What a fascinating discussion; how do you find enough time to manage your plot, eat, sleep and follow the climate change subject in such detail tinamou? Judging by the times of some of your entries, maybe by not sleeping much?
Hi Paulo,
The answer re finding enough time, is that I don't.
It's actually worse than that. I suffer from chronic cluster headache combined with chronic migraine. That means, I have very severe headache attacks twice a day ( at the moment, sometimes as many as 8 times in 24 hours ) which are ten out of ten on the pain scale, equivalent to giving birth to a baby ( or so I'm told, not being female myself, I can't be sure ) for which I have to take lethally high levels of medicine to manage the pain. While the side effects of the drugs wear off, I can't do much, but I can sit at the computer and read and write.
This handicap, illness, has been with me all my life, getting more severe and frequent until it became a chronic condition every day, maybe 10 years ago, and there's no cure. So I live with it. My response is to turn a disadvantage into an advantage. Because I cannot 'manage my plot', instead of despairing, I let nature get on with it, just tweaking bits here and there.
This has given me considerable insight which I wouldn't otherwise have gained.
I think most folks are almost insane with their urgent desire to control and manipulate. One of my neighbours cannot bear to see a field hedge that hasn't been chopped and restricted down to a neat regular manicured barrier. He likes perfect green grass fields, with no weed or bird or molehill to disturb his vision. He wants everything on his farms to be organised, in a military fashion, totally subjected to his domination.
This is a kind of fascism. It's like totalitarian dictatorship. It's like the Victorian idea that children and servants had to be seen but not heard and be instantly obedient or subjected to a thrashing. It goes all the way back to Genesis in the Bible where God says humans are given dominion over all other living things. It's a cultural thing, and it's one of the causes of our demise and the destruction of the biosphere, the only place where we can live.
So, because I cannot exercise that type of strict control over my land, no choice, I let IT do what IT wants, and try to fit my own needs into that, causing minimal perturbation. So I have wild birds that will come if I call, I have wild rabbits that will feed from my hand, nature is not my enemy to be attacked and forced to do my will, nature is my lover, my sustainer....
That's all very very fine, but it's only what Aldo Leopold understood, long ago, 'Thinking like a mountain', and only what the taoists understood, thousand of years ago. There is NO figure in Western history of culture who symbolises a 'good' relationship with nature... well, maybe St. Francis of Assissi, but his followers soon wrecked that tradition... whereas, if you look at ancient taoist and buddhist art, there's paintings portraying their bodhisattva ideal, which depict hermits in the mountains surrounded by wildlife which has no fear of them. The whole of Western culture and history is a tale of cruelty, killing, clearing nature out of the way so that we can build an artificial replacement 'in our own image', and so we end up with a sterile bleak poisonous landscape of tarmac and concrete, neon lights and industrial estates and wretched housing estates and traffic noise, jets overhead car doors slamming, plastic refuse blowing in the wind...
I'm fighting back. I'm saying that a bluebell wood in spring is better than ANYTHING civilisation has produced. I'm saying I can't force people to stop destroying nature, I don't have the power, but I'm damned if I'm going to join in and help them.
Now, if that sounds all very noble and idealistic, it's not. I'm stuck in exactly the same jam as everyone else is, dependent upon electricity from the grid, and factories in China that make computers, and petrol for my chainsaw... I'm forced to compromise to survive. I get my food delivered by Tesco. I am not vegan or vegetarian. Animals die after rather miserable lives, so that I can eat. Seems perfection is unattainable, just like 100% certainty in science is unattainable. But I keep aiming in that direction and resisting the pressure that comes from the mega-machine we are embedded in.
I'm one old man with a disability. This place was supposed to be a community, and not long back there were 4 other adults and two babies. The couple and the babies gave up after a year, during the severe snow, it was too hard for them. The american guy had to return, because his grandmother died and he wanted to support his mother dealing with that, and will inherit some cash to get his own place. The other person will return in a month and hopefully live here thereafter. Single person permaculture, or self-sufficiency, doesn't really work, theoretically or practically, as Paul Kingsnorth says, he's exactly right IMO, I've added some comments ( wolfbird )
...but crucially depends upon building resilience both into real, geographical communities and into the human spirit; resilient human communities are the rock on which everything else is built.
http://www.dark-mountain.net/blog/Having got that all off my chest, I could say a lot more, and also reply to your other points Paulo, but I must attend to other things... maybe later.