13/05/2025
A film about hope and how we can flourish in difficult times. Worth watching and will perhaps make more understandable what I have written here and why there was a garden at my home in Downs Road, and around and next to the flats in Long Meadow Way, in Hales Place. I am a speck; we are all specks, but we can achieve things we didn't even know we were doing.
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It was recently the International Permaculture Festival of Ideas online. Although registered I didn't manage to attend during the zoom sessions (due to Covid, other stuff) but the links were provided for people to watch the recordings of discussions, films etc. That film was in there. There are loads of these projects happening around the globe. At 3:30am tomorrow morning I've set my alarm so I can join a "campfire " talk and discussion with a permaculturist whose focus has been going to places on the planet where disaster has occurred and rebuilding via permaculture ethics. Along the years, permaculture education has been growing outwards, from those who could do design courses to them flowing it on, and on. A big focus by some was refugees and those hit hardest by colonialism. Others are focusing in Western countries, creating community at grassroots, in areas such as those affected hardest by capitalism. I am a speck. I never managed to do the complete design course, only part of by offering to assist someone who had done one (taught by Bill Mollison) teach her 1st course done for free so she could hone her teaching skills. I lack a lot of skills, still have much to learn, and had times when I struggled to put meals on the table for my kids when they were growing up. But have somehow worked in spreading what I have when I could, which I saw last Spring inspired someone to go create a community garden on land where a secondary college is. It isn't totally smooth sailing as a change in principal was to someone who didn't comprehend it how the previous one did. They lost a section of the garden. But students are engaging, (plus food and ideas and support shared) and they still have a considerable area left. I showed Petra what I did know and she has gone beyond that. Seeds planted.
I know what the Machiavellian monsters do. They can wipe it all out with the touch of a button or via their media etc divide us from the shadows. But still there are these specks spreading seeds of hope, coming in to do so where damage and destruction is. It keeps the flickering nearly extinguished candle of hope in my heart, spirit and soul alight. The meek shall inherit the Earth. The common people are the salt of the Earth.
With love,
Diane aka the green lady
(wounded and damaged too, by experiences during my life, but being in gardens helps me in more ways than one) 💐 🐝 🦋
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