I planted hydrangeas last year. They weren’t expensive, but I don’t
want to spend money on commercially grown flowers that are imported from abroad.
So these flowers are free. The jam jar I got from my cupboard is
also reusable. So these flowers are
zero carbon and zero cost and as I popped them on the mantel piece I got thinking. Why do I do this? Why do I write and why do I spend my
time talking on the radio talking about how to cook from scratch, and grow
their own flowers? It’s sure not
for money I can tell you that!
I was wondered if I do this for
affirmation? Perhaps I write as I need to be acknowledged? But then I thought about it and
remembered all the radio shows that I have done have not even had a comment or
a phone call, and some blog posts I have written are just completely
ignored. Nope its not that. It’s not for wanting to be liked
either. In fact if I am honest
I’ve never been that popular, and I don’t really care that much about being
liked. Either you like me or you
don’t.
The people that matter, those closest to
me, they know me, and love me for who I am and that is all I need emotionally.
So my I find myself practically needing my
keyboard like a drug fix this morning.
As I realised in the night why I need to write and talk. It’s because I am really an
anarchist. Yes I know you are now
laughing and wondering if I have gone slightly mad, but I am serious.
I am a middle class, middle age
revolutionary and this is my way of doing that. I am in truth, terrified of
what we are doing to our world.
The world my children will inherit from us, and yet wherever I look so
many things are simply wrong. I
can’t fix the world. I realised that years ago and it took all my strength not
to decide to leave all together.
When I made the decision to stay I decided that I would make a
difference, and although this blog is about food and life it is also about
choices. I chose to be here.
Yes it is full of pretty pictures and
recipes, but the messages are carried across are real. They are true. Stick you fingers up at the
system. Grow your own vegetables,
plant your own fruit trees, have posts of herbs growing at your back door, keep
your own chickens, buy your food from your local butcher, fishmonger and
grocer, cut flowers from your garden an recycle your belongings and make home
made gifts.
Ok so appreciate that I am not tying myself
to a tree on a construction site or leading a group of revolutionary housewives
to Downing street. This is my
way. To talk and write in a way
that changes the way people live.
A real revolution in thinking starts with you. My reader.
These small changes in every day life will make the difference in the
end. No one person can change the
world, but collectively we can.
So although it may be full of vintage pretty pictures and a cakes, but this is the way I choose, because it is the way I know and it
really doesn’t have to be uncomfortable to make a statement. In fact my kind of
anarchy is quieter, perhaps more subtle
.. but it still that. It is
still my way of giving the finger to the constant aggressive insidious pressure
of commercialism that is ruining our world. I just happen to enjoy it as part of my every day life, and
that is why I write because I believe that I can make a difference.
Lets do things differently.
We’ll call it a beautiful revolution
