Notes in the time of Corona

Two Years On from the last post already, and this one is decidedly more personal, meandering and aspirational.  That’s what feels practical now, as we wait and plan.

I am incredibly fortunate to be on this beautiful island while many others are less fortunate and in acute states of suffering.  Yet the Covid-19 situation is just one aspect of our current existential crisis.  Despite our daily illusions, it’s plain to see that the dominant exploitative paradigm has endangered not only our atmosphere and our ecosystems, but our mental health.  As the human economy’s artificial constructs break down the earth’s wild animals are enjoying greater freedom and safety.  The human suffering cannot be calculated and I feel the sadness everywhere.  Yet in hopeful moments I imagine a Phoenix rising from the ashes of false economies.

Maybe Covid-19 will be seen later as a precursor event leading to more sustainable systems, like decentralization of local economies and more transparent digital systems.  Perhaps harder to imagine: New systems would all be created and lead by smart non-corrupted scientists and specialists.  People who aren’t in the pockets of big corporations, but working side by side for the greater good of all, including Nature.

Vandana Shiva and other shunned spokespersons for ethical Earth Based value systems and fair business practices will start getting credit for their wisdom and sensible ideas.  Earth Centric Economics and Agroecology knowledge will roll out into the mainstream of consciousness, where people couldn’t imagine being without their kitchen gardens.  Wouldn’t it be great if Seed Freedom and Food Democracy weren’t catch words, but became realities?  Perhaps a new time in which Gaia is no longer ruthlessly exploited is being born!?

But how do you reprogram a species so bent on destruction, so greedy for more symbolic wealth that it has destroyed the very systems it depends upon?

Alienating effects of humanity’s hubris have made us stupid.  This manifests as greediness and needless fears, continual damage to our earthly systems and an endless inability to cooperate (wars).  Western narratives falsely alienate us from our Biome.  Insects and spiders are often painted with the same broad brush “It’s a bug! Kill it!”  (Exterminator consciousness)  To me this is no different in essence than the profiling that leads to ethnic cleansing.  Entrenched negative biases against huge parts of our Biome cause the cultivation of negative subconscious narratives in most humans, who sadly don’t know better.

Anti-nature messaging is continually exploited in advertising and threatens any possibility we may have to truly and broadly cultivate harmonious relationships with our natural world.  You must cherish what you seek to protect.  Peoples of most of the cultures alive on earth today have enormous reprogramming work to do.  We start by reviewing our own biases and fears.  We seek to cultivate a quiet mind.  It is a journey in which one never arrives.

Kundalini yoga practice is helping me reach deeper to continue to grow.  Grief is still my teacher.  Acceptance remains a vehicle into the unknown self.

During the heart meditation for transmuting the world’s suffering, one bears the sign of the sacred Mauna – putting fingers into the shape of a pyrimid, pointing up.  Fingers fold to guard each side of the Mountain.  Connecting the heart mind and solar chakras, one imagines taking on the suffering of others, transmuting pain in the heart, and then beaming loving compassionate energy back to those who need it.  It’s deeply uncomfortable taking on the suffering of others – and yet one should not avoid it.  Having the courage to do this practice is said to help cultivate greater compassion.  It seems that by identifying more deeply with the suffering of others our prayers become stronger.

For more on Mindfulness, I recommend Pema Chodron’s book, When Things Fall Apart.  It is about the path of the Bodhisattva.

I meditate, yet I am a pragmatist in the world.  Even if one doesn’t aspire for Bodhisattva status, one is still obliged to do one’s best. ‘Just do what you CAN do’ was a favorite slogan of an old friend. In taking that to heart, please remember to do everything possible to stay healthy, and not be paranoid.  Don’t spread the pain.  Try to be sensible, but also tolerant and kind.  Hurt people hurt people.  Remembering this when we are triggered helps us to operate more compassionately and creatively.  And the best advice I ever gave still stands: “Get out there and grow some food!”

Boats are Wonderful Things

PS.  May 19, 2020;  I am no longer engaged with boat sales activities of any kind.  Some may ask, ‘Why the heck did you get into something so different from farming and food systems in the first place?”  Actually I’ve had a lifelong interest in boats and what they represent in beauty and metaphor.  As for benefits I could work online, liked the concept (Pay on Performance) and the leadership seemed sincere re. assuring transparency and quality; but a myriad of factors made me not profitable for them (and me).

Also, as a former front line customer support person for the nursery, Four Winds Growers I provided daily customer support for their flagship product: Dwarf Citrus. I really missed interacting with customers in a support capacity and this job filled that missing piece while giving me a chance to learn more about boats. (But it also made me sad because it seemed like a lot of boats are sold because of bad times or hardships.)

Thanks, POP Yachts!  I honestly did my best for you!  I am looking at this more as a learning experience than a failure.

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And it’s interesting that this post follows earlier query precipitated from my old friend and colleague Kathy Thompson-Kilts‘ post on the same tired topic of inequality.  Why are people poor?  Well, there’s also the question, why are people rich?  At this point in my spiritual journey it feels like Karma is real and most of the time we can’t tell how we fit into the big picture.  You probably can’t see it all from here, so the rest takes a little faith.

I postulate that humans are naturally prone to feeling empty and lost (not good enough, shamed, etc) and so we often strive to disprove this inner pain, through accumulation of wealth, or things that represent wealth (I’m OK).  Simply that old compensation thing.  So, we buy ‘toys’: pontoon boats and houseboats, speedboats and wakesetters, motoryachts and megayachts.   People with big First World problems tend to have fancy boats and horses.

And why do people buy boats?  Boats represent all kinds of important things in the human psyche and in the Collective Unconsciousness.  There is much to explore there for me personally.  That’s where this will be going for awhile…

For now I just want to put out there that this new venture of helping sellers and buyers of boats come together and make deals is the next passage in my spiritual (and hopefully also economic) growth.

I like helping people solve problems.

Sadly some long time boat owners are forced to sell as their needs change, and they are often disappointed to discover the ‘buyer’s market’ reality.  I feel their pain.  Letting go is hard.  Change can really suck sometimes.

And I’m looking now at Boats as another category of the great teachers that can show us more about life and work and meaning.

Growing through grief and praising the urban food movement

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(photo credit: Kenneth Byes)

<Orchard Sigh>   This photo was taken in a beloved orchard of around 20 citrus varieties, some specimens over 50 years old.  This place of production and respite has long since disappeared for high tech greenhouses.  Change rocks your world and you look back to happier times, missing old orchards.

A habit of planting trees wherever I go can be explained by my lifelong awareness of our mortal condition.  Even with that knowledge, I feel crushed by the loss of a parent – someone who made a difference – and it’s making me think back to what I have done of significance –  if anything.  To me it seems, most significantly, I grow plants.  Perhaps my propagating habits will rescue me from regret in the end.  ‘Live Long and Propagate.’

<Portable Plants and Tolerant Crops>   Like a goldfish in a tiny bowl, trees that are constricted in a pot will be limited in growth and production. And so my potted plant collection continues to exist, awaiting a permanent home for unrestricted growth.

It is a testimony to their greatness that plants will withstand such confinement.  And, as with domesticated animals, the great industrial vegetable crops (tomatoes, corn, beans to name a few) withstand immense stressors and pressures to provide high volumes of uniform product.  It’s truly amazing.

Despite the violent successes of industrial agriculture, I am more encouraged by the energy and persistence of food democracy advocates and the ever growing Organic food movement which promotes better alternatives for a well fed and peaceful world.

<Growing Local Food Systems>   It’s all about education and celebration of our powers as individuals who can make change locally.  We are moving to a more decentralized and locally integrated model of food production and consumption.  I’m excited that today’s urban food movement is waking up new generations of citizens about taking responsibility for growing and securing local food systems.

Local community gardens, School Gardens and activist organizations like  Judith Yisrael’s family farm in Oak Park are enriching and popularizing the urban food movement.  Besides producing great veggies, it creates opportunities to strengthen ties and build community.  In an age of big data and kids lost in digital space, I can think of no better way than gardening – to help them ground their energies in the real stuff of life that makes all things possible.