Today, as I walked in the woods, I was suddenly seeing all the leaves budding open as if they were little solar energy panels for the plants and trees–only much more beautiful and efficient than the solar energy panels we humans are able to make. We are in those weeks when the plants are waking up and starting their solar production once more. And our own celebration is to make a decision about solar energy, so that panels can be put on our roof as soon as possible.
Last week, we had a roofing company come to replace all the worn shingles, so the roof would be ready. Then we read solar proposals and asked questions, and tried to decide between some great local companies who are installing solar panels in our area. That was the toughest part of the decision. We also took into consideration the total life cycle environmental impact of the panels themselves, and that helped us to choose SolarWorld panels which are made in the United States, and score high on all measures of environmental accountability and worker treatment. Who knew there were so many factors to consider?
Meanwhile, my time has been very busy with church work, and I am sorry to have neglected this blogging. Yesterday, I preached on a topic related to Faith Climate Action Week, and found this quote by Gus Speth, a U.S. advisor on climate change:
“I used to think that top environmental problems were biodiversity loss, ecosystem collapse and climate change. I thought that thirty years of good science could address these problems. I was wrong. The top environmental problems are selfishness, greed and apathy, and to deal with these we need a cultural and spiritual transformation. And we scientists don’t know how to do that.”
It is good to be serving a congregation that is interested in such a cultural and spiritual transformation! They support the changes Margy and I are making, and many other families are also asking how they can lower their carbon footprint. We give each other hope and strength.

I am feeling an paradox today. I began this 

Last Sunday we contracted with movers to carry another load of stuff from our old house to our new house–stuff from the garage and the basement, including this pool table. Our other helpers had taken off the base, but it still took quite a bit of maneuvering for the guys to get the table out of the old basement bulkhead entrance. Then when we got to the new house, it got stuck in the bulkhead entrance here. It was just that much tighter.
Well, they pulled it back out, and then Margy and one of the movers got creative: they chipped and sawed away at the bulkhead framing, to make a little carve out, and finally, with only a small cracked corner, the table made it into the basement!
Advice from Mona Polacca, one of the Council of Thirteen Indigenous Grandmothers: “Know your water.” Living in the city of Portland, we have city water in our home, which comes from Sebago Lake before it is processed. So we share a collective responsibility for keeping the water clean. After being on a private well, it is a bit strange to get a bill for water, but it gives us a better consciousness of its careful use. (Unfortunately, Portland treats its water with fluoride, which has been implicated as detrimental for thyroid health. Something to explore for another day.)
I woke early in the morning, anxious about yet another radon test at our old house, as the rain was coming down and the wind was all stirred up. We’ve had two failed radon tests, before and after upgrades to our mitigation system. The other day, the mitigation folks were checking on why the radon levels had doubled after their upgrades, but everything seemed fine, and their instant test meter was showing no problems. They suggested that perhaps it was an anomaly, and we should retest.
Today, Margy and I took a break from unpacking at our new house, to join with over one hundred other people who packed the Maine Supreme Judicial Court hearing of oral arguments in an appeal against a 45 year contract for water extraction between Fryeburg Water Company and Nestle (for their Poland Spring bottled water brand.) You can find out more about it at
I woke at 5 a.m. to a cat scratching at a closed door, and decided I’d better get up for cat duty, so Margy could get some sleep. I was glad they were finally exploring the house. It was so upsetting yesterday to see how traumatic the move was for Billie and Sassy. We had started them off by sequestering them in the basement bathroom where their litter boxes will remain. Sassy went into the cabinet and hid there, and Billie huddled behind the toilet. Margy and I took turns being with them and letting them be alone.


Our house is filling up with boxes and more boxes, as another helper (Thank you!) came today, and we packed and packed. Then, she left a lovely dinner that I could heat up in the oven. Yum!
