Peace on earth, goodwill towards men: wouldn’t that be nice!

Merry Christmas.

Robby Robin's Journey

It’s the Christmas season. Whether you lean more towards spiritual traditions or secular ones – or both – it’s the time when songs and greeting cards ring out with heartwarming messages of Peace, Joy, Love, and Goodwill towards all. Hmm. I’m sorry to say this – very sad, indeed – but surely I’m not the only one thinking that these are pretty hollow words this year. What peace? What joy? Within families, one can hope. Within communities, definitely possible. But the world at large doesn’t even seem to be pretending to be working towards peace and joy at the moment. The leader of the most powerful country in the world has made it pretty darn clear that he doesn’t care anything about such sentiments. If we had any doubts at all we just had to wait for this past week to transpire. Meanwhile, Britain is experiencing its own version of chaos. A…

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Excellent article again and coincidentally we had an environmental discussion this morning with our daughter-in-law focusing on sustainability. I know it seems to be a bit of a catch word right now but it is mandatory. I love your sentence ” if we affect Nature we affect ourselves”. Thanks Barry

I can't believe it!

Marine biologist Bill Graham writes some excellent blog posts (latest example) on the subject of what might broadly be called ecoliteracy or systems thinking, concepts developed many years ago now by Fritjof Capra and others. I think that one of the problems we have is that neither of these terms has immediate impact on more than the minds of those interested in these things. That be as it may, this is important work.

Bill has the admirable aim of encouraging educators to bring about a generation of children that really understand the interconnectedness of ourselves with all of nature, and ‘think sustainability’.

Here are just a few ideas quoted from this post.

“…much of humanity does recognize our dependency on Nature. In our “me” societies, our hubris suggests that we can control Nature. This arrogance prevents us from admitting that, while Nature can survive without us, we cannot…

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The Bad News on Human Nature

It’s a question that’s reverberated through the ages – are humans, though imperfect, essentially kind, sensible, good-natured creatures? Or are we, deep down, wired to be bad, blinkered, idle, vain, vengeful and selfish? There are no easy answers, and there’s clearly a lot of variation between individuals, but here we shine some evidence-based light on [...]

A View On Borders, And The Migrants Between Them

Thank you Paul for so eloquently expressing your views and exposing some of our conventional hypocrisies. It would be wonderful if more of us could be just a little more open minded.

The Out And Abouter

AdrienPaci ‘Vite In Transito’, by Adrien Paci.

This isn’t satire.

One of the topics this site most frequently satirizes is the movement of people across international borders. Specifically, I do this from an angle that pokes at the anger and fear with which some citizens of Western nations greet or discuss those who would join their countries to try to build a better life; or by deriding the brand of political leader – increasingly common in the world today – who tries to inflame their voters’ distrust of others to fuel their own political ambitions.

Occasionally these posts strike a nerve with people who like these leaders, or dislike the idea of humanitarianism (especially when it’s hard), or both. Offended, these readers will sometimes challenge me on my views. While I frequently have to decline these invitations to debate, beginning as they often do with suggestions that I eat a large…

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I think I’m too old to give advice to young people

Good advice for us “older” folks, thanks Jane.

Robby Robin's Journey

I still remember when I was 10 years old and excitedly told my grandmother that I had bought my first 45 (rpm record), Blue Suede Shoes by Elvis Presley. I was 10; she was 75. She not only didn’t seem to respond to my excitement, she didn’t know who Elvis Presley was! How could that be? I was beyond incredulous (although at the time I probably wouldn’t have known the word ‘incredulous’). Now my husband and I just smile at each other when confronted with ‘cultural’ references to popular music, having no idea who the artists are. Now I can see things from my grandmother’s perspective. What’s important at one stage of life isn’t necessarily important at another.

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