Time for some sense!

I have to interrupt your daily reading of all this great stuff to speak about something that used to be dear to my heart but has sorta gotten clouded out by life in general, Environmental stuff.

Here is one survival tip for the future, learn how to swim. According to the environmental gurus and what not out little blue planet is going to flood over and we shall be in a virtual water world.

But there are still those that a championing the fight and in our back yard none the less albeit from miles away. By our back yard I mean Uganda and from miles away I mean Sweden. Yeah you got that right; some other guys are making money by planting trees in Uganda. Follow this link to get served. http://grist.org/list/swedish-fast-food-chain-makes-bank-by-becoming-klimatsmart/ and if that is not enough you can follow this link for some more face slapping. http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,2111372,00.html

Mighty painful stuff but well it gives me hope. According to scientist there is nothing we can do to stop global warming . I guess we can all sit back, relax and wait for Mother Nature to lose her cool, literally, in some parts, and lose her temper in others.

But there is always a little something that each of us can do to help out. Like that fast food chain in Sweden that has chosen a greener option for its business model each of us can make small changes to the way we live to try and help our planet heal. Imagine if the whole population of china went green, wouldn’t there be a change in the life of that country almost overnight.

If Ugandans chose to buy their airtime electronically and do away with those small tit-bits of paper, how much better would the planet breath and the city be cleaner? How about in our own homes and lifestyle? What can you and I do to help out. It may be a small drop in the ocean but it is your drop. Let not some far off chain in Sweden plant trees in your back yard, buy one and plant one, for you, your children and your country.

In search of talent.

These days it’s in fashion to be a writer or an artiste of some sort. We string together words, arranging verse and line to amaze, dazzle and awe. We work really hard to make sure our work is up to scratch and can pass the test of public opinion.

But is this really the path of talent. To play to the gallery and twist and turn at every fad, trend or craze? Can we enjoy art for art’s sake? Abandon the endorsements and celebrity crowd to just revel in the pure flow of an art form or revel in the true heart and life of a talent.

That is what I am saying, let’s do art for art’s sake and leave the rest to follow. I doubt Picasso was that famous in the beginning but now you would be committing some sort of modern art suicide if you said anything negative about the man but seriously who sees all that meaning in a bunch of skewed, misshapen, totally unreal box shapes. But you see, that is art and it speaks for itself.

It does not need the lens of the camera or the reach of the internet or radio waves or the RGB treatment of T.V. it speaks, it lives, it breathes and with that, in the heart of the true believer and enjoyer it takes flight and life of its own. It spreads not with the touch of great editing but of a heart elated and touched.

From mouth to mouth it moves from heart to heart, without the help of hyperbole or popularism, it rises and falls on the crest of the true believer or nay sayer. It stands its own both in the crowd of the adoring and in the halls of the unimpressed. From the detractors to the promoters, from derision to appreciation, it allows itself to be transformed by the mouths that speak it and the hearts the believe it.

Like a meek humble servant it conforms to the titles, and forms and structure given to it by those who love it and love it less and on it goes, to the next ear, heart or mouth, to stand judgement afresh and in so doing take on a new life and a new form.

That is art that rides on its own merit and circles the globe on the hearts, minds, mouths and ears of those that it meets. It has not life of its own except that which the people give it. Its identity and potency is in its lines, its ability to survive and thrive in this unruly throng.

Now that is true art.