First Harvest

Heather's Mona Lisa

For pagans throughout time, the first part of what we call August, was a setting for reverie, feasting and giving thanks for the abundance that surrounds us. Ironically, fortunes dwindle in the stock market, foreclosures are still surging and the only slow down is because of the banks getting slower in their processing times. Bad ink looks awful on anyone’s books, so they are not keen on admitting more scary news. I think that the whole charade is losing face. Cracks in the very foundations of capitalism are expanding rapidly as the public begins to see the multiple hands in their pockets for mere “survival”. The massive subsidy of a petrochemical based economy saddles us each with massive debt. The highway infrastructure that allows massive dislocations of goods and services from residential areas and sources of capital (money) have served to addict the average consumer to travel many miles, taking the lion’s share of income and a considerable amount of time for  transit alone. Instead of taking time to revere the Earth and Her bounty, we pour ourselves into automobiles to get somewhere else. Talk about a life out of balance.

Even if I were to pay off my mortgage, My taxes would remain over $200 per month. Meanwhile, housing alone requires me to amass $1,000 per month to lay my head down and stay sheltered in times of inclement weather. The suits who loaned me the money have no interest in helping me recover from staggering debt. I have tried working with my bank for years and they are intransigent. I could be renting more house for less money, be relieved of maintenance, and have money to invest if the market would only demand the home I have so lovingly crafted over the past ten years. We are one of the few families growing a significant portion of our food on site. We are in the first harvest, clearly, making pickles almost daily, feasting on broccoli, cabbage and salads that rival anything we could get at the store. I suppose as we come to the end of the petrochemical age, more and more will learn to feed themselves, but until then, we will suffer shock waves of pickpocketing by trucking companies, retailers and all those extra calories squandered in transporting food great distances.

I have recently been developing a plan to record talks or travel to speak to local groups about turning the corner toward sustainability. Many of the constructions that are being created to obscure the plain and simple truth about ecology and ethics are morally bankrupt and frighteningly hollow paper tigers at best. In a sustainable future, we will look back at this “scary news” as a depressing comedy error. Propping up shell companies and bailing out our failing institutions is only buying more time to screw up. I will make a statement now that many will have a hard time with, as you gain the insight of ages, you will hopefully come to see the truth which lies at the heart of the matter. Any “solution” that we can conceive with our minds is doomed to fail, or at least not improve our quality of life. In fact, as a great person has said before, we will have to be out of our heads to be in our right minds.” Agape love, flowing from the heart, directly to action is the only thing that ever paid dividends and in a sustainable economy, heart will rule the day.

No longer will the consumer be placated with the illusory word “jobs”, they will only care about working for positive change in the world. The challenges will be in areas far beyond those that corporate welfare can address. We will be demanding jobs with meaning and purpose instead of those that require elaborate shell games to extract wealth from entire communities, brow beat employees with imaginary threats of “plant closures” to eviscerate wages and benefits, or dangle the promise of jobs for tax breaks and concessions for new industry to locate in remote areas. The time had come long ago for us to stop this nonsense, but the powers that be were too shrewd to allow the conversation to turn. We now face calamity on many fronts, but we each hold the power to BE THE CHANGE WE WISH TO SEE IN THE WORLD.-Ghandi

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About otherfishwrap

One of the last of the Baby Boomers, I remember where I was when JFK was shot. Good story. Born during the Cuban Missile Crisis, my life has been spent studying, practicing skills and attitudes that reflect justice and the sanctity of Earth, Air, Fire, Water & Spirit. Trained as an educator, my life has been devoted to cultural development and social justice.
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