it as a compliment.  Really, me?  Crunchy?

It would be easy right now to fall into the tree hugger persona.  To fulfill the next expection of the awaiting crowd.  But to tell you the truth, I don’t even know what Green Peace is. (Oh, look!  I can find out with one click of the mouse.)  I haven’t constructed a compost bin.  I don’t have an opinion on global warming… yet.  (And I have cravings for cookies every day.)

I want to be a temple.  I want to be pure and lively, guiltless and free.  I want to remember to love my time with my boys — Kyle and Isaiah.  I want us to all live the most full lives possible while we’re here.  It’s pretty cool being a crunchy temple.  But then again, I doubt the Temple-dweller cares about my labels.  He just wants it to be comfortable.

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  1. I’m loving this! You’ve been on a posting binge the past several days. I could get used to this. 🙂

    Seriously, I love your thoughtful and thought provoking posts.

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