Juggling and Olive Trees
I agonise over all sorts of odd things. One of these is the value of protesting. Does it make a difference, or is it a politically pointless form of virtue signalling? I honestly don't know, so figure it's better to do it as it doesn't hurt me and just might do some good. Making a lot of noise sometimes normalises a position that originally is viewed by the community as weird and indefensible. Hence hanging out with Posy and her buddies at Friday's Strike for Climate Action.
The big thing for me is attempting to live a life in which my public views are privately lived out. I don't get this done perfectly. Some days I don't get anywhere near it. But I am trying to live as if I actually believe what all those posters boldly proclaim.
It is the Spring Equinox here in the Southern Hemisphere. Well, yesterday, technically. A good time to plant seeds of change, both literally and metaphorically. Periodically I like to visualise my version of the Good Life. What could it be like to live a a truly local, joyous, wild life? How to fit in more community and friends and family and good food from the earth, and less things that nobody needs, and less busy work with more storytelling, music and juggling?
So this is what I am pondering during our equinoctial hail storm today. What do you think? What is your version of the Good Life?
Mine includes the two baby olive trees I planted in pots this week. One day I will be stacking jars of homegrown olives in my pantry, and bringing them along to potlucks with all the friends and poetry and juggling..