danu p and mary. zambia. '96.
i thought i would be able to just sit and stare at a blank white wall for three days, now that everyone's gone. including safari craig. but no. this mind of mine keeps thinking and babbling on and on and fretting. shhhhh i say. just shhhh for godsake.
but it won't. instead it says, my god. look what has become of the world. look! read! look! plastic. plastic everywhere. they speak of plastic soups in our oceans. literally every square kilometer of our oceans the world over, has plastic in it. someone studied the contents of an albatross's stomache and found plastic toys, plastic bits and bobs mixed in with the mackerel who no doubt were also stuffed with Pacific Ocean Plastic. to my joy and delight i introduce you to Junkraft blog. (had a link here but had to delete: when followed lead me to something weird...research ongoing!? ok people, it insists this is it: i paste and copy hereforth:
which i discovered last night. two enterprising scientists are, as i tip tap type (on my plastic key board), floating across the sea from California to Hawaii (crossing many plastic soups swirling about in the Pacific Gyre) to urgently bring Plastic Pollution to the people of the world's attention. they are floating about on a boat ish - which floats on 15 000 plastic bottles. the sails and ropes are made of plastic rubbish. i learnt from marcus, the main scientist, that 10 000 pounds of plastic are thrown to the sea from Los Angeles alone in a day. the production of plastic water bottles for USA consumption takes 1.5 million barrels of oil a year...that much energy could power 250 000 homes for a year....don't you LOVE stats??? AND apparently japanese mothers are warned against breast feeding their babies in japan because of polluted meals. fresh fish which have survived on a diet of plastic sea thingys... toxic food. which leads me to the next big thing - cancer. cancer cancer everywhere. why? a spiritual sickness no doubt, due to dislocation from reality and the stress produced from this. living surrounded by concrete, cement, automatic everything, plastic food in plastic dishes being shoved into plastic faces with plastic noses, lips and plastic teeth. and this bizarre paranoia about health and living longer and "making it" yet we spew all this plastic into our rivers and oceans....the last greatest wilderness left on our planet.. and into our bodies oh oh oh! mind be quiet!! and i haven't even begun on the state of the bee....dying mysteriously - great hives of them....imagine the world with no bees....no pollination? NO HONEY?
so when our children (wearing their plastic shoes while playing with their plastic toys) ask "but what is honey?" we can tell them about The Bee. Who Used To Be. (hah) like when jemima was about four and asked who made honey and we told her The Bees. she thought about it quietly for a minute or two before saying, "oh and do flies make marmite?"
dislocated. to avoid it, stay connected to The Real World of The Earth. Coca Cola is it. The Real Thing. Bastards! but whew - love the stuff. especially during a bout of malaria. nothing quite like a cold coke. but i digress.
stay connected. to the real earth. avoid dislocation.
well. walk barefeet everyday on bare earth, or lawn, or on cold river pebbles or warm sandy paths and crunchy white beaches. give your feet the earth and your toes some mud. feel a thorn in the softness of your arch or the dry prickly grass scratching. the sharpness of a stone against your heel. when you walk, look around you, not down. re-teach yourself natural balance. walking bare foot on naturally uneven surfaces. cross a river on stones, walk across a log in a park with your arms out, looking up to the sky. (jeez. not sure i could do that either...) well. at least try. it teaches the body balance and fills the eyes with natural light. walk in the dark with no torch (flashlight) and teach your eyes night vision. look at the stars and feel your way in the dark. step by step. take a risk. and don't be afraid of the night, of the darkness.
we have got to try and stay rooted to the earth before its really really too late. before we turn into pale unbalanced plastic blobs.
how much can one earth take?
flip. enough said.
so yesterday mwali the syce and i rode out to the hill with one tree on the top. we rode to the summit and saw the maasai steppes flung far below, clouds' shadows racing across the plains. we rode through villages - the children singing " kitikaa kitikaa kitikaa kifaru!", the sound of african angel singing spilling from a tiny mud church, next to a sign in the middle of no-where saying " jesus blessed this shamba". oh? really? good god. next time please tell him to pop up my way for a cup of tea. mwali found this very funny. thankfully. and the sun on our backs, cowbells drifting on the wind and dust devils spiralling skywards. my heart felt full. i was where i wanted to be at that very moment. no-where else. it was perfect. perfect.
safari craig left today. with his new plastic phone which has a special plastic card which can connect to his email so he can be connected to the world. and to me. from the middle of no where. and i can email him back on my plastic computer and stay connected.
sigh sigh. flip.
Kitchen Board: Monday 4 August 2008:
Contributors: Janelle and divine guru famous artist friend Pamu.
Comments: quite. quite. and um. say no to plastic. i want a wooden keyboard. and a steel mouse.
toodely pip...and bisous comme toujours...xxx j