Have you noticed?

We’ve started taking health back into our own hands. If you missed last night’s two-hour TV special, Escape Fire: The Fight To Rescue American Healthcare, try to locate a copy or find out when it will run again. Featuring Dr. Andrew Weil, he said, “I have argued for years that we do not have a health care system in America. We have a disease-management system—one that depends on ruinously expensive drugs and surgeries that treat health conditions after they manifest rather than giving our citizens simple diet, lifestyle and therapeutic tools to keep them healthy. Why? A major culprit is a medical system based on maximizing profits rather than fostering good health.”

Google the CEO earnings of the major insurance companies that insure most of us. They made between 10 and 19 million dollars each in 2011 in compensation. Under new laws going into effect, insurance companies have to pay out 80% of what they charge in actual insurance claims each year. If their gain is more than 20%, the people they insure get a rebate at the end of the year. So companies are raising their rates right now, some exorbitantly. There are states that prevent them from doing so beyond annual cost of living increases. New York is one of them. My state must be one of them also because my monthly rate went down recently. But if you’re in a state that has legislators who are scrambling to protect the obscene profits of insurance companies, your rates probably went up. Such a deal, right?

From our food choices to our active participation in medical decisions, we’re realizing that our bodies are ultimately ours to care for.

So, why would we abandon an intimate claim at death?

Sure, we have to let go eventually (none of us get out of here alive), but we don’t have to hand the rituals of dying over to strangers and pay exorbitant fees to do so (the average funeral costs more than $6,500).

It doesn’t make sense to me that about 70 percent of American deaths are handled by the paid staff of hospitals, nursing homes, and funeral parlors. The bodies of our loved ones are prepared for burial (often with toxic chemicals) by people who did not know—much less love—the person who died. Fifty and 60 years ago, my mother was a member of a group of volunteer women in the community who “dressed the dead.” Hair was fixed, clothing altered, and a loved one put to rest in their finest. The women also managed the flowers, driving them from the church to the cemetery, and afterward, orchestrated a meal. Now, those details are taken care of by people who didn’t know the deceased or the grieving family.

That’s why I’m paying attention to an emerging trend.

Alongside health consciousness, there is a re-awakening of our connection to the process of passing, and this final act is becoming more hands-on.

Am I making you cringe?

Stay with me. This is valuable stuff.

While it’s not exactly a welcomed discussion, especially when the event seems impossibly far away, it is one that can create a greater sense of comfort, connection, and preparedness when the time comes.

“A growing group of Americans are returning to a more hands-on, no-frills experience of death,” reports the Huffington Post. “In the world of ‘do it yourself’ funerals, freezer packs are used in lieu of embalming, unvarnished wooden boxes replace ornate caskets, viewings are in living rooms and, in some cases, burials happen in backyards.”

Elizabeth Knox, founder of a home funeral resource organization called Crossings and president of the National Home Funeral Alliance, offers nationwide trainings on do-it-yourself funerals and has written A Manual for Home Funeral Care, which can be downloaded for free on her website.

“There are people who get it and think it’s a great idea. And there are people who have been so indoctrinated to think a different way, a less hands-on way, that they can’t imagine anything else,” she says.

Photo by Steve Jurvetson (CC-BY-2.0) via Wikimedia Commons

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News flash!

In October, I wrote about a must-see movie in the works …

Remember? It’s called Girl Rising.

The title grabbed me right from the get-go, and the more I learned about it, the more hooked I became. It’ll be an experience that none of us will want to miss.

Girl Rising was created by the 10×10 global action campaign for girls’ education in order to share the extraordinary stories of 10 girls from 10 countries who are fighting to overcome impossible odds on the road to realizing their dreams of education.

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Repurposing.

I love that word. Repurposing.

I could ramble on …

(well, I think I have over the years),

sharing how many divine objets de junk

I’ve repurposed into things pretty, functional, and simply, way cool.

From cowboy boot flower pots and purses to t-shirt rugs and gelatin mold wall sconces,

repurposing is a process that not only births the banal anew,

it also satisfies a deep craving we have for frugality and make-do.

But, instead of jabbering on about my love of junk all day,

I want to share with you another little treasure I found.

(I admit, it’s brand new. But it’s ABOUT junk.)

I’m smitten with a little film that was artfully animated by a Russian cinematography student named Dina Velikovskaya.

Dina’s images express the junker’s passion eloquently,

without uttering one. single. word.

All it takes is less than 9 minutes to experience My Strange Grandfather:

My Strange Grandfather from Dina Velikovskaya on Vimeo.