Here is the Global Eco Show. I embedded it this time. Hope ya'll like it.

Presenting...My first mini-documentary. I went to Vegas for fashion week and interviewed the designers. My intent was to find out what they were using, what they were designing and what were the challenges they were facing. We all need to support companies like these. I can't wait until eco-fashion is in every store. Seriously, I haven't bought clothes lately becaue I can't bring myself to buy conventional stuff. I will need to go to Buffalo Exchange until there is more eco-friendly clothing availble.

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http://www.current.tv/watch/172591132

Thanks,
Trista

    I’m trying, I really am. As a newbie in the effort to lead an eco-groovy life, I’m a little intimidated. The more I think and research about being green, the more overwhelmed I get and I realize how much there is to it. Every single thing I throw in the trash now screams at me “what are you doing, I’m recyclable!” Although the feeling is a little different, I can’t help but be reminded of my Christian upbringing and the guilt driven choices I made all in the name of fearing God and reaching immortality. I’d kneel by my bed and pray to a far away God with dramatic fervor not so much to strengthen my relationship with him, but to ensure my loved ones and I a safe trip to heaven should something terrible happen to us overnight. Deep down inside I was a good person and I knew that, but I had a sneaky adventurous side. I lied to my parents about where I was going, made out with boys, went to parties every weekend, and snuck into concerts. Praying and going to church was supposedly the pathway to feeling better about myself for being bad. But the more I went to sit in the stale church, singing ugly hymn songs and reciting passages from a book I felt no connection with, the more distant I felt from the God of this religion. I went through most of high school and college a non-believer but a seeker of truth, wisdom, and something that made more sense.
    My trip to in Nepal, the summer of 1998, changed my life. I signed up for a 10 week ecological hike through the Annapurna circuit of the Himalayan mountains. On day 3, we started ascending through an immense valley. About 800 feet up, the clouds parted and the valley floor and tall peaks surrounding us became visible. I literally fell to my knees, took a deep breath, and started to quietly cry. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing with my own eyes. Just a month before I was in my cultural ecology class watching the slideshow and dreaming of visiting these exotic lands and now with the encouraging help of my loving parents, I had climbed into the slides and was walking in flesh and blood amongst one of those exotic places. The pristine beauty was so monumental, so unlike anything I had ever imagined, I was overcome with emotion. At that moment I believed in God, my God, creator of the earth and master of the universe with whom I now realized I could connect with through nature. This experience planted the seeds for my true spiritual path. Not one which I feared my god, but one in which I yearned to be at one with him and his creation, worshiping, nuturing, and most importantly preserving. My church is his earth, my prayers are my daily thanks for the air I breathe, the healthy body I’m in, the people I love, and the ability to use my gifts to serve him.
     It’s taken many years to figure out how I can help the environmental movement and I’m still cultivating my newly discovered path. As I’ve always said throughout my life thus far, “I’m gathering my tools.” Now, I feel it is time to bring out my tool kit and start doing something about my sadness, compassion, love, and anger towards humans and the earth. I am striving to turn my passion into something creative and positive. I still get little tinges of guilt because I haven’t done everything I can and I still throw plastic away and drive my car. I still occasionally fear a Jolly green giant might reach down from the sky and squash me for using plastic cups and plates. For the most part however my actions and choices now come from a place deep in my heart, a very real and true place that I haven’t always listened to, the place that knows the right thing to do.