2017, Your Inner Trump & You, The Triune Brain, Global Consciousness... and more...

It's easy, and such good fun, to ridicule politicians and don't they, mostly, just thoroughly deserve it? What an extraordinary amount of scum seems to have floated to the top in 2016...

"Anyone who wants power shouldn't have it."

But hold on a minute, what do they represent? Don't they actually represent us? At least a part of each of us that we pretend isn't there, fearful, xenophobic, kept hidden deep down, like an embarrassing monster relative. It's well explained by the Triune Brain model,

Ten Years After...

It's coming up for ten years since my first post on my original ian's eco blog, though I'd been concerned about environmental issues and followed them since the 1970's I hadn't actually done an awful lot in a practical way. Reports of the sudden loss of ice in Arctic made me suddenly realise that many of the predictions were coming true, and a lot quicker than had been anticipated. So what could anyone do? What was sustainable living exactly? Was anyone doing it?

And here we are, ten years later, with a report in the Guardian today, "Next year or the year after the Arctic will be free of ice."

Looking for the answers to those sorts of questions has led me on a fascinating and fun journey, also challenging at times, through Portugal and the UK, meeting people and working on lots of different projects. Back then, I was living in a terraced house on the busy seafront road that runs from Brighton westwards along the coast. Now I'm living in a timber clad caravan, "the LogCabavan", in an orchard on a hill farm, with another move, back to Scotland, just around the corner...

Oak Trees - Ships of the Landscape

We've been planting lots of trees here on the farm, hazels, willows, cherries, rowan, blackthorn, hawthorn and, mixed in here and there with them all, some oaks...

 

How amazing to hold in your hand for a moment a baby oak, which might grow into a mature tree and live for anything up to a thousand years, like the old oaks just found on Churchill's estate. How much human nonsense have they lived through? It also made me think just how wonderful these oaks are, like ships of the landscape. True treasure ships, roaring in the wind as they travel through time, sheltering such rich abundancies of life. True gold, not the vain gold of oligarchs, bishops and princes. Even after death these golden-hearted oaks go on serving us with their stout timber, in framework that can last for hundreds more years...