The seeds were planted as my sister and I took over our father's gardens for a few weekends late last fall. Our goal, prepare the gardens for winter. I say gardens because there are two rather large areas that total anywhere from 4-5,000 square feet. We have two pear trees, two plum trees, three or four apple trees, two varieties of raspberries and blueberries.
We began digging things up that hadn't been moved in years, we pulled out post that previously held up beans and we emptied and moved the compost piles. Then the monster rototiller came out. Our wonderful neighbor came over, pushed us out of the way, and took over the battle of maneuvering "the beast" around the gardens 3 or 4 times. He has been helping my dad for years and made a comment how much easier "the beast" handled without the obstacle course.
Cover crop planted my sister and I began discussing the idea of planting extra and making it available to our neighbors. We were simply brainstorming and dreaming about gardens that produced enough food for several households. Little did we know our parents were going to announce our hair brained idea to the neighbors the next day at a luncheon. The response was immediate and favorable. Many of them are retired and loved the idea of having my son bring them fresh vegetables from the garden.
Holy cow, it was just an idea we were germinating. There was no business plan for crying out loud. I am already committed to my yoga studio and the Mindful Intent newsletter I couldn't possibly start another business. So we just decided to see how much grew and when there was enough we would send my son Brennan door to door. I began having conversations about selling veggies to the neighbors as a way to make some money for college. Yes I know he is only 6 (5 at the time) but I just don't think it's ever too early to encourage the entrepreneurial spirit. Was he hearing what I was saying, or was he simply thinking about STAR WARS and light sabers? Turns out, it was both.
Last Saturday it happened. I was at the sink doing dishes and my son came in and said "Mom I think it's time to pick the spinach. I want to sell some." I finished up and we went out to the garden, bags and scissors in hand. He held the bags while I cut and loaded. We filled three bags and decided that was enough. Brennan was ready to go door to door. I asked him how much he planned on selling them for, his response "$8". He wanted to buy...guess what...a new light saber. I told him $8 might be too much. He wondered if maybe $3 per bag was enough. I simply looked at him and he decided he would leave it up to the neighbors to decide. I thought that was a good strategy.
I suggested some role playing like his drama class in school. I instructed him to pretend I was a neighbor and to knock on my door. When I answered the door he asked me "would you like some spinach?". I said yes took a bag and closed the pretend door. He tried again, said the same thing and I took two bags and closed the door. At this point he is frustrated but laughing and said he would like to try again. I opened the pretend door and he said "Would you like to buy some spinach?". I asked him how much and he responded "whatever you think it is worth". He made his first dollar as an entrepreneur that day knocking on 8 doors. One person said no and the next happily bought a bag and the rest were gone for the day. He was thrilled with his new found wealth. He skipped on over to the neighbors and gave his buddy Allen (our neighbor that helps turn our soil, he is a gem) and then said the last bag was for his Nani and our dinner.
With a total of $6 burning a hole in his wallet, Brennan was dying to spend some. He attached his wallet to his belt (Luke Skywalker style) and we headed to Blockbusters for movies. He got cold feet once at the counter and said "I changed my mind you can buy." No way, I wasn't going to let him go back on his word of renting his own movie. Once outside he decided he wanted candy and would I get him some. I said "No, I'm not going to buy toxic waste. If you want it, you buy it." He took forever picking something out, and yes it was blue. It said real fruit juice...but toxic, tooth rotting nonetheless.
Brennan was sporting a funny look, then I noticed the concern. He wanted to know how much of his precious wealth was remaining. When I explained that he spent almost half of his money he said "I think I'm going to save at least half of everything I earn this summer." Music to my ears and a lesson learned about choices.
I've been coaxing Brennan into harvesting some more veggies. He doesn't seem to hear and then the other night he watered all on his own with me giving instruction and help guiding the hose. We were out until 9pm. I asked him how much he thought he should be paid for being such a good helper. He said he wanted one of those shiny dollar coins and we agreed.
This morning we got a text message order for some rhubarb. I picked it before leaving the house with instructions for Brennan to weigh and price. He made another $5. There is more spinach and now Swiss chard ready to be picked and delivered.
Don't be surprised if next year you see a sign at the corner of Roosevelt and Semanski announcing "ROOMANSKI GARDENS - heirloom tomatoes, starts, and fresh produce". I have someone coming by today to give an estimate on the cost to remove a 1,500+/- sq ft concrete slab. I am making plans to add more blueberries, raspberries and a new green house for my dad.
We have an old shed that would make an excellent chicken coop. It's just an idea that is germinating it might take root it might not. I like to have plans and to think about the future. I also know it's important to realize the plan can change at any moment. I don't get attached or overly worried. If it's meant to be then it will happen. I'll just coax it along.
June 16, 2009
June 8, 2009
A Vision for Enumclaw
I try to stay informed, up to date and educated about what's going on in my home town. Like many of you I don't make it to many city council meetings and only occasionally find time to watch the meeting via Internet. Let's face it life is hectic, busy and sometimes overwhelming. After all we have council members and committees to take care of all that as well as a mayor and city staff. At least that is what I would assume most of us think.
Well that's just not enough. It's up to us to know what's going on whether we like the people involved in city politics or not. I hear from so many people that they just don't want to get involved "it's the same old small town politics", "good old boys network" etc.... Enough is enough.
We do need to be involved, how else is the city administrators, council and committees going to know about our vision for growth. We don't have to agree with them and differing opinions can be down right irritating. Hey I'm in business cause I want to do things my way. I'd love nothing better than to write a letter or two and see my will be done. Unfortunately it's not that easy.
There needs to be a certain willingness to roll up the sleeves and get down to the unpleasant work of being uncomfortable going against the tide or current policies. Small towns are destroyed by lack of public involvement. Let's not allow that to happen to ours.
Perhaps my vision of a sustainable Enumclaw with CSA's, raw milk, agricultural education classes, animal husbandry and hitching post for horses right within our city limits is UTOPIAN and PolyAnna-ish. I don't care. That's the vision I have and in speaking with others the response seems to be favorable. Once the picture is painted it's fun to see the light go on in people's brains and hear comments such as "that's not a bad idea".
So why not go a step further and show up at some of the council meetings or maybe just right a note or two to the city council. The paper is always more than happy to publish letters and I'd love to help get word out about those bent on sustainability in our area.
Branding a community and drawing in tourism will only happen if we are able to create something different and at the same time realistic for our time and economy. Once that is accomplished, the marketing strategy is easy. We are a beautiful small town boasting close proximity to state and national recreational parks we also happen to have many of the few remaining dairy farms in King County. One of them located within our city limits.
Well that's just not enough. It's up to us to know what's going on whether we like the people involved in city politics or not. I hear from so many people that they just don't want to get involved "it's the same old small town politics", "good old boys network" etc.... Enough is enough.
We do need to be involved, how else is the city administrators, council and committees going to know about our vision for growth. We don't have to agree with them and differing opinions can be down right irritating. Hey I'm in business cause I want to do things my way. I'd love nothing better than to write a letter or two and see my will be done. Unfortunately it's not that easy.
There needs to be a certain willingness to roll up the sleeves and get down to the unpleasant work of being uncomfortable going against the tide or current policies. Small towns are destroyed by lack of public involvement. Let's not allow that to happen to ours.
Perhaps my vision of a sustainable Enumclaw with CSA's, raw milk, agricultural education classes, animal husbandry and hitching post for horses right within our city limits is UTOPIAN and PolyAnna-ish. I don't care. That's the vision I have and in speaking with others the response seems to be favorable. Once the picture is painted it's fun to see the light go on in people's brains and hear comments such as "that's not a bad idea".
So why not go a step further and show up at some of the council meetings or maybe just right a note or two to the city council. The paper is always more than happy to publish letters and I'd love to help get word out about those bent on sustainability in our area.
Branding a community and drawing in tourism will only happen if we are able to create something different and at the same time realistic for our time and economy. Once that is accomplished, the marketing strategy is easy. We are a beautiful small town boasting close proximity to state and national recreational parks we also happen to have many of the few remaining dairy farms in King County. One of them located within our city limits.
March 19, 2009
Who's watching over our natural resources?
Today I went to the Enumclaw library to vote for King Conservation Districtor supervisor. Lisa Parsons from http://www.mgrc.org/ asked me to get the information to as many people as I could. KCD is a very important organization working with virtually all municipalities within King County with the exception of a few. Enumclaw is one of those exceptions, along with Federal Way, Skykomish, Milton and Pacific.
As a resident of city of Enumclaw I was not able to vote on something I care deeply about. Which got me wondering...."who made that decision for me?". I was never asked if I minded my voting right being taken away. Did the Enumclaw city Council really vote not to participate? Did they even realize what the KCD election was all about?
How did all of this go un-noticed in a community that succeeded in keeping Nestle Water North America out of our water supply.
I encourage you to watch the KCD video http://www.kingcd.org/videoLarge.htm and then ask the City of Enumclaw to get involved and step up to the task of being better stewards of our natural resources. The issues the KCD board of supervisors assist with are important for the future managment of our rivers, streams and open spaces.
As a resident of city of Enumclaw I was not able to vote on something I care deeply about. Which got me wondering...."who made that decision for me?". I was never asked if I minded my voting right being taken away. Did the Enumclaw city Council really vote not to participate? Did they even realize what the KCD election was all about?
How did all of this go un-noticed in a community that succeeded in keeping Nestle Water North America out of our water supply.
I encourage you to watch the KCD video http://www.kingcd.org/videoLarge.htm and then ask the City of Enumclaw to get involved and step up to the task of being better stewards of our natural resources. The issues the KCD board of supervisors assist with are important for the future managment of our rivers, streams and open spaces.
November 30, 2008
Wealth and Community...
In this time of political tension with the changing of the guard in the American Presidency I feel a great desire to set it aside and consider what really matters; Wealth. Financial experts would claim that the true definition of wealth is " having sufficiant assets that would sustain you indefinately at your current lifestyle". Nice, but...
Let's bring it a little closer to our humble real lives. Wealth may alternatively be defined as, " The means to survive on ones own sufficiant to maintain safety, welfare and Joy indefinately ". I would be remiss to ignore financial security. But what if everything around our community collapsed and all we had was each other? History repeats itself, and even the most prostperous nations go through dark times and people suffer. Take the great land of Russia, once (albiet communist) a great 1st world nation, now a country full of poverty and saddness. The Great Depression in the US in the 20's, etc...
What if we started taking an attitude of Old America. The time when we had gardens, and those who didn't shared with neighbors who in turn would mend their fence. A time when the town doctor made a living through barter; heck a childbirth may fetch two chickens, a gallon of milk and a dozen eggs! The days when we met and got to know people and found security of like minded people. The days when late life care of the elderly was always assisted by friends and neighbors.
Today life is not agriculture based, and truly not all of us can find what we need locally. But imagine saving some gas money so that you could pay a little more to a LOCAL vendor, and by getting to know that person may inspire them to use your business or services. It was my discovery of a person with those beleifs that brought me to participate in the Plateu community, and as a result I found part time work in this here, consequently I spend money around town. I live in a nearby area where I pass on the same habits to shop the local hardware store, rather than the big box, I give away eggs and produce to neighbors. I do this all to gain the wealth of self sustainability, and community sustainatbility.
This could be a turn for the future to return to those old ways, tried and true. Just like any insurance policy, we may never have to use it for it's ultimate purpose in a catastrophe', but the peace of mind, and the goodness of it all will pay dividends and make us all "rich beyond our dreams."
Brian M. Dotson
Let's bring it a little closer to our humble real lives. Wealth may alternatively be defined as, " The means to survive on ones own sufficiant to maintain safety, welfare and Joy indefinately ". I would be remiss to ignore financial security. But what if everything around our community collapsed and all we had was each other? History repeats itself, and even the most prostperous nations go through dark times and people suffer. Take the great land of Russia, once (albiet communist) a great 1st world nation, now a country full of poverty and saddness. The Great Depression in the US in the 20's, etc...
What if we started taking an attitude of Old America. The time when we had gardens, and those who didn't shared with neighbors who in turn would mend their fence. A time when the town doctor made a living through barter; heck a childbirth may fetch two chickens, a gallon of milk and a dozen eggs! The days when we met and got to know people and found security of like minded people. The days when late life care of the elderly was always assisted by friends and neighbors.
Today life is not agriculture based, and truly not all of us can find what we need locally. But imagine saving some gas money so that you could pay a little more to a LOCAL vendor, and by getting to know that person may inspire them to use your business or services. It was my discovery of a person with those beleifs that brought me to participate in the Plateu community, and as a result I found part time work in this here, consequently I spend money around town. I live in a nearby area where I pass on the same habits to shop the local hardware store, rather than the big box, I give away eggs and produce to neighbors. I do this all to gain the wealth of self sustainability, and community sustainatbility.
This could be a turn for the future to return to those old ways, tried and true. Just like any insurance policy, we may never have to use it for it's ultimate purpose in a catastrophe', but the peace of mind, and the goodness of it all will pay dividends and make us all "rich beyond our dreams."
Brian M. Dotson
October 29, 2008
A few hours in Buckley
I thought I'd share a few Buckley businesses I dropped by this morning. I had a meeting to tour Cascadia (future review) which got cancelled and so I had some time to drop by The Hometown Restaurant for breakfast. I'd heard they sunk a ton of money into the renovation and I was pleasantly surprised by the transformation. They reopened in June after 6 months of construction. Not just construction but loving care and attention to detail. The entry is beautiful natural wood and they pealed the carpet up to reveal a lovely hardwood floor. Diane, one of the owners greeted me with a bright cheery 'hello, what can I get for you'. It definitely has that Hometown feel that I love. I tried the Malted Waffle and really enjoyed the experience. Not too sweet a little eggy, soft inside, crispy outside just how I like my waffles. I was brought a nice selection of teas, chatted with Diane a little more and left with a smile on my face and an intention to share the experience with our Mindful Intent community. The owners of this restaurant are definitely invested in the Buckley community and committed to sharing their love for people and food.
Next I headed over to Dell's farm supply. You know the one in the wonderful old historic building near the museum. How wonderful to walk inside and be greeted by Scruffy the calico cat. Steve Whitehead the manager and Torina were also there to greet me and fill my order for flax seed. The flax seed is for some eye pillows I'm making for Brennan's school mates. I stayed and talked for a while. According to my son I do too much of that when I'm out on my errands, and now he's doing it too. It's amazing the things you learn when you hangout for a few minutes with the local business owners. I found out that the current Dell's has been a feed store for decades and there is some debate as to when the building was put up. Some say 1909 and others 1919, no one really knows for sure because the records were destroyed in a fire at the Buckley city hall. I was tempted to stay longer and find out all sorts of things but duty to the studio and magazine beckoned me back to Enumclaw.
Next time your in Buckley check out the transformations taking place along main street and support our local businesses on the plateau.
Next I headed over to Dell's farm supply. You know the one in the wonderful old historic building near the museum. How wonderful to walk inside and be greeted by Scruffy the calico cat. Steve Whitehead the manager and Torina were also there to greet me and fill my order for flax seed. The flax seed is for some eye pillows I'm making for Brennan's school mates. I stayed and talked for a while. According to my son I do too much of that when I'm out on my errands, and now he's doing it too. It's amazing the things you learn when you hangout for a few minutes with the local business owners. I found out that the current Dell's has been a feed store for decades and there is some debate as to when the building was put up. Some say 1909 and others 1919, no one really knows for sure because the records were destroyed in a fire at the Buckley city hall. I was tempted to stay longer and find out all sorts of things but duty to the studio and magazine beckoned me back to Enumclaw.
Next time your in Buckley check out the transformations taking place along main street and support our local businesses on the plateau.
Discomfort
It seems that my last email caused a ripple of discomfort for some of our readers. I assure you that was not my intent. Nor do I plan on using this blog or the Mindful Intent magazine as a political forum. I must however admit that I am indeed skewed towards the liberal viewpoint. I own a yoga studio and I'm starting a GREEN magazine, of course my beliefs are a bit skewed. I loved reading Travis's letters in the Courier Herald. The post on the Courier Herald website were even more fun. As a business owner is it suicide to voice these views? In a small town such as Enumclaw it might be, in which case I've already made the blunder.
I'm sometimes oblivious how my comments effect people, and if you only knew the verbal blunders I've made, you'd never visit this site again. I ask that you accept my mistakes with tolerance. I truly do not wish to offend, but it's impossible to please everyone, and stay true to my own personal beliefs at the same time. One thing I will not be, is a hypocrite, yes I vote democrat for most things. If that goes against your beliefs I hope you'll resist the urge to unsubscribe from future email and continue to support this blog and e-mag anyway.
Many of you know that I live with my parents. If you didn't then yes I was one of very few who at the EHS 1983 class reunion stood up and said "I live in my childhood home". I also live with a very conservative father. Imagine the heated conversations we have at the dinner table. One of my best friends and her husband are also conservative.
In fact I had dinner with them Sunday night and watched a program called "The top 10 reasons not to vote for Obama". I had a great time, as I always do with this couple. We talked about the show, we disagreed and then agreed that we were skewed towards opposite ends of the moderate line.
We talked about Unions a little, cap and trade policies and Joe the Plumber. It was fun in my opinion. What ever happens in the election these are still my friends and my family. I would not be a very good yoga instructor if I did not accept and tolerate differences. I hope you will do the same....and most importantly I hope you vote. Either party, just vote and encourage everyone you know to do the same. Vote that is. Okay, that's it for this occasional political activist.
(This comic was sent by my brother-in-law after reading this post. I think he's a conservative, at least that's what his liberal leaning UW daughter tells me.)
I'm sometimes oblivious how my comments effect people, and if you only knew the verbal blunders I've made, you'd never visit this site again. I ask that you accept my mistakes with tolerance. I truly do not wish to offend, but it's impossible to please everyone, and stay true to my own personal beliefs at the same time. One thing I will not be, is a hypocrite, yes I vote democrat for most things. If that goes against your beliefs I hope you'll resist the urge to unsubscribe from future email and continue to support this blog and e-mag anyway.
Many of you know that I live with my parents. If you didn't then yes I was one of very few who at the EHS 1983 class reunion stood up and said "I live in my childhood home". I also live with a very conservative father. Imagine the heated conversations we have at the dinner table. One of my best friends and her husband are also conservative.
In fact I had dinner with them Sunday night and watched a program called "The top 10 reasons not to vote for Obama". I had a great time, as I always do with this couple. We talked about the show, we disagreed and then agreed that we were skewed towards opposite ends of the moderate line.
We talked about Unions a little, cap and trade policies and Joe the Plumber. It was fun in my opinion. What ever happens in the election these are still my friends and my family. I would not be a very good yoga instructor if I did not accept and tolerate differences. I hope you will do the same....and most importantly I hope you vote. Either party, just vote and encourage everyone you know to do the same. Vote that is. Okay, that's it for this occasional political activist.
(This comic was sent by my brother-in-law after reading this post. I think he's a conservative, at least that's what his liberal leaning UW daughter tells me.)
October 20, 2008
Faith: Red, Blue? Why Not Purple?
For the past few weeks I have been submitting articles to the Enumclaw Courier-Herald, in large part because of my interest in the 2008 elections, and the recent conservatism I have encountered since returning from my first year of college at the Art Institute of Seattle. It is not that I was under the impression that Enumclaw was the twin sister of the Emerald City in the way of political opinion (after all, I grew up here)—just that the opinions of our Republican-skewing residents seemed to be manifested in a way that made me wonder how factual their arguments actually were.
From the moment I submitted my first letter, I found the process a rewarding mix of both expression and mitigation. And while this platform generated a few conversations on the Courier-Herald’s online counterpart, it wasn’t until Jean Hoiland, creator of Mindful Intent, and thus this blog, contacted me about a possible writing position that I truly felt proud of what had (hopefully) been accomplished. That being said, let me start my inaugural post by saying how truly appreciative I am to be a part of the Mindful Intent team, and that I look forward to discussing my various opinions on political matters with all of our readers in the weeks and months to come.
There is a troubling aspect of the divide between the two dominant political parties that seems to have escaped unnoticed—or perhaps with little consideration—for quite some time. If anyone has visited the Enumclaw Courier-Herald’s website and read the comments listed below the published “Letters to the Editor,” they will know exactly what I am referring to. It’s this notion that liberals, those so-called “left wing nuts” have no right referring to themselves as Christians.
“Gov. Palin dangerous? Why? Because she is pro-life, pro-family, and a fiscal and conservative Christian?” As you can see, that quote—offered up by a frequent reader of the paper’s website—tries to tie my suspicions surrounding Sarah Palin’s judgment and readiness to serve to the fact that she believes in God, and instead ignore the two painful interviews she has so far been allowed give and her shameless stump speeches, intended to do nothing more than divide this country and stir up hatred.
“In regards to the use of the term ‘hate’. The left has mastered that quality. The hatred the left exhibits towards, conservatives, Christians and anyone that disagrees with them.” A quote penned by one of Enumclaw’s most printed conservatives, we are again reminded that we who lean left have no right belonging to the same religion as those who vote red, but instead should be delegated to the sidelines when it comes to the religious arena. After all, Jesus was a conservative, not a liberal.
There is nothing in politics more baffling, in my opinion, than the idea that those who skew Republican have a patent on the Christian faith. If I am not mistaken, there’s a certain bestseller, in print for quite some time now, which states that the only person whose judgment holds precedence is…what’s His name, again? I can’t…oh, yes. His name is Jesus. Interesting. How then, if you are the only party containing every Christian value in which we liberals are apparently so devoid, can you pass judgment on those who prescribe to a different political platform?
Let me make something clear: I am in no way trying to attack those Republicans out there who possess a deep faith in the Lord Jesus Christ, or those who may feel very strongly against abortion, and follow the Bible’s declaration that homosexuality is, indeed, a sin. And to give credit where credit is due, there are members of the conservative side that express their opinions with eloquence and grace. While I may disagree with their philosophies, I can, and will, respect those with differing opinions and religious preferences. What I do not respect, however, is the notion that because my ideas may differ with theirs, I am somehow a lesser man of faith. You want to attack my position on the war in Iraq? That’s fine. You want to accuse me of being a socialist who believes only in the expansion of government? Fair enough. But religion is where I draw the line, and I will not be bullied into the postulation that my faith is without merit.
From the moment I submitted my first letter, I found the process a rewarding mix of both expression and mitigation. And while this platform generated a few conversations on the Courier-Herald’s online counterpart, it wasn’t until Jean Hoiland, creator of Mindful Intent, and thus this blog, contacted me about a possible writing position that I truly felt proud of what had (hopefully) been accomplished. That being said, let me start my inaugural post by saying how truly appreciative I am to be a part of the Mindful Intent team, and that I look forward to discussing my various opinions on political matters with all of our readers in the weeks and months to come.
There is a troubling aspect of the divide between the two dominant political parties that seems to have escaped unnoticed—or perhaps with little consideration—for quite some time. If anyone has visited the Enumclaw Courier-Herald’s website and read the comments listed below the published “Letters to the Editor,” they will know exactly what I am referring to. It’s this notion that liberals, those so-called “left wing nuts” have no right referring to themselves as Christians.
“Gov. Palin dangerous? Why? Because she is pro-life, pro-family, and a fiscal and conservative Christian?” As you can see, that quote—offered up by a frequent reader of the paper’s website—tries to tie my suspicions surrounding Sarah Palin’s judgment and readiness to serve to the fact that she believes in God, and instead ignore the two painful interviews she has so far been allowed give and her shameless stump speeches, intended to do nothing more than divide this country and stir up hatred.
“In regards to the use of the term ‘hate’. The left has mastered that quality. The hatred the left exhibits towards, conservatives, Christians and anyone that disagrees with them.” A quote penned by one of Enumclaw’s most printed conservatives, we are again reminded that we who lean left have no right belonging to the same religion as those who vote red, but instead should be delegated to the sidelines when it comes to the religious arena. After all, Jesus was a conservative, not a liberal.
There is nothing in politics more baffling, in my opinion, than the idea that those who skew Republican have a patent on the Christian faith. If I am not mistaken, there’s a certain bestseller, in print for quite some time now, which states that the only person whose judgment holds precedence is…what’s His name, again? I can’t…oh, yes. His name is Jesus. Interesting. How then, if you are the only party containing every Christian value in which we liberals are apparently so devoid, can you pass judgment on those who prescribe to a different political platform?
Let me make something clear: I am in no way trying to attack those Republicans out there who possess a deep faith in the Lord Jesus Christ, or those who may feel very strongly against abortion, and follow the Bible’s declaration that homosexuality is, indeed, a sin. And to give credit where credit is due, there are members of the conservative side that express their opinions with eloquence and grace. While I may disagree with their philosophies, I can, and will, respect those with differing opinions and religious preferences. What I do not respect, however, is the notion that because my ideas may differ with theirs, I am somehow a lesser man of faith. You want to attack my position on the war in Iraq? That’s fine. You want to accuse me of being a socialist who believes only in the expansion of government? Fair enough. But religion is where I draw the line, and I will not be bullied into the postulation that my faith is without merit.
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