Andrew Odom ~ Tiny r(E)volution, on Sustainability

Today’s Guest Blogger, Andrew Odom, speaks on Sustainability and what it means to him.

Andrew and his family are building a Tiny Home and chronicling their journey on their site, Tiny r(E)volution.

 

I want to be perfectly honest. I don’t get the whole sustainability movement. I don’t understand what it means to have the capacity to endure. What I do understand is stewardship. I understand the idea of being a steward; a person who manages another’s property. More on that later.

The word sustainability is derived from the Latin ‘sustinere’ (tenere, to hold; sus, up). Dictionaries provide more than ten meanings for sustain, the main ones being to “maintain”, “support”, or “endure”. Sounds so sterile doesn’t it? However, since the 1980s sustainability has been used more in the sense of human sustainability on our planet and this has resulted in the most widely quoted definition of sustainability and sustainable development, that of the Brundtland Commission of the United Nations on March 20, 1987: “sustainable development is development that meets the needs of the present without compromising the ability of future generations to meet their own needs.” 1

In the context of my life, my colleagues, my circles, etc, sustainability is more about the destruction of the Earth’s ecosystems. The total environmental impact of a community depends both on population and impact per person, which in turn depends in complex ways on what resources are being used, whether or not those resources are renewable, and the scale of the human activity relative to the carrying capacity of the ecosystems involved. Yet I still don’t quite understand.

Sustainability is the practice of theory we learned as children. If it isn’t yours, don’t touch it. If you don’t touch it, you can’t break it. If you can’t break it, you won’t have to worry about trying to replace it. The same goes for our planet. We are created to be stewards of this planet. We don’t own Earth. It is not ours. We were created to dwell on this planet. The soil the runs between our toes? A gift. The air we breathe? A gift. The beautiful colors that enhance the landscape season after season. You guessed it. A gift! We are but the managers of this ball we call home. It isn’t ours so we shouldn’t touch it in an abusive way. If we don’t touch it abusively then we can’t break it. If we don’t break it we don’t have to worry about replacing it. In essence we maintain the delicate balance of the cosmos.

I know. Sounds a bit crunchy to me too. In fact, it is probably assumed that I am writing this post with my shirt off, paint smeared under my eyes, with the sounds nature gently playing in the background as I quietly hum Kumbaya. Not so. I am a normal guy who types on a computer for a number of hours a day, wears boring Fruit of the Loom t-shirts, and breaks for coffee at random times. But I have come to understand sustainability in a way that I never thought possible. In fact, I have come to live sustainability. For my family it has moved beyond an active choice even. It is part of our life. We have transitioned into taking lighter steps, consuming less energy, recycling and repurposing more, and giving thanks for what we have without coveting what we don’t.

By now our cover may be up. We may be exposed as those Tiny r(E)volution people. And that is okay. We wear our crowns with pride. We are a family of three that lives in less than 250 square feet. We value our relationship with each other and the world around us. We have gardens and we raise our own animals. From them we gain meat, oil, and compost. Our veggies are food and gifts to our neighbors around us. Our chickens give us eggs and meat but also cultivate the ground we walk on making the soil a rich, cool, black. That, my friends, is sustainability. It is a study of harmony between our life and the lives around us be they animal, vegetable, or mineral. We waste little, want nothing. We call our way of life a r(E)volution because it is 1/2 revolution and 1/2 evolution. It is a partnership with our Earth and a promise to be the best stewards we can be.

I implore of you. The next time you are confronted with the word sustainability, don’t be frightened. Don’t let it greenwash your mind and tint your glasses. Confront it head on knowing that it is nothing but a fancy word for the action of give and take; repeated indefinitely.
1 Definition courtesy of Wikipedia

Bigger does not always mean better. Progress does not always mean forgetting our roots in order to forge a new future. Blogger, photojournalist, and hobby farmer Andrew Odom has spent much of the last few years rediscovering the lost art of living, growing, and being truly happy. Visit him online at www.tinyrevolution.us.

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Dancing The Good Fight

Realization sometimes comes with all the subtleness of a nuclear explosion.

A battle fought and won 4 years ago. The defeated troops did not retreat but regrouped, waiting.

They knew what she did not. That there would come a time when all things would be aligned, vulnerability offered and accepted.

Warrior Princess one day, twitching bundle of raw, exposed nerves the next. In control no longer. Even the simplest decisions are no longer an option, they are now insurmountable mountains and her arms and legs are paralyzed.

And so they feed. Little by little, she is lost from the inside out. She screams in a vacuous hole where no one can hear, but her.

The dark abyss that she had crawled out of has become her comfort zone once more. The light burns and she is not worthy.

Wasn’t it only yesterday that she was still so far up, that the abyss could not be seen?

She seems to remember being pushed slowly to the edge, but never did she think that she could be pushed back in.

She was right of course. They only got her to the edge. She jumped. If only to escape the constant fear of the; “what if?”

And now she knows.

Creature of the shadows once more. Outstretched hands and hearts of empathy are perceived as suspect.

There is no room for concern here. Only remorse, regret and a regurgitation of a cycle of pain.

©2007 Dawn Marie Kelly, all rights reserved.

By day, Dawn is a regular contributor to GrowWrite magazine & owns Not So Silent Partner Productions in NYC with her husband, Martin Kelly. By night, Dawn is writing a future, award winning, scripted, television, drama series.


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