I do want to clarify a couple of things though: Firstly, that when I said that I felt like moving to the country would be copping out, I meant that for me, and only for me. One of the problems with blogging is that my posts (& thoughts) are a natural progression of the last four years of blogging and I forget that you aren't in my head and for the most part, haven't read the rest of my blog. I'll have to do a better job in future of making my position more clear, LOL. Anyway, I'll just say here that I feel very strongly that because something like 80% of Aussies live in urban areas - and that urban dwellers are the direct and indirect cause of (probably more than) 80% of greenhouse gas emissions - there is a huge need for those 'in the know' to show that living lightly and sustainably can be done in urban areas.
Secondly, when I spoke about people beginning to speak out now, I didn't in any way shape or form, mean to discount enormous value of the people, like Sonya and Linda, who have been slogging away 'at the coal face' so to speak, for many years now, training people in permaculture, setting up Transition Towns and so forth - I consider them/ you to be part of the 'first wave' of "doers"; the real pioneers.
Finally, I wanted to share an awesome poem by Marge Piercy, the last stanza of which Linda included in her comment on my last post. I think it's relevant for all of us...
The Low RoadI wanted to email you personally Linda, but I couldn't find an email address for you, so instead I'll say here, thank you, not only for 'getting' where my motivation lies, but also for believing I (we) can make a difference. Your book (The Permaculture Home Garden) and Jackie French's Backyard Self-Sufficiency were the first two books I ever bought, some years ago now (ahem), which weren't 'standard' gardening books and to say that they changed my whole concept of a backyard would be an understatement :-)
What can they do to you? Whatever they want. They can set you up, they can bust you, they can break your fingers, they can burn your brain with electricity, blur you with drugs till you can t walk, can’t remember, they can take your child, wall up your lover. They can do anything you can’t blame them from doing. How can you stop them? Alone, you can fight, you can refuse, you can take what revenge you can but they roll over you. But two people fighting back to back can cut through a mob, a snake-dancing file can break a cordon, an army can meet an army. Two people can keep each other sane, can give support, conviction, love, massage, hope, sex. Three people are a delegation, a committee, a wedge. With four you can play bridge and start an organisation. With six you can rent a whole house, eat pie for dinner with no seconds, and hold a fund raising party. A dozen make a demonstration. A hundred fill a hall. A thousand have solidarity and your own newsletter; ten thousand, power and your own paper; a hundred thousand, your own media; ten million, your own country. It goes on one at a time, it starts when you care to act, it starts when you do it again after they said no, it starts when you say We and know who you mean, and each day you mean one more.
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