I finished listening to Bill McKibben’s Eaarth“. The next book on my iPod was “The Ecotechnic Future“, and the one after that was “Doomsday (Endworld)“, but I felt I’d had enough apocalyptic reading matter for now, so am listening to Alexander McCall Smith’s “The No.1 Ladies’ Detective Agency“.
I enjoyed the end of “Eaarth”, in which Bill presents some ways to cope with life in our uncertain new world. It boils down to “live local”, which embraces everything from farmers’ markets to rebuilding a sense of community. And he advocates the use of the internet (ideally running on your domestic solar-powered electricity) to cushion the landing from our current over-stimulated lifestyles, and to save us from going nuts at the neighbours. All seems very sensible to me. Best of the old with the best of the new.
In fact (apart from the internet bit, although that could be included in “community”) it echoes the words of the Hopi Elders, which led to my own awakening in 2004. I’ll quote them here:
“You have been telling the people that this is the eleventh hour. Now you must go back and tell the people that this is the hour. And there are things to be considered:
Where are you living?
What are you doing?
What are your relationships?
Are you in right relationship?
Where is your water?
Know your garden
It is time to speak your truth
Create your community
Be good to each other
And do not look outside yourself for the leader.
This could be a good time!”
Wise words. Not much I can add to that. So I won’t.
Today was the calmest conditions I’ve seen in a while, so I seized the opportunity to do some boat maintenance. Various lockers have now been mopped and cleaned, and rearranged so that precious food supplies are kept well out of harm’s way, i.e. out of saltwater’s way, at least as much as is humanly possible on a rowboat where nothing is more than inches from ocean.
I even tackled the dreaded hot chocolate locker. Not just one, but two, bags of hot chocolate had disgorged themselves. It took several bucketfuls of water liberally laced with eco-friendly detergent to clean the chocolatey goo off all the bags and jars of food, and to clean the locker itself. By the end I, too, was liberally coated in chocolate. Not as much fun as it sounds, given lack of suitably attractive partner (or any partner, come to that) to lick it off for me.
Mileage was dismal. Adverse current sent me 10 miles backwards last night. Valiant rowing failed to recover much of the distance lost. And tomorrow the wind will also be against me. Boo. Still, at least I have a clean boat.
Thanks for all the great comments, covering everything from solving world poverty to chocolate-cleaning techniques. The poverty question is an interesting one. I will ponder.
Quote: “Courage is the price that life exacts for granting peace” (Amelia Earheart, quoted by Karen Morss on marmalade jar label found in hot chocolate locker today)
Sponsored Miles A number of miles from an anonymous donor.