i am calmer now.
images like this one always help.
so does simply becoming quiet.
the world we live in is not the world our forebears enjoyed and suffered.
the stresses they endured were more of nature and pure survival.
hard. yes. major hard.
but today our major stress i would say is simple ~
~ constant ~ and ever seemingly quickening
all my life i’ve rather courted change.
you know if you’ve read the peanut . . .
of my childhood. and our family of four moving every year.
my father had that kind of job. each move meant a promotion.
that is the way with some jobs.
as a child you either learn very quickly to adapt or you develop
self protective characteristics. shyness. maybe.
i think in me developed an ability and an enjoyment of being alone.
you always had yourself for company! and your imagination!
garish isn’t it?
that’s what most change feels like to us. especially change forced upon us.
a dear friend of mine just did a post on his own blog about a coming change.
and yesterday for some unknown reason ~ it hit me rather hard.
for my friend i mean.
perhaps i was wondering in my own mind how it would hit me now if i suddenly
was faced with a big change forced upon me.
i’m so happy here in the little wren house.
another dear friend and i have recently been talking about “worry.”
and how it can affect our lives. and how pointless it is.
i’ve never worried about ‘changing where i live.’ it’s what i did all my life.
i’m used to it like something that you’re used to so long ~ it’s in your very bones.
but. along with the change for my friend comes a set of circumstances.
circumstances that can eventually affect us all to a degree.
it’s quietly being done all over our nation. little by little.
sometimes it’s in the news. more than likely not. only known by those affected by it.
very exclusive. high income. condominiums.
and more and more and more of them.
the same thing happened on the other coast.
to ‘pete’s harbor’. an historical landmark of sorts.
a beautiful little harbor with liveaboards on lovely small crafts.
clean. picturesque. a sanctuary for all kinds of marine life.
remember ‘save pete’s harbor’ ? i wrote a post about it.
you can read it if you want.
it’s in the sidebar. it’s called
‘the bully’s not just on the bus’.
gorgeous pictures of it there.
and leslie ~ her site is ‘a simple life afloat’ . . . also on my sidebar . . .
and all of her neighbors that had been there for years and years
had to move or be evicted.
the rich people need condominiums built.
well. good news. at least for now.
thanks to the tireless and endless and agonizing EFFORTS of
LESLIE and numerous others who were trying to fight GOLIATH . . .
the FAST quirky deal they were trying to put past the city and the people
got called into question. it now has to go before a new planning committee.
KUDOS LESLIE !!!
but she still had to move from her beloved harbor home.
and the harbor is still in danger
of being turned into a solely exclusive abodes~for~the~rich.
everyone has to move some time or other. that’s not what i’m meaning here.
what i’m meaning is . . .
how long before every inch of water way and beach is being owned by
ONLY THE RICH.
and i’m not using the word wealthy here on purpose.
‘rich’ connotes to me a particular mindset.
often of ‘new money’ or the worst aspects of people who have it.
a snobbery of sorts and a materialistic way of looking at life.
i’ve known some truly wealthy people in my life.
they are often gentle people with a great sense of value and humanity.
they are very different from ‘the rich.’
our beautiful beaches. and inlets. and harbors.
many of which are . . . as leslie’s was . . .
a sanctuary that we the people share with nature’s beings.
concrete. parking. huge buildings that block views of the sunset.
only seen by those whose balconies and terraces have ‘the view.’
private property signs everywhere.
i’m thinking that was not the way it was intended to be.
but that’s the way it’s becoming. and very fast too.
you see. they simply don’t have enough places to live apparently.
and they don’t live like the rest of us.
they have to have gated communities. and ‘private no entrance’ signs.
you know. to keep the rest of us riff raff out.
oddly enough. the man who is the multi-multi millionaire who is
buying up the keys and changing the face of it forever
is a renowned ‘philanthropist.’
just like the lady who sold out to the corporate raider types in leslie’s harbor.
that lady was renowned for being a grand ‘philanthropist.’
i’m tired of that word. it has great tax advantages. and makes good press.
while behind the scenes . . .
the real object
til soon old bean.