We're only truly secure when we can look out our kitchen window and see our food growing and our friends working nearby.
Interpretation
True security comes from knowing our basic needs are met close to home and surrounded by community.
This quote highlights the connection between personal security and the presence of abundance and relationships in our immediate environment. It suggests that when we can see our food growing and have friends nearby, we feel a deeper sense of safety and belonging, emphasizing the importance of self-sufficiency and community support in our lives.
In practice
This quote can be shared in discussions about sustainable living and community gardening.
There is one, and only one solution, and we have almost no time to try it. We must turn all our resources to repairing the natural world, and train all our young people to help. They want to; we need to give them this last chance to create forests, soils, clean waters, clean energies, secure communities, stable regions, and to know how to do it from hands-on experience.
Permaculture is a philosophy of working with, rather than against nature; of protracted and thoughtful observation rather than protracted and thoughtless labor; and of looking at plants and animals in all their functions, rather than treating any area as a single product system
Whether we're prepared or not, life has a habit of thrusting situations upon us.
You'd think I'd have been happiest in my life playing music in front of 50,000 people at Gillette Stadium. But let me tell you, it's an odd feeling to feel alone in the spotlight.
When faith did come, it came, I think, by way of my little paralyzed daughter. Her lifeless hands led me; I think her tiny feet still know beautiful paths.
When I was maybe 5 or 6 years old, the neighborhood girls would sit on the stoop and sing. I was known as the kid who had a good voice and no father.
Because in a split second, it's gone.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes β The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs β The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore, And Yesterday, or Centuries before? The Feet, mechanical, go round β Of Ground, or Air, or Ought β A Wooden way Regardless grown, A Quartz contentment, like a stone β This is the Hour of Lead β Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow β First β Chill β then Stupor β then the letting go β
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