Looking back just over a year through previous posts, I found the post linked below, (Balloons, EBI) which I’ve updated with a postscript. I’m in a better place, now, but see much of the same thing going on. Even in a small circle of influence, I am doing what I can to leave things better than I found them and to leave the seeds of improvement in the minds of others I work with.
I would like to be planting, metaphorically in this context, a forest of oaks and beech and ash trees, interventions that lead to a big shift in how things are being done, that leave a lasting result. Unrealistic aspiration, grandiose self-delusion?
In reality I am probably sowing smaller seeds, in the hope that they give rise to plants that can thrive in devastated land, like the Willow-Herb that is abundant in this part of Scotland, and produce flowers that feed many insects… less spectacular but possibly more widespread benefits… I will never really know, but it helps prevent cynicism.
If none of this makes sense, have a look at the original post, I don’t feel articulate enough this evening to labour the point. I’m off now to make another cup of tea and continue work on turning old scaffolding planks into a dining table.
Despite everything, I think it is still worth it.
Thank you for putting your trash in a bin. It does make a difference.