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3 Simple Ways to Save the World Right Now


We all know the mounting pressure: it seems like there’s a type of weight surrounding the average person, some kind of need to change, to make this world better for the next generation.

This pressure can be one of two things: an inky blackness which we walk around in, which we multiply by our own despair; or the call to deep introspection, to find our very individual and light-giving change as a gift for the next generation. Interpretation defines the difference.

But the shift into a new mode of life oftentimes can be quite difficult. When you break from the old way of living, tremors begin to happen not just in your physical or dietary lives, but in the deeper parts of yourself, your spiritual and mental lives. Many of these changes can be more intense than others, but my experience with change is that the best first steps are always practical.

Listening is key to any real change. Sensing the issue at hand, the quandary to be understood, and acting out of what is real. This is how humans grew from nature, how we have developed our minds and, in my opinion, how we will make this world better for our children and grandchildren. In fact, the more perceptive we are, the more aware of our bodies and the land we live on and from, the greater our powers and options for change will be.

The blessing of our world today is that many of the issues listed below are changed very simply on the consumer level. Simply opting for local companies cuts out excess transport fuel while typically increasing value. Companies like Amazon create a near instant demand-delivery system, and the network’s very wide distribution includes many companies doing excellent work to change this world for the better, the more natural. Avenues like these give me great hope that a blend of beautiful technology and the beauty of nature will create a truly peaceful future if enough participate.

Just remember: always give yourself space to shift. Whenever we make a change on a topical level of ourselves, something much deeper moves. Rest is important here, as well as daily meditation. Just be sure not to take things too seriously: I get the feeling humanity’s current pickle is due to a lack of humor anyway. These options below are all meant for your health, for where your peacefulness abounds, so does the natural peace of the world.

So just be chill, and change it all in stride.

What We Wear

The fashion industry is the second largest polluter in the world, according to this article by Forbes. The industry is beat only by oil in its wastefulness. Also, in places like the Middle East and Asia, where production of cotton is the main source of income for farmers, enormous amounts of water are used. In fact, one t-shirt uses as much water as one person drinks in 2 and a half years. THAT’S ALOT OF WATER. JEEZ.

The 2013 Bangladesh building collapse. Source:

Not only this, but industrial clothing manufacture can be incredibly dangerous for workers. The collapse of buildings has been very common to see on the news these last few years, and working conditions in general are typically highly unsafe and even abusive. Yet, what is not discussed as often is the high level of pesticides, destruction of the natural resources, and obliteration of cultural and environmental foundations healthy communities are founded on. And by the way, we feel all these things too: pesticides from raw material agriculture get into the water we drink, and contaminate our foods. Thought just food should be organic? Think again.

So how in the world do we opt into another way of being in relation to clothing? I mean, nudism past skinny dipping is just kinda weird.

The effective and practical solution is actually incredibly simple. When we buy, buy better. When we are done, give it away or recycle.

It’s incredibly interesting to me that some of the best clothes out there right now are actually made in a very responsible manner. Shops like Levi’s recycle much of the clothing their patrons bring back to the shops, and use organic and recycled materials in their clothes. Awesome brands like Prana (a personal favorite) and Patagonia feature large amounts of their lines that are organic and recycled. Typically they partner with land conservation and fair trade efforts as cornerstones to their work as well. There also is a large movement online of smaller brands and in-house shops making clothes from other clothes, or from discarded industrial materials. This company makes their stuff from recycled plastic bottles. Sounds weird? The Yankees and Portland Trailblazers use their stuff wholesale. The Trailblazers ain’t weird.

Source: me.

ALSO I recorded a video in which I unbox/”post-debox” the Sole Rebels shoes I ordered for Christmas. They are hand made and CRAZY comfortable, featuring an animal-free construction, recycled inner tubes and tires as key components, and the only WFTO certification of Fair Trade for a shoe company in Ethiopia. They check all the awesome boxes, and also offer products for people other than hippies (hipster yuppies..?). They also feature FREE SHIPPING, so check em out.

Donate! Recycle! Yeah! Source:

And when you’re done with your threads, find a new place for them instead of throwing them out. There’s about a half million people in the US who are homeless (and counting), and many are children. This winter has also been a record setter in many areas, and lots of people could use the warmth. Salvation Army and Goodwill provide jobs through the resale of donated clothing, and local clothing donation organizations do awesome jobs of making sure clothes are available for all.

Many brands are also doing really cool recycling programs. Madewell and Patagonia are owning with their initiatives, and even H&M is offering discounts on future purchases or store credit for used clothes. There’s lots of cool things happening in this industry, so there’s certainly hope to be had.

It’s the Food, Dude

Credit: Suzette Berger

So, this next part probably won’t be a shock to you. If it is, just hit up Netflix for the doc “What the Health.” Email me for digital Kleenex.

Alright, the bad news first:

As you’ve likely heard, our food production situation is bad. Like, really bad. Like, so bad our soil is falling into the ocean by the multi-acreage. When agro-expert and -innovator Mark Shepard (seriously, check this guy outcompares our Redwood forests with the Middle East’s forests of Lebanon, forests that are now desert, you know we are in trouble.

In fact, one of the worst industries in the world for the environment is agriculture. And most specifically, animal agriculture.

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Now, I know this is a touchy subject. Lots of people get worked up in this type of convo, and for lots of reasons. Yes, there is real and genuine logic both for the plant-only diet due to genuine compassion and for a meat eating lifestyle. In fact, we need grazing animals to heal the land, and livestock is just the ticket. However, I have to say that, after growing up working a deer lease in my ‘teens with my dad, I have cut out animal products from my diet and life near entirely.

Well, “cut out” doesn’t quite cut it as my mindset. I would say instead that I’ve moved into a mentality of abundance: I believe that there is more than enough for everyone on this planet, and the consumption of anything hurtful to anyone/thing else is simply unnecessary.

In fact, a massive part of my own story has to do with a drastic decrease in depression and anxiety, bodily fat and joint inflammation upon the switch to pure plants. I found my zits gone, the darkness a little lifted (it wouldn’t clear until the last tip on this post), and my life much more beautiful and clarified. I didn’t get saved, just simplified. And a lot of that process I trace back to my high school years on the deer lease.

Me and the old man out on a bird hunt. Alas, photo of the shot deer could not be found. I swear it’s real tho.

We worked hard 2-3 years to pull one buck. Ice, rain, blazing-Texas-mosquito-heat: we were there, driving fence posts and filling feeders, all for The One Take. That one buck would be skinned, butchered, and frozen to make literally a freezer and a half of cuts. We gave half to the food bank, and eat them all year. In fact, I still get a real thirst for fresh venison at times, especially in colder weather.

I considered that Real Meat. Meat you killed yourself, with your community, as a rite of passage. The rite kinda sucked, since the one deer we did get (oh, and I shot a hog. Lame.) took us literally a day and a night to clean and get in the suburban. And it was so cold, our fingers froze trying to gut it. Froze in the blood, mind you, with no processing shop open at 2 AM. Yup.

However, it was a rite. And it’s something I’m still proud of to this day, and grateful for having experienced. Yet, after That One Take, I think my meat eating days were numbered. A few years later myself and some friends had some serious talks and decided leaving the animal-eating way behind was a wise thing. It just didn’t make sense that we cared about humans, yet forgot about literally everything else on the face of the earth. And we were ahead of the curve too: “plant based” is one of the hottest phrases right now, and for good reason.

According to this article from Scientific American, “growing livestock feed in the U.S. alone requires 167 million pounds of pesticides and 17 billion pounds of nitrogen fertilizer each year across some 149 million acres of cropland.” GOOD LORD. This surely ain’t a deer lease operation. And with 795 million people in the world going hungry every day, couldn’t that land be better used for something as awesome and restorative as a natural or food forest farm?

So the solution: eat real food.

A large part of my quest this past couple years has effectively been to figure out what exactly Real Food is. And what I’ve found at this stage might very well be the map to the Holy Grail. It also might be exactly where I came from.

The cheeseburger years. Credit: Sam Groom

Throughout childhood I was fed excellent home-cooked meals my mom and dad made. She would make time-tested family recipes; he would grill the chicken, and try to grow backyard vegetables. However, with high school and the advent of my driver’s license I ate a tremendous amount of fast food. I was a cross country runner, and so was skinny as a beanpole. While I could burn tons of calories and stayed toothpick-y, I experienced serious repercussions from this diet: horrible sinus allergies and insomnia, deep depression and scalding anxiety plagued me constantly. The running likely saved my life as an outlet, though its true fuel only came about through the careful meals of my parents.

College saw me thirty pounds heavier in one semester. I kept eating terrible food, growing more energy-less and listless, more tired and terrible about life. Culminating in deep distress, wondering how to survive at all the coming years much less a university degree, I took firm action. I realized ownership of life, both of my own and the life of everything else.

This decision was not separated from others; in fact, one of the primary points of stress was how to live in a way that gave, not simply destroyed. And this is where I shifted to a mostly plant-oriented diet, and later on, to a locally-oriented way of eating.

Salad days. Credit: Art Ramseur

In fact, just this last fall I operated a food delivery service. A simple endeavor, I would drive to a large-scale Hill Country organic garden, pick up the produce, and deliver it to the doorsteps of neighbors. My revenue after gas was fresh food, but this alone lit up the lives of myself and family. Every other Friday was the family lunch: three generations together at one table. And my hauling this loot meant that all shared from the moment of my change in the dishes we were able to make and enjoy.

A diet based on plants is incredibly simple, and could quite simply change your life. By making a commitment to knowing where your food comes from (farmer’s markets make this tremendously simple, also food with
organic labels) you commit to the health of generations; by subbing in brown rice and beans (a perfect protein) and a fruit salad for red meat you literally save lives, including yours and your family’s, and your grandchildren, and their kids, too. All this, and the creation of community, lasting connection with the land, and an internal state of rest, knowing a good, serious step has been made.

All In Your Head

As stated in the introduction, the quality of our peacefulness determines the peace of the world around us. This is a very ancient, very powerful spiritual teaching: that the peace of the world is actually in our hearts, and the peace at the core of the world can be called out by our very lives, through this peace given naturally to us by our very existence.

Peace cannot be kept. Peace just is. It is in ourselves, it is the actual composition of the world. Without peace, this world would not exist. Without space, no newness would come into existence. Without the pause, the lungs could not shift to inhalation. And so on, etc, etc.

The beauty of real peace is that it has to do with rest. The parasympathetic nervous system is our system of “rest and digest.” This is the system that gets us our food, lets us be creative, and helps us just be, contented with life, initiating change in the quiet, fun, partying, meditative way with which natural, lasting change comes about. This state of being allows rational and gut change to occur as a natural way of life. Adapting is what we are good at as people. Perhaps let it happen in the products you buy as well.

So my recommendation for this subject: take some time to go for a walk, to be still in a natural place, to have a cup of tea with a friend. Have good conversations, go dance somewhere. Meditate, take life easy. The best work is done out of peaceful observation. Be that peace you want in the world.

And allow, without anxiety, the changes you need to move through you, like a gentle mist. Do not hold yourself, or any principle; instead, move with what clearly is needed in life. As a good friend always says: “take what you need, leave the rest.”

And a word on our planet: this land is very old. It is very wise. It has been through many shifts before, and it knows what to do.

One of the very wisest things we can strive for is a big, deep breath. Let the land rest, let our bodies rest, let our souls rest. This is how healing begins.


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This is a Coffee Cup (A Meditation on New Life)

This is a coffee cup.

Mr. Cup has been with me for over a decade. I painted this fella together when I was a but a young human, stuck in art class one blustery day in the Texas Hill Country.

The cup was handed to me intact, rough and unvarnished. I still remember the white walls of the classroom and how this color connected my memory with the cut linoleum floor, flecked with past paint attempts, with the unglazed stone of the cup itself.

My task was to bring something brand new into the world, a sort of color, some individuality, some aesthetic shaping to the thing. To instill a warmth, a vibration, a framework for the heart and mind to grasp what would be held so tightly for a sustenance of the body. But it needed a substance of the soul first, and that comes only with experience.

A Beginning

I thought about this cup now and again throughout my school years, used it to drink hot coco from on Texas’ spare chilly nights. My hot beverage drinking days were yet to come, and even then I would abandon the prescribed liquid to enjoy decaf teas. I’m not a wimp, just a little caffeine-particular, thank you very much.

Through various house movings, through changes in city, scenery, this cup continued to stay around. Stuffed with packing paper, jammed with care into brown boxes, yielding crates where other cups cracked or chipped, this one stayed itself, whole, unbroken, true to its own form. True to the form pressed upon it by a kid with eager hands and Goldfish breath. Truly gracious.

As I moved through the grades I naturally became forgetful of this cup. I would rush from and to home, barely taking time to breathe much less eat, or heat up some special liquid.

That time was far and away from me. The school days were those of survival:  4 am cross country practices with additional afternoon runs, weekend track meets, taekwondo practice, the occasional detention. First dates, skateboarding sessions. Deer hunting season, bird hunting season, a trip to see family.

And the sudden rush that, after each of those moments, a certain forgetfulness takes me. A certain lack of presence: a realization that the experience has come, has gone, has washed away forever from my body, mind, spirit. My self had been in the space of the event, but my soul had yet to fill it.

Myself at the Salt Lake City Capital. Credit Catherine Blakemore.

A Journey

It has only been in the last couple years that I have taken any time out of the day to be thoughtful and rest. Before that it seemed I collected stress like some do pennies, and this built up to an anxiety that, by age 22, I could barely function under. And with this ever-increasing weight came the softly slipping feeling, the deepening burden of forgetfulness: the stress of not being present in my own life.

It grew so much that a year and a half ago I broke down.

I found myself unable to continue with my university degree; I could barely cope with life. I stayed in my apartment for weeks, contemplating my existence and wondering what in the world I was going to do.

Only then could I see that my life had been a series of events in which everything I could have ever wanted was apparent. Yet, I had never created the space in which to receive any of it.

I was in a world of blaring TVs, headphones that disconnect us from the other, suburbs that mow down the beautiful land, food made with disgust, and attitudes that all this was normal or, at least, tolerable, something to accept, something I came from. And yet I wanted no part of it. In fact, I was mourning my lostness in it.

I retreated inward. I spent long weeks in solitude, pondering next moves.

Then, a realization: I had to accomplish one smaller dream in order to achieve the ultimate dream of a good life. Something that was basic, core to me, something I had always wanted to do. So I did the only sensible thing a 22-year-old kid with a midlife crisis (literally what a counselor said I was experiencing. At 22.) would do:

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I sold everything and hit the road.

I lived out of my truck and went everywhere I’d ever wanted to go. I met and stayed with crazy thespians in New Mexico, saw Earthships in Taos, slept under the stars in the Hill Country, learned to surf in California, and walked barefoot the salt flats of Nevada. My life was filled with deep spiritual encounters, late night conversations, free drinks. I was immersed in nature at Big Sur, enamored with the setting sun in Arizona, transfixed with the Native poverty at Four Corners.

But with the experiences came back the reality of growing up. With each beautiful thing there seemed to be another darker, mirrored thing which encountered me on my journey: Grandparents who had died from cancer much too early. My brother’s birth complications and endless surgeries. The death of a cousin. The depression and tiny attention span I had faced from early childhood; the disgust I had with myself for them.

There had to be some way for me to feel fulfilled, to be healed in life. I had taken the first step, now for something that would last.

A Return

I came back just a little bit healed, and wondering a great deal what to do.

Returning to family, I deduced correctly I needed to make true, inner health a priority. A new, intentional chapter was started: I began to institute a time of stillness every day. At least for ten minutes I would take time to breathe, relax, meditate, do yoga. Or enjoy a cup of tea. I made it my job to take care of myself, to create space in the Moment for Something Holy to come in.

And it’s worked absolute wonders.

Five minutes was what I started with. A tiny space within to rest and listen: to my body, to the natural world, to the divine life flowing through all. A tiny space that was filled with eternity.

With employment obligations, that five quickly became ten, then thirty. Yesterday, I clocked at least two hours’ meditation time. And I’ve never felt better.

Now, to clarify, it’s taken a year or so to get the discipline. I had to relax enough to know what I actually wanted and enjoyed in life, which is ironic considering the stressball I had been previously. I had thought that you had to force everything to get your dreams, but it turns out that the best work I’ve ever done has been in deep relaxation. And I get a lot more done, too.

Inner healing was placed as of primary importance as well. I decided to make it my personal job to unpack each painful memory of loss, depression, social awkwardness, self-judgment, to experience it in deep sympathy for myself, and to fill that space again with deep compassion, with deep love.

With mental clarity and peace increasing daily, I had energy to finish my degree, taking 27 hours my final semester to graduate on track. I travelled more, seeing New York City and Nashville for the first times, and took up film as an actor and director.

I developed the fortitude to work multiple jobs, often clocking shifts over fourteen hours long. I saved up enough, then quit. Now I am using this clarity and decisional benefit to pursue my dream of working online, writing, making videos, and podcasting. In fact, I finished shooting my first movie this last summer.

And I’ve literally never been happier.

It turns out that healing and the good life have to do with coming back to where you begin. Receiving good things has much more to do with tuning in and relaxing, allowing what is good to wash over you in perfect peace. The reality of this life is that we are blessed with breath, every second. And it is in that breath that we might truly find life. I believe this realization is the main work of a human soul.

This was the true work I was engaged in as a kid: creating something real, something joyful, something simple. Today, it’s how I think of a blog, or of a trip with a friend. But I guess what I’ll always relate it to was that original creation of color on the untested coffee cup.

And so, here I am, with my coffee (tea) cup, enjoying away. The color has been carefully stroked over the rough exterior, the glaze has been added. There has been fire, and with it a kind of toughening, a callous over the deepening variations of color. It’s got a few small chips; these make it better for the wear. This cup knows who it is, who made it, and what it is for.

And it does that job perfectly well.


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Yes, Christian Meditation Totally Exists. Here’s A Couple Resources to Get You Started


It could very well be said that there are only two eras in my life- Before Meditation, and After Meditation.

The primary reason I started meditating was to get sane. This sounds extreme, but I had made a resolution to finish college in as little time as possible. This meant taking 27 credit hours my last semester. Yes, you heard me right: 27 credit hours, over one year’s worth of classes. In one semester.

I deduced correctly that the only way I would come out of this meat grinder alive were if I took really good care of myself. I moved home and went almost all online, saving time and money by commuting twice a week for my only physical class. I also made my room a sacred space: only good, positive stuff allowed in, and always quiet.

Through my previous travels I had been given a deck of yoga cards by a friend, and I used them religiously every morning before my drive to class. This practice forced me to breathe deeply, to focus on one thing at a time, and to keep myself relaxed and in the moment, exercises which drastically reduced stress and even brought me a few moments of deep existential introspection. I ended up not only making it through the semester, but raising my GPA by nearly a whole grade point, and getting to the happiest point of my life up to that time.


Next came the post-grad months, where I travelled and worked lots of odd jobs to save for more travels. Inherent in odd-job-working is the drudgery of long, intense hours filled with high stress and low pay, two factors that can really squeeze the life out of a person. So, instead of quitting everything, I turned to meditation to blow off steam. While friends and coworkers were at bars till 3 am, then waking at 9 for another 14-hour shift, I was meditating, cooking my own meals, and getting mostly full nights’ sleep.

The results were immediate and beyond my expectations. I experienced powerful peace that ran deep within me, illuminating places within my soul I never knew existed. Previous to that I had had horrible sinus allergies-lame I know, but breathing is important- that hardly let me sleep, but simply by being present with the issues, I began to actually breathe and sleep way better. High stress had made me socially awkward and compensating through humor had made me exhausted; meditation left me feeling like myself and wanting to know more about my inner world. Many of these experiences I was having for the very first time in my life, and awakened in me was a profound sense of joy and gratitude. The single greatest aspect, however, was the effect this simple practice had on the near immediate eradication of depression and anxiety, two forces which had plagued me for most of my life, replacing them with kindness, self-assuredness, and genuine joy.

However, one question remained: how do I connect this to where I come from?

I enjoy mindfulness, and Buddhist stuff is really awesome. I mean, seriously, how could you not love Thich Nhat Hanh? But a step in my recent process of self-exploration (also brought on by meditation) revealed that connecting future goals with my past would bring about awesome spiritual fulfillment. Also, I was looking for a common ground to talk meditation with friends and family. But we’d all grown up in Bible Belt Texas. Isn’t “Buddha” another word for “Satan”?

Of course I’m exaggerating, but where had meditation been in the churches where I’d grown up? Where had basic centering practices been in the congregations and pews, sermons and Sunday school classes, chapels and hymns? Did yoga have anything to do with the Friday Night Football Lights? I racked my brains and could find no recollections.

So, as I did with the path to meditation, I turned to the Internet. O holy Internet, thank you for thyself.

Here, in the coded cathedral, in the hallowed halls of webpages and webinars, AdSense and Instagrams, I found some great resources to connect my present moment with a holy childhood.

For those of you searching for some connection in the way previously described, or simply for a deeper way to pray or enjoy Jesus, feast your ears. And they’re free. You’re welcome, and may the Holy Spirit be with you, dude.

Centering Prayer

I was able to find a group of centering pray-ers at a church (my Grandma’s) across town who were practicing a way of connecting with G-d called centering prayer. When I asked what it was, I got squints and some “I don’t know” s. So I showed up with a Thermos full of hot tea.

What I found was a group of very kind, listening, gentle people seated in a back room talking life and enjoying each other’s presence. The conversations were amazing, the faces friendly, and there were cookies. I’ve been back a lot. The fact that I’m the youngest person by about fifty years is actually pretty cool; it turns out that the sixties were awesome.

And the prayer itself, Good Lord. So much peace, so much clarity. I was able to find healing that was powerful, and this given freely in the centering silence.

So here’s a couple basics on the practice. The first is an explanation by Cynthia Bourgeault, the resident expert on the subject. Turns out she was taught by the (apparently) legendary Abbot Thomas Keating, who invented the practice in the early 70’s when hippies started showing up on the monastery doorstep, looking for the local ashram. Also, here’s the book, which is great. 

This second one is a basic guided meditation practice that’s one of my favorites. Simple and to the point.

Christian Mindfulness

To think again of Thich Nhat Hahn, Mindfulness is the basic practice of awareness, typically understood to be founded within Buddhism. However, the method is easily adapted to Christianity, especially where the Holy Spirit connection is concerned. The understanding of “being still in the presence of G-d” is also very helpful, as in this meditation below.

And here’s a couple favorite Thich Nhat Hahn books, just in case you’re interested. 

I hope these things bring huge blessing to you, as they have to me. And if you get a chance to connect with others who are pray-ers, or even meditat-ers, don’t let it pass you by.

Much love,