When I was a little girl I spent my time at home. I was actively involved in a house hold. My siblings and I had chores, academic expectations and responsibilities. We didn't have a gaming system and the Internet wasn't invented yet. Without all that technology, and still light-years ahead of the world our grandparents were brought up in, we still had plenty to ignite our imaginations and cause us to wonder.
A lot of our thoughts were social and emotional as they are today, but we chewed on it. There was more time alloted between the present and future. Our thoughts were like the four seasons. We could think on one issue, experience within it a cold spell, a rebirth, a growing season, fall away from it and enter a cold spell again only to find ourselves in the presence of an elder begging for a glimpse at a path towards a resolution.
That type of face to face interaction almost always played out during a daily routine. Our beliefs, passions, hobbies and self worth were nurtured right there in the kitchen with a pile of potatoes and peeler in hand or a basket of laundry to fold. We felt like little puppies following mothers and grandmas from room to room inquiring as to the ways they handled situations like first crushes, bad grades and broken friendships. We watched their body language, took note of how many memories flashed through their minds before they chose an appropriate answer for their wide eyed audience and always knew they were being cautious. They wanted to pass on to the next generation what was right and true. They admitted mistakes and claimed fault. They molded us as much as our wild untamed hearts were capable.
We walked away from our youth with multi-generational experiences guiding us. But when we arrived at adulthood it was nothing like what we were trained for. Today we overwhelm ourselves juggling things like text messages, Skype, cyber bullying, e-how, Facebook, Google, camera phones and more that were so inconceivable to 99.9% of the growing population, let alone our elders, that there were classes given to teach operation of these phenomenons to the general public.
So here we are living in the age of technology. Sprinting to keep up with it's lightening speed advances and almost unknowingly letting our ground roots suffer at the hands of "instant results". Where do we fit cross stitching a family wall plaque or sitting on the porch with good company and a sweet tea in between surfing the web, lounging in chat rooms with potentially dangerous strangers or catching up on 3 hours of must-see-t.v. that we digitally recorded and can watch from any room in the house? How do we connect to ourselves, the ones our elders worked so hard to raise us up to be, if we're lost in a web of digital signals and bright, colorful images? We follow that routine of daily chores that we witnessed, participated in and left the nest with.
You could walk into any home today that is inundated with technology, everyones head down and illuminated with the glowing screens of an ipad, d.s. or laptop and you will still see evidence of daily household routines in play. It could be a hot pot of coffee brewed each morning, sheets always changed on Sunday, shoes taken off at the door, or laundry dried with extra dryer sheets. With life so different from what we knew years ago it almost feels like defiance to even consider the thought that the sacred daily routine could be done without it's key ingredients.
What would the average mother of the 80's say if you tried to replace her toxic arsenal of cleaning products with vinegar and baking soda? How would she react to a dryer full of clothes stuck together with static because you confiscated her chemical ridden dryer sheets? How would you feel if somebody did that to you, today?
I like to think that the amount of information we absorb on a daily basis has made us more approachable towards healthier living ideas. If we can be convinced that it's a good idea to share our daily lives play by play on a social network we should be open to the idea of green cleaning products like Leaping Sheep Wool Dryer Balls. You can still enjoy the hum of the dryer swimming through your home while dinner simmers and kids do homework. Your clothing will still emerge fluffed and virtually static free reminiscent of days gone by. And you can still be swept away by a fresh bouquet of scents tickling your nose every time you fold your laundry if you put a few drops of your favorite essential oils on the Leaping Sheep Wool Dryer Balls at the start of the drying cycle. No, this isn't the exact routine you were raised up on. But the human race is as adaptable as it is susceptible so it's worth breaking the mold for...and worth creating a new one.
So here we are living in the age of technology. Sprinting to keep up with it's lightening speed advances and almost unknowingly letting our ground roots suffer at the hands of "instant results". Where do we fit cross stitching a family wall plaque or sitting on the porch with good company and a sweet tea in between surfing the web, lounging in chat rooms with potentially dangerous strangers or catching up on 3 hours of must-see-t.v. that we digitally recorded and can watch from any room in the house? How do we connect to ourselves, the ones our elders worked so hard to raise us up to be, if we're lost in a web of digital signals and bright, colorful images? We follow that routine of daily chores that we witnessed, participated in and left the nest with.
You could walk into any home today that is inundated with technology, everyones head down and illuminated with the glowing screens of an ipad, d.s. or laptop and you will still see evidence of daily household routines in play. It could be a hot pot of coffee brewed each morning, sheets always changed on Sunday, shoes taken off at the door, or laundry dried with extra dryer sheets. With life so different from what we knew years ago it almost feels like defiance to even consider the thought that the sacred daily routine could be done without it's key ingredients.
What would the average mother of the 80's say if you tried to replace her toxic arsenal of cleaning products with vinegar and baking soda? How would she react to a dryer full of clothes stuck together with static because you confiscated her chemical ridden dryer sheets? How would you feel if somebody did that to you, today?
I like to think that the amount of information we absorb on a daily basis has made us more approachable towards healthier living ideas. If we can be convinced that it's a good idea to share our daily lives play by play on a social network we should be open to the idea of green cleaning products like Leaping Sheep Wool Dryer Balls. You can still enjoy the hum of the dryer swimming through your home while dinner simmers and kids do homework. Your clothing will still emerge fluffed and virtually static free reminiscent of days gone by. And you can still be swept away by a fresh bouquet of scents tickling your nose every time you fold your laundry if you put a few drops of your favorite essential oils on the Leaping Sheep Wool Dryer Balls at the start of the drying cycle. No, this isn't the exact routine you were raised up on. But the human race is as adaptable as it is susceptible so it's worth breaking the mold for...and worth creating a new one.
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