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“”How can we transform our economics to be better for our planet? The first place we could start is by going back to look at the word economics. The root word of economics, from the Greek, comes from oikos, which means household or home; and nomics comes from nemein, which means to steward or care for. Economics, in its literal translation, means to care for or steward one’s home or place. It was designed that we create a form of energy exchange based on how well we are taking care of each other and everything that made up home. We have all these economics professors in universities. We have all these economic experts. And yet true economics – everything that’s good for us and healthy for us – our bodies, our communities, our world and our planet – is called the alternative – alternative food, alternative nutrition, alternative healthcare, alternative jobs, alternative energy.”
Go Yoga seminar, 2013
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It’s not about growth, it’s about evolution, awareness …
Marco
Italy
I just finished reading Overstory, and of course, because I am old enough, I remembered you in the tree for 2 years, and your enormous bravery. Glad to see you are currently blogging, even through this pandemic. Your note above reminds me of Robert F. Kennedy’s speech in 1968, copied below.
What if this pandemic is a gift to show us what we CAN accomplish in short order, if only we could change our definition of economics to what it needs to be to sustain the world? How can I help?
RFK in 1968: Even if we act to erase material poverty, there is another greater task, it is to confront the poverty of satisfaction – purpose and dignity – that afflicts us all.
Too much and for too long, we seemed to have surrendered personal excellence and community values in the mere accumulation of material things. Our Gross National Product, now, is over $800 billion dollars a year, but that Gross National Product – if we judge the United States of America by that – that Gross National Product counts air pollution and cigarette advertising, and ambulances to clear our highways of carnage. It counts special locks for our doors and the jails for the people who break them. It counts the destruction of the redwood and the loss of our natural wonder in chaotic sprawl. It counts napalm and counts nuclear warheads and armored cars for the police to fight the riots in our cities. It counts Whitman’s rifle and Speck’s knife, and the television programs which glorify violence in order to sell toys to our children.
Yet the gross national product does not allow for the health of our children, the quality of their education or the joy of their play. It does not include the beauty of our poetry or the strength of our marriages, the intelligence of our public debate or the integrity of our public officials. It measures neither our wit nor our courage, neither our wisdom nor our learning, neither our compassion nor our devotion to our country, it measures everything in short, except that which makes life worthwhile. And it can tell us everything about America except why we are proud that we are Americans.
If this is true here at home, so it is true elsewhere in world.
Thank you for sharing Sherry.
Love,
julia
Today I heard an old recording from Kmud that I had already heard back when the “clan” of locals headed out to Luna from Redway. At the time I was pregnant with my daughter Israel who will be 21 years old this year. After hearing this recording today, as I started handfuls of seeds for the garden , I remembered how listening to Julia in Luna was such a huge part of my pregnancy . Also how it led me to follow through with the pregnancy and chose to raise my child in an environment that was not only sustainable but also as natural as possible. As a mother now of a 21year old woman, I remember those precious days when Julia was in Luna and I was creating my daughter Israel.
Thank you Julia and bless your heart……..
Peace be with you, ELise the beast.
Love to you and your daughter Elise.
julia