Stus View from theLoo

My head is sore and stuffy, there must be pollen in the air. The chooks are following a mysteriously ordered ritual that takes them past my throne of a morn. The rooster is…well ….somewhere below me…Nonetheless, the chooks have reordered themselves and now a proud black lady wears her crest and leads the way. Nature abhors a vacuum.
As we look around in our overfull worlds, it appears too true. Minimalism is not one of natures most popular virtues. But we live and die on the edge. The edge of air and earth, the edge of water and earth, the edge of salt and fresh, the edge of ocean and land. The edge is truly an abundant place, full of life and diversity. Stray away from the edge however, and diversity retreats and life is armored and preciously guarded. Deep ocean, vast desert or further still, cold space, molten core; minimalism comes into its own.
The space that nature allows us to feel the complexity, the black that makes the white is our reminder to balance our lives and systems. So far, western society has become expert at complexity. Our tendency is to shut the gate after the horse has bolted, which has resulted in a re-actively planned society with layers and layers of dogma, regulation and material stuff to stifle and confuse us. This is a world less free than the one my father told me stories about.
If we continue to forget the lessons of the desert and deep ocean, our society will become over complex and fall as a rainforest giant with lianas and tree ferns must fall, with a big crash. And already, the limbs are creaking and groaning under the weight of our complex world.
On a lighter note, my sons school Barkers Vale P.S. is holding Green Day on the 18th of September. I’ll be running a workshop on sawdust toilet construction and use 1.30PM , and my eldest son Ahri will be running a workshop on climate change at 12.45PM. Hope to see you there.