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The aphids,
having sensed the weakening plants on a cool evening, have
arrived. You might not notice them at first, as you pick a few
beautifully green leaves of kale out of the garden, but turn
the leaves over or peek between the deep green folds and you
may find little pockets of grey and white: aphids gathering en
masse. They will stretch their hair-thin legs and stand tall
before becoming motionless on the spot, to live or die with
the group, according to your whim. It's gathering time.
Brush the
aphids off or cast the leaf aside and choose another. Bring in
that beautiful verdant bouquet to chop up with freshly-dug
potatoes, toss with lemon and chives, or blend into your
smoothie. It's gathering time for all of us.
Now that the
nights are cooler I find myself more often sitting with
friends enjoying a hot cup of tea and a sweater in the
evening. My husband's warm embrace is comforting instead of
stifling, and I feel like making stew, collecting up my
friends for a chat, and my children for evening snuggles.
In the
grocery store lineup I see people pile small mountains of
vegetables on the counter, and I realize how lucky I am. For
most of the summer, I eat from my garden. Having space and
time and desire to grow our own food is not just a great gift,
but a privilege. The ability to wander into the woods, pick
salal, oregon grape or mushrooms, and sit silently listening
only to the rustle of wind in the leaves is almost unheard of
for many people.
This week
I'll begin teaching in the city. The program I run happens
mostly in the open wilderness here at home, but city bylaws
and necessity for urban convenience mean that it will happen
in a small forested park, there. Most of the forest floor in
this park is bare, and littered with dog and horse poop, along
with human refuse. We can't go into the creek because of
course in such a small but densely populated location, our
impact would cause damage to the bit of remaining natural
creek. This is perhaps the downside of gathering: There are
just too many of us, and when we get together we overwhelm the
earth's ability to renew.
This year we
reached Earth Overshoot Day on August 13th.
Overshootday.org states that “Global overshoot occurs when
humanity’s annual demand for the goods and services that our
land and seas can provide—fruits and vegetables, meat, fish,
wood, cotton for clothing, and carbon dioxide
absorption—exceeds what Earth’s ecosystems can renew in a
year. Overshoot means we are drawing down the planet’s
principal rather than living off its annual interest. This
overshoot leads to a depletion of Earth’s life-supporting
natural capital and a buildup of carbon dioxide in the
atmosphere.” So we've been going further into resource debt
each year for the past forty, and where are we going to turn
when the well runs dry?
Our well ran
dry this year – in the way wells do on these rainforest
hillsides: it's a shallow well dug into a small underground
stream and the water level dropped below what we need to
sustain our household's daily usage. So when I say it ran dry,
that means one day the pump hit air, and our family panicked a
little. At the end of the day the well fills up again, but to
a lower-than-average level. We can still use water, but one
load of laundry means no more toilet-flushing for 8 hours; we
haul water around to fill the small pots we've planted beside
some shrubs and veggies and a new pump was bought and put into
the pond to water the vegetable gardens; we save laundry and
bathing for later, and save even the hand-washing water to
feed to our garden. This extreme attention to water usage has
meant an adjustment in our thinking, and although it was
certainly easier when the water flowed carelessly, I'm glad
for having to learn this lesson.
I think the solution to our global over-consumption lies in awareness. Not the kind of arms-length awareness we get from reading the news or signing petitions, but the kind of awareness we get from having our own little wells run dry; from having to shake the aphids off of our own home-grown kale, and feeling remorse at seeing the ravens take our prized blueberries. It's those small, but sometimes desperately important details that we become aware of when we trade some city conveniences for the great privilege of connecting with the land. This recognition may enable us to enjoy consuming less; to live for what we do have instead of what we can have, and to gather in our hearts and community, for everything that we hold is dear.
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