Freedom 50 Experiment

In January I set the intention to commit to three “goals” for my 40th year. They are to:

  1. Have less screen time and instead read more
  2. Walk the Talk: edit my lifestyle to reflect my environmental values
  3. Simplify my life

Since then my second son was born in March and the busy and clutter of a new tiny member of our family has settled in.

After the first few months my partner and I looked around and realized our house was a complete disaster. We could barely walk through our house without tripping.

All houses with new babies are messy (well most). But, when I looked around at the mess something struck me. If we had 75% less stuff we wouldn’t have such a hard time putting it all away! The other thing I realized was that when I am anxious or depressed I shop. With Amazon and Etsy and other online shops this becomes painfully easy. I was shopping so much while I was pregnant that my son was disappointed when we got home and there wasn’t an Amazon box waiting at the door for him to open.

Tired and overwhelmed I returned to my goals set in January and began reading about minimalism again. Inspired by the freedom of fewer things and the alignment of this non materialist lifestyle with my values I decided it was now or never. Before our youngest began to crawl I decided I wanted our house to be clear of all clutter and down to the essentials. My partner was on board because he was completely fed up with the mess and has long advocated for more frugal spending and saving.

In early July we went and stayed in a Air B&B on the island and it was so tidy. It was clean and uncluttered and peaceful. It was the time spent there that made me commit fully and completely to a purge.

When we got back home I began right away. I took photographs of the clutter and mess so I’d always remember how bad it got and never go back. Then I started selling, donating, tossing and cleaning. We are about a month in now and we’ve already donated about two full minivans of stuff, sold a number of trinkets and made $250, and tossed or recycled bags and bags of garbage.

This is what our house looked like before:

Looking around at this mess by partner and I started pointing fingers. We each fingered the other as the hoarder but in the end it was obvious we all had a bit of hoarding in our system.

During this same time it was plastic free July and I showed my son the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. He was horrified and agrees to go plastic free (at least for a while). We shopped for our camping trip and did a nearly plastic free trip minus two small items. After that my son and partner have been champs about keeping it going and although we haven’t been perfect we have pretty much stopped buying single use disposable plastic.

Another thing happened over this time. Being off on medical leave and then mat leave I have gotten to spend a lot of time with my kids. Instead of rushing to pick my son up at 5:30pm and mindlessly going through the motions of dinner and bedtime (all while thinking about one or more work problems) I got to really participate in his life. I was present for school events and field trips, I was present and focused on him after school in the mornings. He had my attention again and I could tell he was so much happier.

After getting half way through Cait Flander’s book “A Year if Less” I decided I wanted to do my own experiment. One year with the following rules with the aim that if even half of these were to stick I might be happier, healthier, and potentially in a place to retire by 50.

Freedom 50 experiment:

  • no disposable single use plastics
  • no shopping (shopping ban rules to follow in next post)
  • no industrial cheap meat and dairy
  • no mindless television
  • no mindless phone/screen time
  • Reduce belongings by 75%
  • Increase meditation to 20 mins a day

Details to follow on all these points and I plan to update weekly now to keep myself accountable and track progress. My hope is that our efforts can contribute to the growing movement toward more mindful, compassionate, and simpler living that aligns with what our children and planet desperately need.

Slow and Simple Living Redux

“Tis a lesson you should heed:

Try, try, try again.

If at first you don’t succeed,

Try, try, try again”

(Thomas H. Palmer &  Frederick Marryat)

It is early January and I just turned 40. I am seven months pregnant and have been struggling with severe perinatal anxiety since the beginning of the pregnancy. Each year I set an intention for the year, not goals because that seems to just set me up for failure, but a broad intention to guide my decisions and life. This year I turned 40 while at the same time looking forward to the arrival of our second child seven years after our first. I was faced with both the realization that time is ticking away, and if I am going to do anything I should do it now, AND that my life is about to change dramatically.

So, I set three intentions that I felt would guide me through this transition:

  1. Read more/screen less
  2. Walk the Talk (can’t lead sustainability at home or at a University without practicing what I preach)
  3. Simplify my life

This is at least the third time I have set and tried to stay on course for the last two intentions. But, instead of getting discouraged I think it is worth continuing to start again until it sticks. Plus, I imagine many others are like me/our family where mindfulness, simplicity, and slow sustainable living can slip off the priority list when things get busy and stressful.

Here are my motivations for being more intentional about my life in this way at this time:

  1. I am exhausted with the go go go schedule that I’ve maintained since I was pregnant with my first son. Trying to balance a full-time job as a Director of a University department, pregnancy, nursing, child raising, volunteering, marriage, family relationships and friendships has become unmanageable and has severely aggravated my chronic anxiety and bouts of depression.
  2. Although I get great satisfaction from my work I get the continuous nagging feeling that I spend more time justifying, resourcing, and promoting the work we do than developing productive high impact programming.
  3. We have a new little one on the way with the potential to make our family life even more hectic than it was before.
  4. A realization that more of the same busy is not what is going to help me take responsibility for my own mental and physical health especially stress levels associated with chronic anxiety.
  5. A commitment to Buddhist principles and philosophy especially mindfulness and altruism that points clearly to the need for simplicity and living lightly on the earth.
  6. Never ending clutter and debt with no retirement plan in sight. As our wages have increased so have our possessions despite the best intentions.
  7. I want to teach my boys a better way of living so that they too can learn to live a simple, fulfilling, and peaceful life. My first son is already getting far too used to a high level of consumerism and electronic entertainment.
  8. Turning 40 really had an impact on my procrastination default and unconscious faith that tomorrow would always be the best day to live with less, to be mindful, to meditate more, to spend more time with my child/children, to calm my nervous system and address mental health issues.

Starting Small: Brooke McAlary from Slow your Home  has an excellent podcast series. She has a great podcast on the trap of rushing into a slower life that made me laugh and also gave me permission to take a deep breath and see this as a longer term challenge. It is something worth coming back to over and over again.

So without any big plans, and with small or low expectations, I embark on a life edit of sorts in a year of slow simple living.

If you want to follow along I’ll be sharing the experiments (Also an idea from Brooke. Thanks Brooke!) I/we try along with successes, failures, and a lot of the resources I find along the way.

To start off with I highly recommend checking our Slow your Home (see above) and also this excellent online magazine called “Simplify Magazine” which you can have lifetime access to for only $20. That’s essentially four Starbucks luxury coffees and your done!



Food for practice

I watched what felt like my 100th documentary about people living in poverty the other week. This time about garment workers in Bangladesh. I can’t get the young mother out of my head who, having no other choice, had to leave her young daughter in the country with family so she could work in the city factory. Although she knew she might only see her daughter once or twice a year; this was the only choice if she wanted her child (about the age of my own child) to attend school, grow up outside a factory, and have a chance at a better life. Her name is Shima Akhter.

I have learned about and wept for the soul destroying suffering of my fellow mothers around the world and each time I learn more I commit instantly to helping in some way. I always seem though to return, mostly, to life as normal within a heartbeat. Life gets busy, I get sick, my son gets sick, my job gets stressful, and I get consumed by my own micro sufferings. I forget about the women drowning in desperate circumstances while still being far more brave and resilient than I would ever be in those circumstances. Shima would then usually join the “forgotten” in my mind.

But this time it feels different. I can’t get that Shima out of my head. Or, the mother at the end of the same film whose baby lies coughing on the floor of the toxic factory while his mother works beside him. A switch has gone on and I can’t turn it off. I can’t seem to forget or deny that blindly and selfishly living my comfortable middle-class life while other mothers are separated from their children, forced to watch them die of hunger or wilt away due to toxic environments, and ferry them across unforgiving seas in the dead of the night to escape a wave of death, is an acceptable way to live for me.

You would think by now that I have learned enough through school, work, these brilliantly descriptive documentaries, and my own experience, and would have gotten on the compassion path long before now. But, like the imperfect human I am, I quickly forget the suffering of others after a short while and get pulled by comforts, habits, and unspoken or articulated social norms in my life (not to mention a lack of self discipline in thought and action). This is because the theory and intent of “being a better person” is easier than the daily practice.


This last month we have been saving and cutting costs so we can make some more dramatic changes to our lifestyle. I began to return to the food question. I always somehow do. Food and agriculture are my passions. It is the groove I feel most at home in. My husband has also long counted the dollars spent on the food that has just been thrown out and on the cupboards filled with luxury ingredients that sit unused until they expire. He’s long harassed me, sometimes fairly and sometimes not, about the complexity of the meals we were making, the hard to find ingredients, and my disinterest in eating leftovers.

So, in our overall effort to save money and practice a more frugal compassionate lifestyle, we spent the month trying to cut the food bill while still eating healthy and sustainable food. We started by trying to eat mostly from our fridge, cupboard and freezer and to shop only for what we deemed were the fresh essentials or filler items to complete recipes. It was effective: I calculated a savings of about $390 (CAN) for the month (not counting the savings from food not thrown out). The number would be a good $50 higher in savings if I hadn’t fallen back into the habit of buying expensive items to make a dinner for some friends coming over. All in all we halved our monthly food costs.

In the month of frugal food planning my eyes opened to the amount of waste we used to produce due to bad planning and busyness.  It also reminded me of the difficulty of shopping on a strict budget. The challenge reminded me of the food poverty of my childhood where my mother, using every penny intentionally to feed four children, very carefully planned all our meals with most of them coming from the bulk food section. It made me think about whether it was possible to design a menu that fulfilled the criteria of my food values that would be accessible to everyone. Could I design a menu for a family of three living in one of the most expensive cities in North America that was low cost, healthy, sustainable, and produced zero waste? Could this be replicated by a single mother in a low income job?

Food for me is where two forces collide: The art and pleasure of slow food and the politics of hunger. I am a lover of food in a romantic, passionate, and joyful way. I have always been deeply interested and invested in the health qualities, taste, growing and politics of food. I am passionate about farmers markets, organic produce, fair trade products and low impact eating. I have experimented with many different diets to find the sweet spot of healthy and sustainable (sometimes successfully and sometimes not). However, for the most part these sustainable options seem accessible only to the middle and upper classes and overall to white folk. All you need to do is look at the alternative grocer Pomme in my city of Coquitlam and you don’t see a lot of single mothers with welfare food budgets shopping there. In fact when I asked a low income immigrant single mother of two where she preferred to shop she said Superstore, the bargain grocer which also happened to be closer to her and to transit.

As we have been cutting costs and being mindful of our food choices the worlds that the poor and the comparatively rich live in have become embarrassingly clear. In 2017, with all our knowledge and technology, healthy, culturally appropriate and sustainable food should be abundant and affordable. In the middle class, we pat ourselves on the back for knowing better and caring more as we buy our high-end produce and organic meats. I know I have. But this seems to have nurtured a two-tier system where we encourage vendors and drive policies that produce healthy sustainable food only at a high cost inaccessible to the marginally less rich than us. Like private school or private health care we can pay for our better product instead of doing the harder work of fighting for equality within the system at the political level so that everyone can access these necessities.

Here is where the rubber hits the road. I only complain about transit when I take it and realize that getting to work takes an hour with three transfers rather than 20 minutes in my car. I only want to improve and fight for a better public education system when my child is in a public school and this school is getting funding cuts. I only care about the quality of public health care when I cannot afford to pay for better care and there are long waits. Food is no different. Only when I realize that it is near impossible for me to feed my family a healthy and sustainable diet on a limited budget do I begin to see the system inequities that I was blind to only moments before. The truth is I am not a very good person by nature. I have to work pretty hard to get out of my head and sweep out the ingrained selfishness that pervades most of my everyday thoughts and actions.

This is where eating then becomes a way to practice compassion and mindfulness. I was recently reading a chapter of Pema Chodren’s book “When things fall apart: heart advice for difficult times” and she spoke to something so true for me. She told a story about how once on a bus in San Francisco she read an article about applying compassion to a suffering world and she was so overcome by emotion that she wept right there on the bus. At that moment she dedicated herself to wholehearted compassionate living and service to others only to arrive home to a phone call which tested her resolve immediately. A friend needed a favour and she was too tired. She turned them down. Her lesson here is how the daily practice of the Buddhist philosophy of compassion in the real life of schedules, busyness, and exhaustion was a real challenge.

For me this is the truth of food in my life. Nothing breaks my heart more violently than the hunger of children around the world. When I hear reports of children picking through garbage dumps for scraps of food or dying of starvation I cannot bare it. Even in my own country 60% of children in the North are food insecure and malnourished. But, when I am shopping for my own family I think nothing of spending $5 on a single loaf of bread or purchasing $10 organic yogurt. I feel pretty self righteous about how much better I am than the next regular yogurt purchaser when I do it too. I know that the single mother I talked to who lives in social housing with her two young kids cannot afford organic yogurt. There may be days when she cannot afford yogurt (or whatever she sees as essential) at all.

So, there is great value in practicing the art of walking in the shoes of those less fortunate for extended periods of time. It is too easy to forget other people’s suffering in daily life when this suffering is not our own. Practicing living closer to this suffering and intentionally choosing not to strive to increase our own comforts can then be a powerful practice of compassion and a more honest way of living in the world.

It might be that the only thing I can do to help that Shima in Bangladesh is to never buy into fast fashion again. It is a small but meaningful effort not to feed a global system that causes so much destruction. It’s perhaps an easy thing to do for someone like myself who is not really that interested in fashion (to the general horror of my more stylish friends). This might be a harder shift for someone who loves to shop and buy new clothes frequently or a low income family shopping for clothing for their kids. In other words it’s easy to do the easy things. For me buying my clothes at consignment stores is the easy thing.

But, right here in Canada, in my own quiet suburb, there are people suffering from very solvable problems that I ignore quite on the regular because they are not so easy for me. There is really no reason I can think of for anyone in my region to go hungry. Actually, there is no reason why anyone shouldn’t be able to access delicious, culturally appropriate, sustainable, and healthy food that contributes to their’s and their children’s ability to not just survive but thrive. We have abundant agricultural land, a temperate climate, free irrigation in the form of endless rain, and access to a coastline. The only reason that this equality of food wealth does not exist is because those of us who already have these things have forgotten what it might be like to not have them (or have never experienced need). We forget the problem exists. I forget the problem exists.

In this case I need to regularly peer out of my “castle walls” like the prince Siddhartha Gautama (who later became better known as “Buddha”) so famously did and then be genuinely curious about the nature of suffering outside my personal boundaries of privilege and relative comfort. This for me is not the easy thing to do. I grew up not having enough money to buy the luxury foods I take for granted now and I like forgetting about that kind of life.

But this semi-conscious food poverty amnesia is souring the digestion of my organic yogurt at more regular frequency. With this recent food challenge I remembered what it was like to fret in an aisle over the cost of a food item.  With this food challenge I aim to remember a bit more every day and with every meal. In the end I think it will do me as much good as I could for anyone else because the pure act of living my intentions to be the change will resolve the conflict between theory and action that invisibly eats away at me in every moment these are out of alignment.


So the challenge continues. The first phase was to eat out of the cupboards and not waste any food. My goal was to drop our monthly food budget from between $800-$900 to $400. We easily achieved this. This next phase though will up the ante and continue at the same budget without relying as much on withdrawals from our cupboard “savings.” The catch is that I still want to make sure we are eating healthy whole food that fulfills the nutritional, taste, and time needs of our family while eating food that is respectful of the farmers and land it is grown on. Otherwise, I will be more likely to “forget” again and slip into old habits.

While I want to make sure that Shima and the local mother I know are not forgotten, I also want my son to grow up learning to apply compassion as a daily practice of joy rather than seeing it as a sacrifice he can choose to make when he feels like it. If he also develops a healthy relationship with food would’t that be a gift? Wish us luck!

freedom or security?

I wrote a list of pros and cons for two choices last night. The first choice is to stay at my current job; the second is to leave and focus more directly on activism and writing.

In the pros column for staying in my job there were a couple truly positive things. I enjoy my academic colleagues and when we do start and implement sustainability projects they are very rewarding. However, the rest of the items under “pros” for staying were all monetary, ego, and security focused. I have a leadership title at a prestigious academic institution that comes with respect but also a salary that provides me with the luxury not to have to think about money very often. Having grown up in a poor family with neither money nor prestige this does have value.

Included in the cons column for staying is a rising level of stress and anxiety, and a measurable impact on my health. A lot of this is due not just to work load, and politics in a bureaucratic institution that changes at a similar pace to the movement of continents, it is also, and more fundamentally, about the fracturing that has taken place as I have moved ever higher in management and am now rarely able to voice my true opinions and perspectives on important matters. I have transitioned from activist to administrator and although this is usually the course of social change, the shift of social issues from periphery to policy and practice, I find myself far less making change these days and far more enabling an institution to drag its heels.  As the need for “diplomacy” (read kowtowing) has increased and the ability to speak authentically and honestly has decreased I have felt my “self” being torn in two.

I long for more meaningful work. For work that allows me to be whole and true to my beliefs and convictions from 5am-10pm. There are too many important and gravely urgent issues to attend to (such as climate change) that require a great number of courageous people to give up some level of financial security and material comforts in order to have the space and the place to speak up and act out in a way that is congruent with the urgency of these current issues. I’ve come to a point of my life where I have done enough work on “the inside” and it feels time to unleash the change maker again.

On the “pros” list for writing and activism I found I had put the words “freedom”, “authenticity”, and “creativity.” I have always loved reading and language. I love the way a well written piece can make us rethink whole paradigms and in some cases (like the Bible) shift human culture for thousands of years. This is why in many countries where there is far less or no freedom that speech is limited and controlled and the press are not free. Those that want to control the mass public need control of individual brains and public thought. Ideas have power. Knowledge has a certain power. Information and transparency can be empowering. This is what I put in the “pros” column for writing as a new focus for my creative and professional energy.

The “cons” of leaving a secure and stable job for the obscure path of writing and doing communication work for social change are pretty predictable. The first is the look a incredulity and ridicule I have already experienced from well meaning friends and family. The assumption of failure in an “art” is essentially seen as the more rational view of things. One friend put it as “moving from making lots of money to making none.” Fair enough there are few millionaire writers.

But, as I push back, because I know that eventually I will be successful, I know in the short-term they are right. In my “cons” column is “lack of security,” “no perks and paid fors,” “no health benefits,” “no safety net.” For a 38 year old woman with a family and a mortgage these are pretty convincing cons.

But, as the eccentric and famously successful chef Francis Mallman says “You do not grow on a secure path. All of us should conquer something in life. It needs a lot of work, it needs a lot of risk. To grow and improve you need to be there at the edge of uncertainty.” So, while staying in a safe secure job would be the safe and secure option. It will not be a place for further growth because I know I need to go and if I stay out of fear I will always carry that cowardice with me like a heavy bag I can’t put down.

The last thing in my “pros” category for going back to my passion for writing and storytelling for social change is being in control of the rhythm of my life. As the title of this blog suggests this will allow me and my family to really inventory what is important (particularly in the material but also in the health categories) to us and to slow right down to a more natural pace. Focusing on working from home and working less will allow me to dedicate more time to my other major creative role in my life — motherhood.

I had a great conversation last night with a friend who is considering making the shift to full-time professional photography. We were talking about the risks, the need for safety nets, and our husband’s fears of the results of our potential failures. She made an excellent point though. She said that “the need for safety also stems from our desires of what we feel we want and need…we need way less than we realize to make life work” A lot of what we feel we want and need in life (housing, clothing, vacations, toys) is manufactured by comparison. We compare with others and we compare with what we have become accustomed to. It seems worth it to be brave and do with less in order to get so much more from taking a courageous leap and giving this one life everything I’ve got.



Meeting my maker self

My days are filled primarily with two things. Sitting in meetings and sitting at a computer writing plans and responding to messages. I would say my work is pretty important and that I have accomplished something meaningful in the last 10-12 years. I work at a public Canadian University and when I started out there was no formal sustainability program there. Sustainability wasn’t integrated into the governance structure, policies or culture of the institution. Very few people considered the link between the environment, society and the economy (sustainability) in their jobs at the University.

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the world is our backyard

I have always dreamed of having a big piece of property full of fruit trees, gardens, and open spaces. A place where my children and their imaginations could run free. Perhaps a part of this is the small taste that I had of this as a child on Lasqueti Island where for a brief time we spent our days on a 25 acre piece of wild land that was ours to explore.

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a journey to peace: 9 1/2

This morning I passed the 9 1/2 meditation hour mark. Six weeks of daily quiet. With the exception of the occasional day missed I have begun to weave this practice into my daily life. I feel its absence when it is not there. I notice the impact of a day made naked without the protective blanket that meditation has begun to wrap me. I no longer practice because I know it is good for me. I practice because I can no longer not practice.

I am beginning to rest more firmly into my intuition. I feel more confident in my own skin and in my own path. Because the air is clearer between my ears I can listen more easily to my gut and notice more readily my emotions and interactions with the world. I feel like I am standing on a stronger foundation and the beginnings of a formidable oak tree is taking root at my base and slowly but surely growing upward forming a firm but flexible inner core.

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