This just in from CNN: We are still reporting that we seem to have almost nothing to say.

As if there is nothing to speak about…



A fragile and beautiful thing …

Absolutely worth the five or so minutes it will take you to view.

“No degrees Fahrenheit” – a tale for winners, losers … and the rest of us

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In memory of Alan Watts.

You’re out are walking in the woods, when snow begins to fall. Lovely at first, you walk on, delighted by that magical feeling that happens when the sky is white and alive with motion, the fresh feeling on your face as each flake lands. The sky fills and the and flakes fall more quickly, and you walk on as the winds pick up. Soon snow hits with more force, each touch, no longer a caress, but just a bit of a bite.  “Hmmm… probably that storm on the way.” You turn to retrace your steps, only to find your footprints have been covered by a blanket of fresh snow.

Wind and snow begin to obscure your vision as the storm grows. Cold begins to bite a bit harder now: first your cheeks, then nose and ears.  You can feel your heart pound as your breath quickens along with your pace. You turn again and then again, in search of a familiar branch, a bend… something to point you home.

How could you have done this? An experienced hiker, you’ve been in these woods so many times. You know so well how quickly nature can turn.  Winds howl as the blizzard rages around you.  The temperature drops. The more quickly you walk, the more hopelessly lost you become, the colder and weaker you grow. You fear … and for good reason.

Then, ahead, as if from nowhere, there appears to be … no, not home, but something… just up ahead.  A cabin. If you can just manage to make your way.

Every step is a battle with the wind and snow. Practically blind, each step brings you a bit closer. Until…. You reach for the door and push.  Out of the cold grip of what might have been the end. Inside.

It feels unreal. You scan the inside of the cabin.  Food and water, and lots of it. Blankets on the bed. Firewood stacked high next to the hearth.  Your panic subsides, as you give yourself permission to begin to feel your exhaustion.

Nature rages on outside, but for now … safe. You breath more easily as you stack wood in the fireplace.

When you move the lit match toward the kindling, you hear it.

“I’m sorry, but you cannot light that fire.  We seem to have run out of degrees Fahrenheit.”

Okay, what!? Run out of degrees? This story just ‘jumped the shark,’ as they say. Quality of the prose aside, it just got nutty.  You can’t run out of degrees Fahrenheit (no, neither Celsius nor Kelvin).  After all, degrees are not ‘real’ in the same way water, food wood, or matches are real. You cannot hold or touch them … or place them in a fireplace.  The ‘degree’ is not heat; it is a symbol for heat, a way to measure and speak about heat. Only in the wackiest of worlds – only in the wackiest of minds – could someone mistake a degree for heat itself.

I used to teach an introductory economics class, sometimes to very young children, sometimes to older students and adults. These days , if it is taught at all, it would likely go by the name “comparative economics,” a look at the various ways people have tried to organize themselves to create material wellbeing for their societies.  I say again, “if it is taught at all.”

One of the things that always surprised me was how difficult it was to have older students see what elementary students could see right away; that money was not actually the thing anyone wants. People want the things that money stands for and allows them to have.  Just as degrees are a symbol for heat, money was not, in fact, value, but a symbol for it.  As it turns out, it was’t just my older students.  Quite a few adults have that same difficulty; some of them are economists.

“Okay, but that’s silly,” they say in just that dismissive voice you can imagine, if you have ever sat through college economics courses.

Well, you can’t eat it.  It does not last long enough when you burn it to generate any significant heat. You can’t grow food on it, or build a house with it.  I suppose you can prop up the end of the couch with it, if the leg falls off. But it’s not really the stuff you want.  You want what it can get you. The new house, the sumptuous meal, the trip to Hawaii, the new couch, the car… those things.  Money is a symbol that entitles you to do those things… IF.

If you are in the right country. If you are speaking to people who want it. If whomever buys into the agreement that these pieces of paper, coins, ‘credits’ count. Which is why it is so difficult for so many of the very youngest people to understand poverty and how older people respond to it… or, more accurately, don’t.

The other day Forbes’ annual list of billionaires came out. True to form, media outlets the world over reported the results as if they were the box scores of the latest ball game. ‘Bill Gates, back on top again, squeaking past Carlos Slim Helu by a mere two billion.’ (Yes, it is at least ironic that Slim’s name sounds like he is a ball player.)

The magnitude of it all can be staggering. In fact it oughta be.  For instance, one family – the Waltons – are said to be worth more than the poorest 40% of the American population.  The wealthiest 100 families own more than the lowest 60% of Americans.  At the upper ends, these numbers transport people from a conversation about wealth to one of desire.   “Can I afford … _____” gives way to  “What do I want?” And at the lower end? The words “poverty” and “poor” do nothing to reveal the crushing, skin cracking, urine soaked existence that millions endure.

And why?  Why must they endure it? Well, obviously because there isn’t enough ‘money.’  There is enough food.  There is enough shelter.  There are enough beds and clean sheets.  “But you see, there just isn’t enough money.”

When you’re very young, the foolishness of this situation (and the response) is obvious.  The poor in America do not need money, they need the things that money stands for: food, clothing, shelter from the cold and wet, clean water, toilets.  All of that is there.  There in abundance.  All there, and available in quantities such that supplying it to those in need would not cause one iota of lack for the Waltons, any of the other 100 families, anyone on Forbes’ list, or any of the so called 1%.

So tell me… why can’t they have it?

California’s water … worth a thousand words


Between 70 and 80% of the water used in California (some figures go as high as 85%) is attributed to agriculture.  Of that, the majority is used to raise animals for food, a highly inefficient use of our water.

… and you tell us take shorter showers? Flush less often? Hmmmm…

Drought from Space

Meaningful work … one shovelful at a time

Digging a hole

These days I do a lot of digging. Sometimes in the garden. Sometimes to fix the septic system. Sometimes as a first step in building.  

One of the things about digging… I find quite a few surprises. They feel important.   Hard clay gives way to softer soil then rock. It takes quite a bit of focused attention to chip my way through it. One small piece at a time. Sledge hammer, digging bar, pick. The going is slow, and I just know it’s going to carry on like that until I get where I need to.  But then, soft soil. I didn’t expect that.

No, I suppose it isn’t something to which many aspire. But there’s something in it that feels like it makes good sense. Like it’s teaching me something about this new life. You see, retiring wasn’t actually about stopping.  More like moving on to the next thing. A third act. Something meaningful.

Poet, David Whyte reminds me

‘Start close in,
don’t take the second step
or the third,
start with the first
close in,
the step
you don’t want to take.’

That’s the thing about digging.  I can’t repair the drain pipe before I dig six feet down.  It happens one shovelful at a time. No matter how much I want to build the deck, unless I dig holes for those footings, I just can’t. I will plant that new vine, but not until I dig my hole deep enough.  Start close in, start with the first step, not the second or the third.

“Retiring” was certainly not intended  to mean “retirement.”  More like seeing if there is a next adventure. A next chapter. Meaningful work.

After spending so much time at the center of a community, it’s hard to see close in.  It’s hard not to mistake another’s question for my own. And that’s it.  That’s the thing about digging. You have to start close in. The first thing, not the second or the third.  The step you don’t want to take.

One pound of beef … six months of showers: Saving California’s Water

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On January 17th, 2014, Governor Jerry Brown stood in front of TV cameras, reporters and officials and declared what had been all but official for some weeks: California’s drought has reached emergency proportions. The declaration – an official statement that sets up conditions for federal relief – brought a request that Californians voluntarily reduce their water usage by 20%. 

Then came the flurry of suggestions for how you and I can reduce our water use. Turn the water off after we wet our toothbrushes; water our lawns earlier or later in the day to avoid loss by evaporation; stop those drips at the spigot; take shorter showers; flush less often. All quite obvious and quite visible sources of waste … all predictable …  and all a ‘drop in the bucket.’  
One quick look at a few of the numbers makes it clear. An average family of four uses between 70,000 and 130,000  gallons per year in and around its home in these more visible ways. If every member of that one takes shorter showers, reduces lawn sprinkling, shuts the spigots when toothbrushing, and is able to achieve that 20% reduction, that family will have reduced water usage by 14,000 to 26,000 gallons.
That same average family of four consumes 200 pounds of beef per year – 50 pounds per person.  Every pound of beef takes 2500 gallons of water to produce.  That’s a total of 500,000 gallons of water hiding on the family’s kitchen table.  Consider that an average 5-minute shower with a low-flow shower head uses 12.5 gallons of water.   Every pound of beef is equivalent in water usage to 200  5-minute showers.  If every member of that family eats one pound less beef, each has saved the equivalent of more than 6 months of showers!
And that’s just beef!  Every year, the average American consumes 200 pounds of meat in all forms. Add to that dairy products: one gallon of milk requires 2000 gallons of water. You can quickly see where this goes … and what we need to do.  If we want to make a meaningful dent in this water emergency, we need to change our diets.  Eat fewer animal products and more plant-based foods.  Water is conserved at the fork.
Understand, I am not suggesting that adjusting our visible water use habits is a bad idea. Waste is never wise.   But if our governor and leaders were more serious about this emergency and more willing to take on the meat and dairy industries, their message would be very different: “Change what you are eating.”
Even if they won’t, we can!