stuff and more stuff

"Our enormously productive economy...demands that we make consumption our way of life, that we convert the buying and use of goods into rituals, that we seek our spiritual satisfaction, our ego satisfaction, in consumption...we need things consumed, burned up, replaced and discarded at an ever-accelerating rate."

Victor LeBow, Free Enterprise:The Opium of the American People, 1972

I just moved into my housesitting job for September. I've been doing a lot of that over these past 12 months, kind of a modern study in nomadic culture. When I was in Mongolia in 2002, I was amazed at the concept of the yurt and moving every 4 months. Little did I know that I'd be having a similar experience in my own not too distant future!

In preparation for this pilgrimage, I let go of most of my "stuff" with care, keeping only the things that really mattered to me. Want more insight into your attachments? Have a yard sale! I hovered over the books like Meryl Streep in Sophie's Choice. My face recoiled in horror as an excited shopper planned to use my framed Chihuly prints to showcase his Batman comics!

Even after all of the letting go, I was still left with a lot of "stuff", which is now strewn across the country in various safehouses awaiting my next domicile. (Hopefully that will happen soon, as I am wearying of the constant movement of this extended road trip.) One thing about carting your stuff around is that you will really start to pay attention to what you use, what you buy and how much it weighs!!

I never considered myself a "materialistic" person--though how could this really be true--let's face it, I was born and raised in a culture where consumerism is the fundamental religion. Nevertheless, I always said I didn't get the shopping gene and tried to keep things relatively simple. So it's been somewhat of a shock to see all the stuff I've still been carrying around. How much I use, or more accurately, don't use, as I cart my belongings between house stops. I'm not advocacting for a commune mind you, but there is something to be said for sharing stuff. It sure does cut down on the use of resources and the need for disposal.

But that would throw a wrench in the system and then what would we do? Annie Leonard spent the last ten years researching The Story of Stuff and her 20 minute documentary is simplified, but worth watching. http://www.storyofstuff.com/

Take a look around at your stuff. Try for a month to be conscious of how much you actually use, appreciate, touch. What does it mean to you? What would it mean to let go of it? What would be left? Or what would fit in the gap left behind?

Berry Good

My summer adventures in Western North Carolina continued this weekend with a field trip to a most succulent destination: berry picking at The Long Branch Environmental Education Center in Leicester, NC. http://www.longbrancheec.org/

This fertile and fruitful oasis was found 35 years ago by eco-visionary Paul Gallimore and his wife. Long before the organic and raw food movements were a rumble in the tummies of green farmers (and a ringing in the register of green marketers), Paul was steadfastly and quietly nurturing 1600 acres of organic berry patches, apple orchards and gardens. He's recently compiled his experience and wisdom into a tome called "Healing Appalachia".

The not-for-profit center charges a minimal fee for harvesting the fruits of the earth and provides as little or as much eco-education as you can digest during your stay. Hosted by volunteers like our guide, Steve, a 20-something nutritionist whose glow and enthusiasm practically bellowed "I'm high on healthy!", you can almost feel the antioxidants doing their magic right on the spot. (I felt a twinge of guilt about the decidedly non-vegan north carolina bbq I'd eaten with gusto the night before. But boy oh boy, was it good!)

I wandered in awe with my bucket as I took in the abundance of nature's generosity. The berries were bursting from the bushes, full and juicy from last week's torrents. I could hear the "thump" of apples falling from the trees, ripe and full. The center will be pressing cider soon in an attempt to use up some of the bumper crop. We buzzed from bush to bush like bees, gathering some, nibbling some, our fingers sweet and faintly blue.

And yet in the midst of all this abundance, I felt some sadness too. How is it possible that there are people right here in Buncombe County, not to mention Africa, South America and Asia who go to sleep and even die hungry? Nature's way is the way of abundance, not for the sake of productivity, (can you imagine the berry bush anxiously awaiting it's performance review?) but for the sheer joy of it. How can we as humans be have a grace to receive that goodness? And have the courage and creativity to be a channel for it. There is, as economist Jeffrey Sachs and others assert, no tangible reason that poverty needs to exist. http://www.earth.columbia.edu/pages/endofpoverty/index

Could it be true? Is there really enough--more than enough--to share? Looking at berries spilling over my countertop, I want to say, to know, the answer is YES!