In Mendo Island Transition on June 6, 2012 at 5:09 am
From ERIK CURREN
[Previous articles from this conference posted recently here and here. -DS]
To deal with the scary bits of an economy facing collapse, a campground in the middle of the forest will put you in a different frame of mind than a hotel conference center.
I don’t usually think of people interested in peak oil, climate change and economic collapse as particularly religious. “Spiritual” maybe — Sufi dancing and Lakota Vision Quests are OK and agnosticism is better. But peak preppers are usually not the kind of folks you’d expect to see in the pews on Sunday at First Presbyterian.
The Age of Limits conference held at the end of May offered some new insights on how religion, as an organized institution, could play a key role in helping people deal with the collapse that the conference’s speakers think has already hit many parts of the world, including much of the US.
Though at this event, neither religion nor collapse were what they used to be.
The speakers, collapsitarians all — Dmitry Orlov, John Michael Greer, Gail Tverberg and Carolyn Baker — apparently weren’t born again while reading the Book of Job and didn’t hear the voice of God while fasting during Ramadan. As to the mother of all religious organizations, the Catholic Church came up only as the example of an institution that has outlasted the rise and fall of empires and nations and even today seems to enjoy great immunity from legal prosecution (pedophilia crisis, anyone?). More…
In Todd Walton on June 1, 2012 at 7:22 am
From TODD WALTON
“I would suspect that the hardest thing for you to accept is your own beauty. Your own worth. Your own dignity. Your own royal pedigree. Your priestly identity as one who blesses and is blessed in return. Your own calling to learn to love and allow yourself to be loved to the utmost.” Alan Jones
I was in Corners a few days ago, perusing the bananas, when a little girl, four-years-old, came right up to me and said, “Know what?”
“What?” I replied, never having seen her before.
“I made up a special song.” She nodded to affirm this. “Do you want to hear it?”
“Of course,” I said, delighted by her. “Who wouldn’t?”
And without a moment’s hesitation she began to sing about how beautiful the day was and how happy she was and how much she loved her mother and having chocolate milk. The melody was something of a hybrid, Mary Had A Little Lamb meets Oh What A Beautiful Morning, and the tune changed key several times throughout her rendition. In short: a masterpiece. Oh, and she danced as she sang, a subtle shimmying hula. Brilliant.
“That was fabulous,” I declared, applauding. “I loved it.”
“Do you want to hear another one?” she asked, frowning quizzically More…
In Around the web on June 1, 2012 at 7:00 am
Spencer Brewer: Tommy Castro Opens Sundays In The Park 6/17