Showing posts with label climate change. Show all posts
Showing posts with label climate change. Show all posts

Sunday, January 2, 2011

New Decade.

An elderly Italian man who lives alone in New Jersey
wants to plant his anual tomato garden,
but its very difficult work as the ground's hard.
His only son Vincent who helps him
was in prison, so the old man wrote a letter to his son
and described his predicament;
'Dear Vincent,
I'm feeling pretty sad because it looks like
I wont be able to plant my tomato garden this year,
and you know what a sanctuary and pleasure that has been for me.
I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot,
I know if you were here my troubles would be over,
I know you would be happy for you to dig the plot for me,
like in the old days.
Love papa.'
A few days later he recieves a letter from his son;
'Dear Pop,
Don't dig up that garden!
Thats where the bodies are buried.
Love Vinnie.'
At 4 am the next morning the F.B.I and local police arrived
and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies.
They apologised to the old man and left.
That same day the old man recieved another letter from his son;
'Dear Pop,
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now,
that's the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love you.
Vinnie.'

Taken From an Insight Meditation talk called Loving the Earth
by Tara Brach:

Who then goes on to ask;
'What stops us from taking care of our earth
our body
our larger body
the source of our life?
What stops us?'



I entered this new decade re-listeneing to the talk I link you to above.
It takes 45 minutes,
as new years resolutions begin to become overwhelming and mere lists
and you're wondering
Where to begin, where to begin...?
Maybe
begin here
with accpeting what the situation is
and giving yourself more room to change.. . .






'By consuming unmindfully
whether its oil, the earths resources or meats
by over producing, by over consuming
we destroy life for future generations'
Tich nhat Han

Monday, November 23, 2009

FLOOD_FIRE_FAMINE. Does it ever stop?

22.11.09 10:45

Elwood general bucket store...
E>Dan

We Keep this bucket on the window because
when it rains it leeks in this corner.
While renovating earlier this year we fixed the ceiling
of all its leaks and swellings and
we were under the impression that our landlord was doing the same with the roof!

But no, in fact, when he climbs up on the roof with his shaky little ladder
he just moves tiles about to different places..
and now we have not one,
not two,
not three,
but FOUR leeks,
and after our big weekend down pour,
we now have a ceiling full of holes
and another set back to the Tea house!





22.11.09 10:31
Petty much if we dont
get roof fixed we're
fucked, the floor is like a
skate rink
E>T

T was away for the weekend
and being the weekend
I could not really get a hold of anyone.
My main concern was the unsealed part of the
new bench that has jut been put in.
Under srict instructions from Dan the Chippy
we were not to get it wet,
and it was wet!





The drips at first fell heavily into the buckets
and made a manic melody
but then as the rain got heavier the drips became a constant stream
and my job consisted of changing them before they over flowed.



But look how gorgeous the benches look with their new red stain...


I did call my friends dad, who works with timber,
and he was very calm when telling me how to dry the benches out,
which in turn made me feel a whole lot better about not wrecking all the new work.
Actually I also just needed council.



As I mopped away
I questioned why we were even bothering to do what it is we are trying to do.
Why not just throw in the towel and move on...

I was busy in the store today
customers streamed in like the water from the holes in the roof..

Yet in between mopping and changing buckets
I seemed to be hugged by many people over the counter,
I was capable but also carried.
We, the customers and I,
debriefed about how and why we chose to live in this urban environment.
How it's not always easy to break away from the status quo
or to fit in with it either.

I listened as people, I know only really over the counter, shared their 'stuff'
and on more than one occasion I held some ones hand, or was hugged,
or was treated with kindness
and concern.

I could say if I wanted to,
that I wanted to cry,
that I was disappointed,
that I was frustrated,
that it was funny,
that I didn't always know what to do,
or
that I did know what to do,
and thanks,
and its o.k, and yep, this is life...

and then in the middle of the choas
I held my friend Kate's very new new baby 'Willem',
me with a new born, a tiny tiny thing.
He was crying at first, and I had the inertia I have with all babies,
I thought, 'Shit, I dont know what to do here to make it stop'
but then I just held him high, up close to my chest
and I whispered things like,
' its ok, yo keep crying, you're just letting us know where you're at'
and I walked calmly about with him in my arms
and I kept serving people
and in all the choas, tiny wee Willem stopped crying.

Just before I passed him back to Kate,
I looked at this little little human
and realised the part in me that wanted everything to be o.k for him
was the point.


That was my day at work today.