Poop makes soil, poop, poop makes soil, poop makes soil
And Soil makes wheat
And then the wheat makes pasta, wheat, wheat makes pasta
Pasta makes you poop
And then the poop makes soil…
It’s catchy, especially when led by a group of Jewish youngsters with a megaphone at an interfaith gathering on 58th street in NYC. It reminds us of the cyclical nature of our food system, and also of our eco-system.
Then this morning I heard on NPR that the Rockefeller Brothers Fund, charitable arm of the family who founded Standard Oil in 1870, have pledged to divest any assets tied to fossil fuels. Kol Hakavod!
Are pigs flying? Is the Schusterman Foundation, supporter of many progressive Jewish initiatives, next?
Marching in NYC yesterday was possibly one of the easiest thing I can do to make a difference. Thanks to 350ma, there was a bus less than a mile from my house that took me directly to the march, and was waiting at the end to take me home. In contrast, transitioning our society off of fossil fuels will be REALLY HARD. For many, it will require drastic changes to lifestyle, priorities and expectations.
There was no question I would march. Marching is fun, creative, powerful and activism is how I was raised.
But I struggled with where I would affiliate, with whom would I march? My local MA community activists? With the interfaith contingent? With the youth movement I grew up in? With my parents and their Hudson River Clearwater community?
Last week I watched Disruption, a 52 minute video that: “takes an unflinching look at the devastating consequences of our inaction. This is the story of our unique moment in history. We are living through an age of tipping points and rapid social and planetary change. We’re the first generation to feel the impacts of climate disruption, and the last generation that can do something about it.” I highly encourage you to make the time to watch it.
And I thought about what was compelling me for THIS action. It’s complex, but also pretty simple: I believe in the divinity of Creation, that all God’s creatures have a place in the choir. Further, my actions impact others, locally, globally, obviously and subtly. I poop into clean, drinkable water while millions of people in the world do not have access to clean, drinkable water. I am compelled to consider the other because if the situation was reversed, I would want them to think about, and act, in consideration of me. There is no such place as away.
On the eve of the UN Climate Change summit, the Autumn Equinox, Rosh Hashanah and the start of the Shmita year, I took a bus to NYC and marched with close to 400,00 others to demand action on climate change BECAUSE I CAN.
May we be blessed in the coming year with newness and change for the common good,
You can see more pictures of my day.