“… I am a bit wary of the conventional narrative about global warming, in which reducing CO2 and other greenhouse emissions is the top environmental priority. This narrative lends itself too easily to centralized solutions and the mentality of maximizing (or minimizing) a number. It subordinates all the small, local things we need to do to create a more beautiful world to a single cause for which all else must be sacrificed. This is the mentality of war, in which an all-important end trumps any compunctions about the means and justifies any sacrifice. We as a society are addicted to this mindset …
The mentality of war … is also the mentality of usury … As society becomes increasingly monetized, its members accept that money is the key to the fulfillment of any need or desire. Money, the universal means, becomes therefore a universal end as well … The pursuit of it subsumes the small or unquantifiable acts and relationships that make life truly rich, but that the numbers cannot justify. When money is the goal, everything that cannot be translated into its terms gets squeezed out.
… Environmentalism is reduced to a numbers game. We as a society are comfortable with that, but I think the shift we must make is deeper. We need to come into a direct, caring, sensuous relationship with this forest, this mountain, this river, this tiny plot of land, and protect them for their own sake rather than for an ulterior end. That is not to deny the dangers of greenhouse gases, but ultimately our salvation must come from recovering a direct relationship to what’s alive in front of us.”
Just noticed how close the words “soul” and “soil” seem to be.
In Hebrew the root word for man is אדמ “adam”.
The feminine version of that word is אדמה “adama” which means earth.
Unlike english the word for soul נפש “newfesh” does not seem to be directly related.
Years ago, for some years I had an escapist wish … to retreat from life.
Andreea lives in Cluj and is immersed in a life she is creating there on her own. While her intentions, which I experience as sincere, are to be a part of Bhudeva, her actions put her somewhere else.
So , for the most part, I am physically alone.
It is winter, and money is in short supply.
There are two incomes streams in the life I made with Andreea here in Romania. One is Cutia Taranului, which is practically dormant in winter (though this year there is a trickle, which is more than last year). There is also much less need for money in winter months at Bhudeva. The other is Andreea’s work … clinic, births, teaching, etc. That stream is, for the time being, not flowing into Bhudeva and being consumed by Andreea in the city.
In the last 2 years we’ve witnessed a precious change … our income streams covered our expenses (not withstanding sudden, large and unplanned expenses). Andreea’s departure from Bhudeva has set that process back … so though there is money in the bank, I am trying to live frugally so as to gravitate back to income covering expenses.
There are things I’d like to start doing (building a woodshed, reconnecting the hot water solar panel and building an insulated cover for nights so that I can start using it earlier in the sesason) which need a little money … but money is not available now. I can chop fire-wood, build some small things with wood that is stored, etc … but I am limited in what I can do outside.
So I spend more time inside.
Creating online is a tricky form of expression. I always have ongoing WordPress related work to do, mostly coding. There is also always potential to improve the information system that drives Cutia Taranului (all coding).
On the one hand it doesn’t cost me money to work online. On the other hand I don’t really enjoy doing it (coding). To be able to do it I need an inspiring and vital context that overcomes my objection to coding.
But, our internet connectivity is poor. And though I code on a computer server at home I depend on online reference resources – especially since I am in a constant learning curve (because I don’t code much). So when internet connectivity is interrupted or unpredictable (as it often is), so is my flow of work (which is already not smooth to begin with). So at best it is disruptive work which I have, for many months, tended to avoid.
My motivation to write is also diminished (due to other factors) though slowly re-awakening, but the poor connectivity doesn’t help that either. As I write these words there is a worried voice in the back of my mind thinking about copying this text to a local file for backup … because who knows what the connectivity will be like when I click save or publish
So, no online creating.
I am left with a day that is built around preparing myself for practice (feeding myself, resting, recurring chores … fire-for-warmth related tasks, animals, humanure, etc.) and practicing.
When the days were winter-short this was easy … as it practically filled the days. But now as the days grow long again, I awake earlier and there is more wanting-to-do coming to the surface … and more time.
… is a surprising twist in this period of my life, her visits here disrupt my retreat (though we are both consciously nourishing a core stability that I don’t want to disrupt and she wants to partake in) … and soon me visiting her will bring new information and vibrations into the mix … both leaving my solitary retreat and immersing myself in her rich and diverse world.
I feel that retreat is part of my nature … almost a defining quality of who I am … though I also feel that something is missing for a complete manifestation … the quality of me in retreat shines forth outside of retreat … when I am with others …
I wonder, though, about the nature of the place I have arrived at …
is it balanced?
does if nourish me or does it limit me?
will it be a long term quality or a temporary transition?
I feel I am at a junction of consciousness. I have a yearning to partake in and act in the world, yet at the present am very limited in my ability to do so.
Is the present a dysfunctional manifestation of my longstanding wish?
Is it protecting me?
Is it preparing me for things to come?
One thing is clear … retreat has manifested.
From Nafta Turns 20:
“NAFTA, which was enacted Jan. 1, 1994, is a trade agreement signed by the United States, Canada and Mexico that served to lower trade and investment barriers among the three nations …
The act was promoted as a way of stimulating the economies of all three countries — and creating jobs — by allowing easier trades …
A vocal minority voiced concern that the agreement would encourage U.S. manufacturers to move their plants — and their jobs to Mexico — where they would not be required to pay fair wages and would not be held to the same environmental standards …”
which is what happened … the agreement is aptly named … it benefits those who trade not those who make.
“These were very good jobs that we lost. Jobs that would allow home ownership. Most of these women didn’t see a point in attending college or even finishing high school because these jobs were so good,” Hossfeld said. “These were supposed to be cradle-to-grave jobs.”
Cradle to Grave Jobs – that really caught my attention and send shivers down my spine. That is a sign of past times … and of amazing progress … one or two generations ago that would have been a blessing, now, for me, and many others this notion is a curse.
A few days later I came across this … though not a complete view, in my opinion, it is facing in a direction I subscribe to: