a sunny greeting from Terra Mirim!
After busy weeks, I would like to once again tell something about life on the other side of the big sea.
While in Europe breaks the winter, nuclear power is back trendy and Guido "is Germany," Westerwelle was foreign minister, were 200 million celebrate Brasileiros and Brasilieras and watch as their beloved President "Lula" in public tears are on her cheeks rolling down. What had happened? Olympia 2016 - Rio de Janeiro, it had become reality! The first time in Olympic history comes the world of sport to South America. And Obama's Chicago fared no differently than Stuttgart 2012th As if that were not enough, there are spoiled for the Brazilians or the Soccer World Cup 2014 as icing on top of it (the application runs for the Olympic Winter Games already). In the following decade, for me, so technically vacation quite a bit decided or set the sporting goals.
But not only in Vergnuegungsgeschaeft is my new home in October become active political signals have been set. Keyword 350th Those who read my last entry / About Mail has been at the weekend, perhaps surprised by the positive media response to this global climate tags. Thousands of photos, the number of required concentration of CO2 in our air - 350 ppm - is distributed across the globe in various versions have been already collected. According to the operators of the movement was the day a success! In the next few days is now trying to access the consciousness about the lessons to transform the future of our planet in pressure on our elected representatives. It remains to be seen with stress, how things until 7 December, the opening day of the Weltkilmakonferenz in Copenhagen, erntwickeln. A photo has also contributed Terra Mirim. As part of the three days of EcoArt Festival in the Fundação was painted by two technically gifted young women one side of the building department of the environment (Ambiental) wonderful. The annual increase in CO2 content - graphically and adjacent to the outline of a huge number 350th Everyone was allowed to brush his hand, then metaphorically put his seal to the interior of the number. As you can see from the photo, some are also involved.
And he does it. I do. We all tuen. It starts with the clothes we wear and the fish we eat, go over to the keeping of livestock, the products we eat and to the electricity that we consume (even this Bloggeintrag heats up the climate). We continually forget an important fact, and this forgetting seems to be a neurobiological Verdraengungsvorgang that occurs only in Homo sapiens: we are mammals! We need air, water and food, like any other creature on earth as well. And here we go again "live deliberately" in the subject. The shamanistic philosophy deals much with the four elements - air, water, earth (food), fire (cellular respiration) - which are the very foundation of all life. But fatally buy what it is, not to be dependent on it. Until something is missing. Then it is a rediscovering.
conscious life, that is, keep in mind that my plastic bag lands in the Pacific Muellstrudel my children eat and fish in their digestive tracts Kunststoffgranulatstueckchen. That my car emissions, the Maldives and drown Voelkerwanderungen be set in motion, go to the front of his own front door - and Lampedusa Co. are just the beginning. The fact that my piece of beef because of the rain forest in Brazil soybean production (cattle feed) and remove the cancer destroyed all other institutions in the world hit with, ultimately, me. To turn this awareness that can be learned here and it is perhaps an ideal, when I look at Terra Mirim. Today was before my eyes, not 10 yards away, running over a big dog on the road in front of our bus stop by a jeep with pace 70th This suffering, this pain that had written this proud animal on the face. With lifeless hind legs and a broken pelvis, for roadside slow, there to die. It is still branded into memory. Just as The driver, who cares a damn and drove on. Live consciously or unconsciously?, That is the question.
But to come back to earth with a bump on the back: is the "regular" work is of course also
Once a week we must be out by 7 am the gardener in the clock. Because then gather all the staff of the Fundação to within entwildern to two hours a piece of the large campuses. Then, the machete is wielded, grass raked together, unpacked the trimmer and beautiful einzusauen correctly. In case of rain the whole thing even more delicious. Mud is flying through the area and the washing machine is looking forward to new food. It is a beautiful thing when you see how a relatively large Gartenstueck within such a short time again accessible. At the same time one feels surprisingly good to expend directly after getting up and then go have breakfast with the feeling "now we have already done what! Done
we have in the past four weeks more. The library has already arrived in the post-perfect condition. After we removed them and each of the approximately 1,000 books individually inspected and cataloged - had, as well as appropriate new Orientierungsschildchen, one could consider this small room with a little self-praise. This week were now the children of the ecological school in the library to host, to hold a small reading hour. They have left us quite a mess. One can confidently ask, why have children, which might not even read properly, raged so in the column "parapsychology". It was probably more concerned to examine the binding of the books than to read it.
what our lives here are also beautiful is the steadily better and better contact with young people from the neighboring village of Palmares. We feel every time a fiddle when we drive the 5-10 minutes by bus from Terra Mirim-terrain along the BA-093 and then get into the "real Brazil". The funny thing is: we never really make an appointment with the people. Instead, we just come and take only directly but always someone to tell with whom we sing, or just have fun.
These people are really deeply impressive people, are among others also the African Candomblé religion or the Communist Party of Brazil to close and open to a very amazing way the eyes for the world. We first met most of them young people at a youth camp in Monte Gordo, a tiny village near the beach probably the most beautiful I have ever seen. Under the slogan: "Sleep is prohibited," we have a whole weekend playing self, enjoyed the beach (despite drizzling rain) and the morning started early at 6 clock Samba rounds. Since we have not been announced, what to expect - namely virtually no room to lie down - could the few and short sleep phases with the Brazilian flag as a thin blanket and enjoyed my sweater as a pillow. Countless mosquitoes fulfilled in those nights I dream of her lifetime supply of food, it should be until the last day to be counted about 150 stitches on my arms and legs. But that did not detract from the good mood. Nor, as the fact that I was painted in the sleep of people caipirinhisierten frequently with color! Pronto. Agora, vou continuar a trabalhar. Tenho que alimentar as abelhas. To grande abraço para vocês e até mais!
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