Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Commencement Address by Paul Hawken

The following was shared with me by the head lecturers from my Masters course, my friends Phil Gang and Marsha Morgan. I wanted to share it my other friends.


Paul Hawken
Commencement Address to the Class of 2009
University of Portland, May 3rd, 2009







When I was invited to give this speech, I was asked if I could give a simple short talk that was “direct, naked, taut, honest, passionate, lean, shivering, startling, and graceful.” Boy, no pressure there.

But let’s begin with the startling part. Hey, Class of 2009: you are going to have to figure out what it means to be a human being on earth at a time when every living system is declining, and the rate of decline is accelerating. Kind of a mind-boggling situation – but not one peer-reviewed paper published in the last thirty years can refute that statement.Basically, the earth needs a new operating system, you are the programmers, and we need it within a few decades.

This planet came with a set of operating instructions, but we seem to have misplaced them. Important rules like don’t poison the water, soil, or air, and don’t let the earth get overcrowded, and don’t touch the thermostat have been broken. Buckminster Fuller said that spaceship earth was so ingeniously designed that no one has a clue that we are on one, flying through the universe at a million miles per hour, with no need for seatbelts, lots of room in coach, and really good food – but all that is changing.

There is invisible writing on the back of the diploma you will receive, and in case you didn’t bring lemon juice to decode it, I can tell you what it says: YOU ARE BRILLIANT, AND THE EARTH IS HIRING. The earth couldn’t afford to send any recruiters or limos to your school. It sent you rain, sunsets, ripe cherries, night blooming jasmine, and that unbelievably cute person you are dating. Take the hint. And here’s the deal: Forget that this task of planet-saving is not possible in the time required. Don’t be put off by people who know what is not possible. Do what needs to be done, and check to see if it was impossible only after you are done.



When asked if I am pessimistic or optimistic about the future, my answer is always the same: If you look at the science about what is happening on earth and aren’t pessimistic, you don’t understand data. But if you meet the people who are working to restore this earth and the lives of the poor, and you aren’t optimistic, you haven’t got a pulse. What I see everywhere in the world are ordinary people willing to confront despair, power, and incalculable odds in order to restore some semblance of grace, justice, and beauty to this world. The poet Adrienne Rich wrote, "So much has been destroyed I have cast my lot with those who, age after age, perversely, with no extraordinary power, reconstitute the world." There could be no better description. Humanity is coalescing. It is reconstituting the world, and the action is taking place in schoolrooms, farms, jungles, villages, campuses, companies, refuge camps, deserts, fisheries, and slums.



You join a multitude of caring people. No one knows how many groups and organizations are working on the most salient issues of our day: climate change, poverty, deforestation, peace, water, hunger, conservation, human rights, and more. This is the largest movement the world has ever seen.

Rather than control, it seeks connection. Rather than dominance, it strives to disperse concentrations of power. Like Mercy Corps, it works behind the scenes and gets the job done. Large as it is, no one knows the true size of this movement. It provides hope, support, and meaning to billions of people in the world. Its clout resides in idea, not in force. It is made up of teachers, children, peasants, businesspeople, rappers, organic farmers, nuns, artists, government workers, fisherfolk, engineers, students, incorrigible writers, weeping Muslims, concerned mothers, poets, doctors without borders, grieving Christians, street musicians, the President of the United States of America, and as the writer David James Duncan would say, the Creator, the One who loves us all in such a huge way.

There is a rabbinical teaching that says if the world is ending and the Messiah arrives, first plant a tree, and then see if the story is true. Inspiration is not garnered from the litanies of what may befall us; it resides in humanity’s willingness to restore, redress, reform, rebuild, recover, reimagine, and reconsider. "One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice," is Mary Oliver’s description of moving away from the profane toward a deep sense of connectedness to the living world.

Millions of people are working on behalf of strangers, even if the evening news is usually about the death of strangers. This kindness of strangers has religious, even mythic origins, and very specific eighteenth-century roots. Abolitionists were the first people to create a national and global movement to defend the rights of those they did not know. Until that time, no group had filed a grievance except on behalf of itself. The founders of this movement were largely unknown – Granville Clark, Thomas Clarkson, Josiah Wedgwood – and their goal was ridiculous on the face of it: at that time three out of four people in the world were enslaved. Enslaving each other was what human beings had done for ages. And the abolitionist movement was greeted with incredulity. Conservative spokesmen ridiculed the abolitionists as liberals, progressives, do-gooders, meddlers, and activists. They were told they would ruin the economy and drive England into poverty. But for the first time in history a group of people organized themselves to help people they would never know, from whom they would never receive direct or indirect benefit. And today tens of millions of people do this every day. It is called the world of non-profits, civil society, schools, social entrepreneurship, and non-governmental organizations, of companies who place social and environmental justice at the top of their strategic goals. The scope and scale of this effort is unparalleled in history.

The living world is not "out there" somewhere, but in your heart. What do we know about life? In the words of biologist Janine Benyus, life creates the conditions that are conducive to life. I can think of no better motto for a future economy. We have tens of thousands of abandoned homes without people and tens of thousands of abandoned people without homes. We have failed bankers advising failed regulators on how to save failed assets. Think about this: we are the only species on this planet without full employment. Brilliant. We have an economy that tells us that it is cheaper to destroy earth in real time than to renew, restore, and sustain it. You can print money to bail out a bank but you can’t print life to bail out a planet. At present we are stealing the future, selling it in the present, and calling it gross domestic product. We can just as easily have an economy that is based on healing the future instead of stealing it. We can either create assets for the future or take the assets of the future. One is called restoration and the other exploitation. And whenever we exploit the earth we exploit people and cause untold suffering. Working for the earth is not a way to get rich, it is a way to be rich.

The first living cell came into being nearly 40 million centuries ago, and its direct descendants are in all of our bloodstreams. Literally you are breathing molecules this very second that were inhaled by Moses, Mother Teresa, and Bono. We are vastly interconnected. Our fates are inseparable. We are here because the dream of every cell is to become two cells. In each of you are one quadrillion cells, 90 percent of which are not human cells. Your body is a community, and without those other microorganisms you would perish in hours. Each human cell has 400 billion molecules conducting millions of processes between trillions of atoms. The total cellular activity in one human body is staggering: one septillion actions at any one moment, a one with twenty-four zeros after it. In a millisecond, our body has undergone ten times more processes than there are stars in the universe – exactly what Charles Darwin foretold when he said science would discover that each living creature was a "little universe, formed of a host of self-propagating organisms, inconceivably minute and as numerous as the stars of heaven."

So I have two questions for you all: First, can you feel your body? Stop for a moment. Feel your body. One septillion activities going on simultaneously, and your body does this so well you are free to ignore it, and wonder instead when this speech will end. Second question: who is in charge of your body? Who is managing those molecules? Hopefully not a political party. Life is creating the conditions that are conducive to life inside you, just as in all of nature. What I want you to imagine is that collectively humanity is evincing a deep innate wisdom in coming together to heal the wounds and insults of the past.

Ralph Waldo Emerson once asked what we would do if the stars only came out once every thousand years. No one would sleep that night, of course. The world would become religious overnight. We would be ecstatic, delirious, made rapturous by the glory of God. Instead the stars come out every night, and we watch television.

This extraordinary time when we are globally aware of each other and the multiple dangers that threaten civilization has never happened, not in a thousand years, not in ten thousand years. Each of us is as complex and beautiful as all the stars in the universe. We have done great things and we have gone way off course in terms of honoring creation. You are graduating to the most amazing, challenging, stupefying challenge ever bequested to any generation. The generations before you failed. They didn’t stay up all night. They got distracted and lost sight of the fact that life is a miracle every moment of your existence. Nature beckons you to be on her side. You couldn’t ask for a better boss. The most unrealistic person in the world is the cynic, not the dreamer. Hopefulness only makes sense when it doesn’t make sense to be hopeful. This is your century. Take it and run as if your life depends on it.





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Paul Hawken is an environmentalist, entrepreneur, journalist, and author. His books include Blessed Unrest.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Easter in Venice – Gondoliers, Masks and Glass

Venice has to be one of the most amazing cities in the world. I fell completely in love with it; its beautiful buildings with their dirty and dilapidated but fascinating frontages. The sneaky, sly alleyways that lead you on magical, mystical walking adventures past cheap, tawdry souvenir shops and chic, sumptuous fashonista boutiques, tatty chapels and hole in the wall hostelries.

Caitlin and I travelled to Venice by train arriving in the early afternoon. Crossing the first of many bridges – Ponte degli Scalzi (Bridge of the Barefoot) we picked up the keys to our accommodation. After purchasing our ‘Venice cards’ (seven days unlimited travel on the vaporetto or water buses) we made our way along the full length of the Grand Canal to our mini-apartment across from St Mark’s Square. Dumping our bags we headed straight back out to ‘get lost’. We began this ‘get lost’ journey with a trip back along the Grand Canal to the famous Rialto Bridge. Refusing to consult a map we wandered... meandered... and mooched along little lanes, ducking into tiny shops, admiring amazing masks, for hours. Finally as hunger took hold we selected a restaurant close to the canal and had our first Venetian meal.

With stomachs satisfied but curiosity still unsated we weren’t yet ready to quit for the day. So not to be beaten by the coming chill of evening we bought scarves at a nearby stall and continued our adventure. Accidently discovering St Mark’s Square we made a quick left turn and buried ourselves in further exploration until wearily we made our way home.

The next day we followed a similar pattern with our only plan involving meeting Barry at the train station at 2pm. This gave us time to visit many mesmerizing mask makers in the search for a suitable addition to Caitlin’s stilt costume. What artistry we were distracted by! With minutes to spare we made to the station and greeted the celebrating sportsman. Barry had remained in Varese for a night to attend his Karate grading. He surprised himself by being achieving 2nd kyu rather than the 3rd kyu he had expected – only two steps to black belt now.



A vaporetto ride along the canal was the first tick in the visitor’s box for Barry and then, after ditching his bags, together we went to explore St Mark’s Square. Galileo tried out his telescope here in this very campanile (all right – not this bell tower exactly – an earlier one – but you know what I mean). The history of the place is overwhelming. What can one say that hasn’t been said before?

Barry and Caitlin in St Mark's Square (bright teal scarf)

A brief stop for a cocktail at the brand newly opened Hard Rock Cafe then off for the quintessential Venice experience – a gondola ride. From our gondola we saw a wedding party, and a fashion shoot. But those canals are REALLY narrow and when one gondola meets another gondola and a water taxi gets in the way – well – the language gets a little expressive!

Above: Barry and Fiona with gondalier

Below: Caitlin in the gondola with Rialto Bridge in sight


It was food time again so we sauntered back to the Grand Canal for dinner before strolling home and falling fast asleep. Next day we spent several hours viewing the Peggy Guggenheim collection. WOW for me but somewhat trying on the patience for Barry and Caitlin. The afternoon was dedicated to all things artistically glass with a ride out to the beautifully kept island of Murano. Lunch in a little courtyard down a very dark alley turned out to be a surprisingly good choice. The glass factories and shops varied in quality from outright tacky to exquisitely superb. We were enthralled with one particular piece but at a (heavily discounted) price of 4,000 euro we left it for someone else to enjoy.

Huge public glass works of art on Murano

Our final full day in Venice was devoted to the Doge’s Palace. We hired audio-guides and spent hours traipsing through room after extraordinary room. The workmanship, the fine detail in the carvings and paintings, the scale of the spaces, the sense of history was just too much and with several rooms still to go we abandoned the campaign in search of somewhere to sit quietly and observe the world in passing. A little more shopping as we strolled added to both Caitlin’s extensive tartan wardrobe and her hat collection. Dinner was taken at a waterside restaurant on the southern side of the Dorsoduro area looking towards La Guidecca.


The last morning was a rush. Barry wakened and crept carefully to the bathroom, checking his watch he discovered it was 9.55am – we had to be packed, kitchen cleaned and out the door by 10.30! Organised panic ensued and right on the button we were ready to go – passing the maid on the stairs. A gentle boat ride the long way round the island took us back to the transit end of Venice to return the apartment key. After a leisurely lunch we were back to the train station and home to Varese, with many happy memories of an amazing holiday.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

I went to Venice and all I got was...

... this crumby illness requiring intramuscular injections of antibiotics everyday for the next 6 days - bronchial pneumonia.

Okay that wasn't ALL I got; but the rest of the story will have to wait for another posting when I am feeling less yuck

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Alan's away! - AND Qantass are plonkers

Thought I'd let you know that Alan finally got away this evening although it was touch and go there for a while. It turns out that Qantass are complete plonkers.

We were all set to go to the airport as a family to wave the boy off. Barry was flying to Sweden about two hours before Alan's flight so it fitted that we all head out together - but! Then one of Barry's work boys couldn't fly so that creaed an issue with work cars. In the end Wayne picked up Barry and Doc and took them to the airport early. Caitlin was too sick to come to the airport so Mother and Son headed off alone...

We made it to the airport safely and then tried to head through to check-in for the first leg of the flight with British Airways to Heathrow. Gran and Anna will remember that this is in a separate part of the airport - usually guarded by young guys with sub-machine guns. The rules at Malpensa have changed again - and now only passengers can go through to check-in at BA... Poor Alan had to go through alone... and then the clever mother remembered that we had forgotten to 'security wrap' his suitcase. This is where they run the suitace through a miniature bailing machine and strangle it with giant, florescent yellow gladwrap. I rang the lad and back he came - past the guns... We get the bag safely gladwrapped and back he goes past the hired guns again... only to reappear 15 minutes later, still with the suitcase. You've guessed by now that this is not going well...

Although Alan's ticket was booked (using Gran's airpoints) and the taxes etc paid for (by Mum and Dad) Qantas 'forgot' to charge the credit card... this mean't that they didn't 'issue' a ticket. They DID email confirmation of the booking, they DID telephone to advise of a change in departure times for the return flight, we DID find and check the booking online and NOWHERE and at NO TIME was there any mention of an issue - Until he tried to check-in...


We raced through Malpensa airport to the BA ticket counter where they had "Lee" from Qantass on the phone for us. He was sorry that the booking had 'slipped through the cracks'. However, he needed the taxes to be paid so that he could issue the tickets... No, cash was no good. A credit card was the only way. Problem. Our NZ credit card was compromised a few weeks ago - and the bank suspended it. New cards are on their way but have yet to arrive. Our Italian credit card was in Barry's wallet and you'll remember that he was somewhere in the air already - on his way to Sweden... Thankfully I had a copy of the card details at home so a quick phone call home to Caitlin and she was able to supply the number... Lee put us on hold whilst he went off to get this all sorted from his end... the time was ticking... there was now less than an hour until takeoff and check in closes 60 minutes before the departure time... (picking up on my stress levels rising here?)... Finally Lee came back on the line and assured us it was all go...

No, of course that is not the end of the story...

Alan goes back through to check-in at BA... for the third time - the hired guns don't even ask to see his passpor this time. Out he comes - boarding pass in hand. Yahoo! All is well - Or is it???

No!

Alan only has a boarding pass to Heathrow... NOT for his onward flight on Qantass to Sydney and Wellington... Back we go to the BA counter... Assurances all round. It will be fine. They are still working on the Qantass flight but the bags are definitely checked al the way through... He just has to go to the Qantass departure Gate and there will be his boarding pass waiting for him...

I get home to find an email from Qantass - the Plonkers - with the e-ticket details for Alan. I forward these to his email address and - for good measure - text the e-ticket number to his mobile. This turned out to be a very good plan as when he arrived at the Qantass departure gate in Heathrow - you'll never guess - they didn't have any boarding pass for him - or any idea about one. After running through the whole sorry tale... and giving them the e-ticket number they finally issued the boarding passes for the rest of the trip....

Will Alan get to board the flight to Sydney?
Will his luggage make it to Wellignton with him??
Will Qantass reply to the complaints email sent to them by Alan's very annoyed mother???

Stay tuned for more exciting updates!

Friday, February 20, 2009

Grieving - and moving on

I seem to have spent a lot of time in Italy grieving.

I've been grieving for me because of the loss of a job that I loved. It was important to me to get something back from my job, something for my heart and spirit - not just for my bank account. Working in a Montessori high school offered me that in spades.

I've been grieving for my kids. I took them away from their friends. I took them away from the Montessori learning environment that was so important to them.

I've been grieving for the Athena community. With the closure of the school I feel like part of my heart has been ripped out and I worry for the students, the staff and the families who have gained so much from their involvement over the years.

I've been grieving for my friend and for her family. A life wonderfully lived, now ended.

I've been grieving for a way of life lost because we moved to Italy.

But - I've decided it is time to start looking at the half full glass, time to get over myself and time to move on.

So here is what I am grateful for -

I am grateful that I am no longer under such incredible stress at work. I've actually been able to get off the migraine prevention tablets and have only had two migraines since finishing with the meds. I no longer live on antacids or antidepressants.

I am grateful my kids are making friends with children from so many different countries, cultures and ethnicities. I am glad they have a chance to learn new languages, with purpose. I am glad that they can experience a different way of learning and also learn to appreciate what they had at Athena.

I am grateful that Athena ever was - and so pleased to have ever had the chance to become involved. I'm also glad I was not at Athena when it closed - it was hard enough to cope with from here. It would have been even more personally devastating to have been there in that moment. I am glad I learned so much about myself from my involvement. I am glad that others may have learned lessons too that will allow the next Athena to flourish. I am grateful to hear from old students how Athena helped them and strengthened them. I am thrilled that my friend may get to do something way less stressful but just as rewarding.

I am grateful to have known and worked with Debbie. I am honoured to have called her a friend.

And I am especially grateful to have this new opportunity in life - a life in Italy. I have joined a local gym club and now go to Pilates classes once a week and a Latin dance workout class once a week. I have got back to quilting and I'm currently working to complete a hand appliqué quilt that I haven't touched in 15 years. I'm working on two other quilt designs. One quilt has been inspired by the art of an ex-student, and one inspired by my own art. I'm working on a painting.

I'm working on learning how to be me. I've spent much of my life valuing myself by how much others valued me. I have always been very good at giving of myself but lousy at admitting the need for help - or accepting it. I can't bear for other people to think that I am somehow not good enough or not able to cope.

I'm grateful that I am taking the time to learn to accept my faults and to stop beating myself over the head constantly with them. I still have a long way to go with this! I am learning how to put myself first sometimes. I'm still struggling with this too!!

I am grateful that I have the time to do things for me.

I am grateful that I have so much to looking forward to;

  • exploring Italy and Europe
  • visiting family and friends in Europe and the UK
  • studying art history
  • getting fitter and healthier
  • developing my painting, quilting, book making
  • learning new craft skills
  • seeing Michelangelo's work up close!
  • making new friends,

and most of all...

  • having friends and family to stay

So - when are you coming to visit????

Friday, January 2, 2009

Skiing in the Italian Alps - How Did You Start 2009?

Through karate Barry has got to know a really lovely Italian gentleman - and I use the term in all its meanings - called Adriano. At the end of year karate dinner we also got to meet his wife Nicolleta. These people have been kindness itself to us and made life much, much easier than it might have been. At their insistence we went to visit them for a days skiing at a little ski field in the Valle Aosta.

With friend Anna visiting from London, we drove through fog for nearly two hours and then through a tunnel - and suddenly - there were the alps. Another half hour climb and we reached the 'Petite Prince Hotel' to a very warm welcome from Adriano, Nicolleta and their two dogs, Stella the Newfoundland and Archimede the mut - who were also holidaying with them. (You can do that in italy.)

The field was magical - at least it was today.

It was a complete circus getting boots, skis and poles for everyone - and we ALMOST abandoned the entire effort at this point - but not to be defeated by the usual Italian lack of organisational ability we persevered!

Caitlin, Anna and Fiona waiting - cheerfully at this stage - to get ski gear.

Finally fully outfitted we headed for the (baby) slopes.

It didn't take long at all for Anna, Fiona and Barry to rediscover their snow feet - a little longer for the kids to find their's for the first time... still within a few hours we were all flying down the slopes like we'd been doing it for years - rather than it being years since we'd last done it!

Caitlin tearing up the slopes.
Alan relaxing back into his skis. We hope you all had a great New Years Eve - and wish you all a totally magnificent 2009!
Buon Anno from la Bella Italia!

Another Place You Have to Visit - When You Visit Us...

Alan, Barry and I went sightseeing... and following some really good advice we headed off to find the little Lago D'Orta, just west of Lago Maggiore. The particular town we visited is called Orta San Giulio, on the east coast of the lake. This little village is soooo picturesque and so tiny and old. It is hard to believe that people really live here - it seems too quaint for real life.

This is the first view you get as you walk down into the town - visitors must park at the top! Some of the locals are allowed to drive down if they can park in their house/garage. You can see the town traffic light on the right of the picture.


And then as you wander on down the road you find your first church...
And then the roads start to really get narrow...

As you make your way along the little alleys you find interesting doorways at almost every turn.

The place is very popular with artisits and has a very good art gallery as well as many large sculptures by Arnaldo Pomodore on display around the town. The guy below seems to be enjoying the scene and the picture is truly gorgeous.


And the little island in the middle of the lake is also worth a visit - although we're leaving that for warmer weather.