“She’s always got her head in the clouds!”
Whilst foraging in local woodland today I picked some wildflowers, all of them were favourites from my childhood.
I have a few spots I am lucky enough to get to within walking distance. We are in suburbia, living on a bus route, but luckily a stone throw from fields and more natural spaces, as a lot of the villages are in the small northern town of Doncaster. Traditionally Doncaster is a very safe labour seat, though UKIP recently held their conference here, hoping to capitalise on the disquiet and dicontent. What you may not know is that Green party membership has increased by 170% here in the last year. It seems people do care about social policy afterall. I joined them after years of seemingly unconsciously voting Labour and then a few more of just not being able to anymore. People here are disturbed by Labour’s seeming unwillingness to tackle causes and issues that are traditionally theirs. The town is Ed Millibands constituency but we never see him “why wud e want t cum ere?”. I digress, although not too much, its kind of the point, sometimes we can be distracted by an irritatation, or a disappointment and it becomes the focus of a disproportionate amount of our energy or a drain of our energy, it gets us down.
Often it seems people who’ve spent decades in this town dont have many great things to say about the people who live here. We really suffer from a self esteem problem as a town. Having taught in many of the boroughs schools over the last 13 years, Ive met my fair share of adults who have been quicker than in other geographic localities, to expect a lot less than they should. Ive also, happily, met my fair share of kids of who’ve proved them wrong. I might have been one of those kids when I was younger.
I grew up in a single parent family under Margaret Thatcher’s Tory government, in social housing which had no central heating and there would be frost on the inside of my bedroom window. I often heard on the tv (when we still had one and mum could afford the license) that single parents were the scourge of society and responsible for most of what was wrong in the world. It seemed to me things had not changed since my grandmother was locked away in Ireland for falling pregnant before being married and her baby was sold never to be seen by her again. It seems to me when I heard today that our current Tories want to do away with human rights whilst vilifying the poor and vulnerable that we could quickly go back there. Before we moved to that small village we were homeless and moved into a shelter provided for those suffering from domestic violence this is why we had become a single parent family. The current Tories are closing all of these shelters. Why are we doing worse than we could in ’81? I wonder to myself. Maybe for some this kind of ‘social cleansing’ is progress. To anyone with common sense it is blatantly immoral. I am with the focus E15 mothers https://www.facebook.com/pages/Focus-E15-Mothers/602860129757343?sk=info
It’s time to fight back against this elite extremism, with grass roots action.
How do we trust governments who label environmental activism as ‘extreme’ and use the label ‘extremist’ in response to a criticism or a fight back? or to justify their own extremism? Who decides what is ‘extreme’ and where will that end?
In this town allotments and growing your own, are skills and traditions held dear and respected. How else do you survive wartimes and harsh economic conditions (miners strikes and the current austerity blows) without resilience and self-reliance? How can we trust governments which dont appreciate or encourage any self reliance? There are small everyday things I can do to be resilient and more self-reliant, I blog about them on here regularly. This is why I am here and why I am blogging to encourage others, so we can share and communicate as sentient human beings with a moral conscience and a purpose.
Small grass roots everyday activities.
I have become politically active where there is injustice in my life. I am lobbying the Irish government and have formed an advocacy group with others the ‘Justice for Irish mother and baby homes’ campaign we are seeking justice along with organisations such as the wonderful Adoption rights alliance, for our families who are still being denied it. I have also used media interest and social media to gain support and keep up the pressure. It can be a useful tool not just a way to waste the time.
I need a two edged approach I need to use politics as a tool wherever and if ever I can. I also need to take action in my daily life, the little things add up. It makes a difference to my life and to many, many others, as a result of my choices as a consumer, or of chosing not to buy at all if possible.
As a part of the latter I find I spend more and more time connecting with the earth and a natural way of life, which is changing everything in a great way.
Back to the beginning.
As a child it was often difficult, I didn’t know much different but I know I felt different and often felt a disconnect.
I heard people say “she always has her head in the clouds!” “she always has her nose in a book” I think they felt I didn’t like them.
Sometimes I didn’t.
I preferred to be out in the local woodland, up the cherry and apple trees in anyone’s garden that had them. I loved to climb away from it all.
I know people felt I didn’t notice, was naive, or even immune to the dirt, the glue bags in the bushes, the bin bag of discarded rubbish, or the dodgy deals behind the bus shelter because they always felt the need to point them out to me. Still do.
” you know you’re more likely to find a wild dog than a wild mushroom” ” Is tha lukin fo magic uns?”
From my forage today I can tell you I still see it all. Its just by a young age I had learned not to be too distracted by it.
I had my head in the clouds and my feet in the wildflowers and my pockets full of fruit or nuts and was where I wanted to be.
I am where I want to be.
I can spot a dodgy deal going down before you will and I can name cloud formations.