Transition Tale: A Day in the Life and How it Feels June 19th, 2030
It’s late morning in the early summer and I’m strolling down a hilly, vegetated dirt path between free community gardens, private gardens,
backyards and children’s play forts. Land
space is so efficiently used that it’s kind of hard for visitors to tell which
is which. Although the climate has changed, many of the fruit and nut trees we
planted have thrived. As well there are ‘living fences’ of coppiced trees throughout
the city and large trees as windbreaks and air-flow directors that help
mitigate hot and cold spells. As I look down at my feet my eyes pass over my
clothes and satchel. Mostly I’ve made them myself from old fabric remnants and
locally produced hemp/linen cloth, but a friend of mine did the leatherwork. As
it happens, I’m barefoot today and my feet luxuriate in this soft path I’m
walking on.
My pace is unhurried. Although I have much to do, it is not so much that I can’t stop and chat with some kids I see watching an earthworm
in the path. They inform me that earthworms help create fertile soil and remind
me not to step on it. I go along on my business: to drop off some wine I’m bartering for bread,
then to work a shift for a neighbor who’s building a small house. I’ll be mixing and stomping cob (thus the
bare feet) for which I’ll get paid part cash and part Life Dollars. Although
the economy ‘collapsed’ a while back, money still exists and is traded to some
extent, but the largest portion of my needs are met by making and growing
things myself, trading with the local currency or bartering. Yes, the result is
that I have less, but I am able to enjoy both the things I have and the process
of filling my needs much more than I did growing up in a ‘bigger, better,
faster, more’ society. After these exchanges I’ll wash up for a couple of
community meetings: our local water resources
workgroup, and the 5th annual Oil Independence Day festival
committee.
I am 54 years old, and I feel as good as I did in my twenties. My life includes regular
exercise, simple food, sunlight and air, as well as time to heal, stretch, and
feel gratitude for meaningful work and human connection, and I have
reverse-aged quite a bit! I used to
think that by now I’d be almost spent: to retire, to sit neglected and decompose in
silence until I finally start feeding the flowers. Today, we simply have too much work in
supporting our thriving community to let any person’s gifts and skills go
unused. As a matter of fact, that’s
probably the biggest difference between now and back then. The difference is not the climate, not resources,
not the economy, but the fact that we no longer expect things to be taken care
of for us. The expectation that
government, professionals, or experts would fix our problems caused a rampant
sense of powerlessness- and the most obvious escape: consumerism.
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