So starting from the fact that we're all aware their is big trouble on the horizon for the world.
How much of what we do is enough? What do you have to do in order to be satisfied you will be leaving a world set to support your children through their lifetimes? When should you stop working for a better world and relax with the people you love (if your work doesn't include them)?
I don't know, but looking at the way things are going, I would say we could still take it up a notch!
Monday, June 29, 2009
Saturday, June 06, 2009
A scary climate vision
I've just finished reading Greenpeace's Climate Vision. It's the organisations vision for stopping anthropocentric climate change.
The scariest thing was the figures - emissions need to peak by 2015 and sink to 0 by 2050. 0, that means NO C02 emmissions. This is to stop the worst, not to save everything.
What I appreciated though was their directness in showing on page 16 that we might actually have to change our lifestyle in order to bring about these decreases. It's pretty clear to me, and I think anyone who thinks about it for any serious length of time - we cannot go on living like we are, if we don't change, we will be forced to.
The scariest thing was the figures - emissions need to peak by 2015 and sink to 0 by 2050. 0, that means NO C02 emmissions. This is to stop the worst, not to save everything.
What I appreciated though was their directness in showing on page 16 that we might actually have to change our lifestyle in order to bring about these decreases. It's pretty clear to me, and I think anyone who thinks about it for any serious length of time - we cannot go on living like we are, if we don't change, we will be forced to.
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
What thoughts?
I wonder what the dreams and thoughts of the person that cleans rental cars is. As they sweep out dirt from all over their home country, do they imagine the stories behind it?
The leaves and pollen and damp from when a careless tourist left the window down during a sudden cloud burst atop an ancient hill,
The small stones from a rough beach which pressed into a couples skin between swims as they drank the setting sun together on a beach talking about mythical beasts and scared tourists,
The mud from a hurried and careless stop for a toilet break in between honey ice-cream and airplane enforced deadlines,
The pet hair from a borrowed cat that belonged to a busy woman and was caught between being loved and wished away by holiday makers caught up in orange juice breakfasts and using-up-the-left-overs dinners,
The soil from mountain trails that led to waterfalls of inspiration and healing and waterfalls of tears over the death of a family member not on this particular holiday,
And maybe though they never noticed it the, tiny bits of animal faeces that worked its way into grooves of shoes that took owners to make all to brief acquaintances with the animals of the cleaners country,
Do they feel their country has been turned to dirt by foreigners too rich to care that this dirt is their landbase, or do they rejoice that this dirt represents new dreams fulfilled and experiences won?
The leaves and pollen and damp from when a careless tourist left the window down during a sudden cloud burst atop an ancient hill,
The small stones from a rough beach which pressed into a couples skin between swims as they drank the setting sun together on a beach talking about mythical beasts and scared tourists,
The mud from a hurried and careless stop for a toilet break in between honey ice-cream and airplane enforced deadlines,
The pet hair from a borrowed cat that belonged to a busy woman and was caught between being loved and wished away by holiday makers caught up in orange juice breakfasts and using-up-the-left-overs dinners,
The soil from mountain trails that led to waterfalls of inspiration and healing and waterfalls of tears over the death of a family member not on this particular holiday,
And maybe though they never noticed it the, tiny bits of animal faeces that worked its way into grooves of shoes that took owners to make all to brief acquaintances with the animals of the cleaners country,
Do they feel their country has been turned to dirt by foreigners too rich to care that this dirt is their landbase, or do they rejoice that this dirt represents new dreams fulfilled and experiences won?
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