If you haven’t gotten to watch my TEDxSeattle talk, now’s the time. It’s a 14-minute encapsulation of the core messages of my new book, Blessing the Hands that Feed Us (Viking 2014)
Few Americans have experienced a blatantly corrupt political reality with a possibility that our achievements in civility and human rights could fly away like cinders from a hot, destructive fire. I was so glad to discover these clarifying guidelines for moral and mortal courage from historian and Holocaust expert, Timothy Snyder. I am publishing them here as an archive of instructions for citizens under repressive regimes – lest any of us needs them: Do not
Join me in unraveling my wild ride towards buying an old airport parking bus…almost. It started with Standing Rock – as many stories these days do. In August, the door of my heart flew open and the Standing Rock cause flew in. I went, delivered warm winter jackets, stayed to help sort them and support the medic team, and drove off with a seed of that remarkable community in my heart. As the weather chilled and
Guests last night couldn’t wait to tell me that their son, age 31, sent along profuse thanks for the idea of “the enough point” from Your Money or Your Life. It’s been a guiding light for him and he’s almost there. At one level, my passion for this money work is fishing people, one by one, out of the unconscious eddies of the consumer culture, liberating minds and lives from the spending and spending treadmill.
Waking up to Trump as President-Elect feels like waking up on 9/11 to unbelievable images of the twin towers crumbling. From our everyday concerns we-the-people were thrust into a range of passions and sorrows, assumptions and reactions we had little idea how to handle. We didn’t have Facebook back then, so we poured into lecture halls, stadiums and plazas to make sense not just of events “out there” but who we are “in here”. It
In 2000 Marianne Williamson asked many of us to Imagine our work “working out” by 2050 and write a chapter for the book Imagine. I’m posting my story here because I think we are IN the hard times predicted and it’s good to imagine what might be beyond this incomprehensible cultural cleansing we’re going through. Mind you, the story was written before smart phones, before everyone and her sister had a blog, before Facebook, before Amazon
Happily holding our banner in a downpour under the shelter of my Mary Poppins-with-bling umbrella, I begin my next career as an organizer of protests, pickets, demonstrations, and other such human installations for a cause. At 2 PM the sun was out. By 3 a chill wind blew up the hill from the ferry. At 3:45 I took my plastic lawn chair, umbrella and sign over to the sidewalk in front of Wells Fargo Bank,
First shot: a freeway cloverleaf at rush hour. Cut to foreshortened slo-mo shot of people in a generic city looking worried and harried bobbing down a sidewalk on the way to work. More shots of toddlers watching TV, teenagers taking Selfies, unemployment offices. This is the visual vocabulary of a degraded life in the consumer culture where there are no more brass rings of happiness on the not so merry money-go-round. In 10 seconds we
In just two months the Standing Rock Sioux non violent resistance to the Dakota Access Pipeline boring under the Missouri River has grown from a few Water Protectors in prayer and ceremony to 4 camps where well over 200 tribal groups and 10,000 people have passed through – and many are staying for the winter to keep the water and land safe and the pipeline from being built. As you may know, it’s heating up.
Reflection on a mid-September 2016 visit to Standing Rock where the Lakota/Dakota/Nakota Sioux are in non violent resistance to the building of a crude oil pipeline under the Missouri River, their main water sources, and across land where their ancestors are buried) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In September 2016 I drove from the Black Hills in South Dakota to the Standing Rock Sioux Reservation in Cannonball North Dakota with a large suitcase full of winter coats, blankets and
Do you have enough money? Will you ever? Are you making a living or making a dying? These questions posed in the first edition of Your Money or Your Life are just as fresh and in your face as ever. Does it need a face lift, though, to stay relevant for another generation? Take the survey to help us know the answer. In just a year Your Money or Your Life will celebrate her 25th
I’m happy to present to you this lighter, easier on the pocketbook version with a subtitle I like a lot more: Lessons from a 10-Mile Diet.
Let’s, on this Thanksgiving, reflect on whose hands we are blessing as we sit down to a meal. Perhaps we start with the hands of God or Gaia or the God of your Understanding as they say in AA. Just imagine. The amazing marriage of sun and seed that brings over a quarter of a million edible and medicinal plants species to us, not by the glory of agriculture but by the glory of the
Halloween, 2014 Our first 10-Day Local Food Challenge comes to an official end today – though any day is a good day for a personal local food challenge. Everyone’s experience this month counts. Those who did it. Those who started and stopped. Those who meant to but didn’t get around to it. All of you will get the final survey and we hope all of you will use it to let us know how it
Watch out team! I’m swimming in inspiration at Terra Madre. Here’s what I posted on the Food Day website (in the middle of the night because I’m so full). What do you think of it? I am at Terra Madre in Italy – a great place to be on Food Day. As a food activist I’m learning important ideas here about being effective. 1. Align with movements. I, like many Americans, start small groups because
How can you not love food when in Italy, especially when you are at Terra Madre? But something different is happening to me. Something less utilitarian. I’m “feeling” the flavors, because I am among people with reverence for food. For the thousands of different types of squashes and beans and apples and grains. This wheat versus that one. The soil, the air, the length of the season. I don’t really taste the difference myself –
Terra Madre is the biannual Slow Food Conference to build and connect the movements for good, clean and fair food … and I’m here for the first time. I consider it a pilgrimage of sorts, paying homage to the millions of people around the world who grow, process, distribute and defend real food and the hundreds of organizations that work on different slivers of the pie. so to speak. The opening ceremony last night stirred
To get these updates sign up for the Local Food Challenge mailing list] “A local eating challenge is a crash course in reconnection, putting us back in touch with the people who produce our food, the landscapes we live in, and even our own bodies. It is philosophy and politics lived out loud, a delicious demand for a new way of eating.” —J.B. MacKinnon, author, The 100-Mile Diet and The Once and Future World The