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Who is “We”?

01-24-13  Who is “We”?

This is the Maypop which began this whole 'blog' thing.

This is the Maypop which began this whole ‘blog’ thing.

There is something truly daunting about the blank page, as well as something else purely inviting, as if it begs to be filled with scribbles or these regimental symbols we call “words”.

It is 4:14AM.  Sleep has been erratic, at best, since “The Great Shift” in December last.  I am in the Vata stage of life now as well, which means my energy is shifting from primarily fire to air and water.

I thought a few words of introduction would be appropriate, because, while “We” is indicative of multiple people, and in fact I have been that in this life, the writer of this blog is one person:  Me.

Some facts which have brought me to this point, and particularly, to this “permaculture” thing:

  • My father’s family have been farmers in this country for over two hundred years.  I know this, because until this past century, pretty much everyone did, in fact, grow at least some of their own food—it was necessary for survival.  I’ve always been a little confused when, in Permie circles someone poses the question:  “Can we grow enough food to sustain us?”  (Meaning, of course, in our own backyards.)  Of course we can—how do you think our ancestors brought us to here?  But, back to the family—the Buckners were in fact a prolific bunch, who bred their children by the dozens to work in the fields…at least, that’s how my father tells it.  (They did breed in nines, but I’ll tell that story another time.)
  • In 1978, also known as “The Last Great Recession”, this same father, a bit ahead of the curve some might say, was living on what was then the family farm:  160+ acres in Siler City, NC.  Along with organic farming—something unheard of in that region at that time–he was also attempting to sell solar heating products (water tanks), and synthetic fuel.  Are we noticing any patterns here?  Let me help:  recession: recession; fuel shortage: fuel shortage; alternative energy and chemical free food growing:  we’ll get to that in just a moment.

This is the part where I go into more detail regarding my involvement:  my sister and I each went to NC to help—we were teenagers, fairly typical–full of romantic ideas and not terribly in touch with the realities of what goes into putting food on the table, even though we may have known a little more than the average American even then.  She–my sister that is–was far more responsible than I: she took on the role of learning to cook and can and such things.  I attempted to grow controlled substances and got a job at the local convenience store.  (Rebellion has always been my forte.)  I did learn about the market economy, however—I will never forget my father telling me that a cantaloupe was priced according to how many other cantaloupes were also for sale that day, and that this was known as “supply and demand”, regardless whether they were pale and tasteless.

  • Leap forward thirty years (we’ll skip the garden which actually did quite well when my daughter was pre-school—I had tomatoes and peppers, cucumbers, herbs—many of which I’m sure grew out of simple ignorance of the fact that they weren’t supposed to grow well in this climate).

As most people are aware, the real estate market began to tip and tank in 2006, shortly after I shifted from accounting and finance, becoming a real estate broker (emphasis on the first syllable).  It seemed like a safe bet at the time—in 1998 I had noted that the homes in Orange County, CA, were virtually identical to those in Pinellas County, Florida, the regions also quite similar, and yet the prices of these tiny suburban block homes were three times the price in the OC.  When I returned to Florida in 2000, I began investing in real estate, and watched my wee rental portfolio climb in value for the next six years.

"We Grow From Here" was a random comment I made to my coach in 2010.

“We Grow From Here” was a random comment I made to my coach in 2010.

I don’t think I have to tell you how the rest of this story goes—suffice to say that depression was a big part of my reality by 2010.  Everything I had worked for, from nothing, for ten years, was worth just that.  With the knowledge that my property was not even really “my” property, now that the bank truly owned more of it than I did, the only thing I could do was make the best use of it that I could think of:

I planted a garden.

I might not make enough money to pay the mortgage, but I can eat what I grow on the land.  Thus, “We Grow From Here” came out of the process of removing my own head from my a…I mean, the sand.

 

2 Comments

  1. Lovely to get the background…thank you for writing that.

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