This year’s Purple Onion Festival last Sunday – on
the cusp of the Equinox - was another wonderful celebration of all things
local.
Transition Town Peterborough
has now organized five of these fall festivals. Powered by hundreds of
volunteers and the passions of a few key catalysts, TTP highlights the effects
of a globalized oil-dependent economy on the earth. The Festival holds up the power of an
alternative locally based economy.
Can you imagine an economy not
dependent on oil? It wasn’t that long ago that our ancestors couldn’t imagine
an economy without slave labour. (Although global slavery is alive and well
still) Somehow the addiction was curbed in our so-called “developed” nations.
What might be the twelve steps to getting us off oil? The Purple Onion Festival
helps us imagine…
It was cool and breezy and heavily
overcast at 7am when I arrived on my bike to help with the set up. A few
homeless guys were appreciative of the large party tent set up the day before
providing them with better shelter than bushes or doorways. I could tell which
of us were homeless and which were the avid environmentalists by the steel and
plastic coffee canisters in our hands.
The Downtown Business Improvement
Association supplied the portable display tents. The rain started before we had
them all set up. It was an exercise in group dynamics as we slowly created two
teams of four with seven people. People wandered from team to team as the need
arose – then leaving the first team looking for a fourth to take one of the
four legs. It was quite a square dance.
But we got them up in time for the
vendors and caterers.
It was raining pretty steadily by the
time the seven caterers started cooking. Smoke escaped from the big tent as
aromas enticed my empty belly into action. A bagel at the Silver Bean and a
chat with a guy who’d spent the night in his wheelchair in the tent tied me
over.
As we munched and chatted the rain
became torrential. I could feel the hearts of the POF organizers melting into
the ground – a year’s worth of meetings, thousands of small and large decisions
made, phone calls, emails, money spent on promotion – all threatened to be
washed away by the environment we were there to celebrate and protect.
I noticed a woman standing at the end
of the dock that runs out from below the Silver Bean patio. She stood under an
umbrella and by her stillness I could tell that she was loving being in the
midst of that precious rain falling. Like a Blue Heron standing still she was
not enjoying the environment – she was in it – or “of” it. She shifted my
attitude. I let go of the sorrow and the worry of what this rain meant and
instead embraced the wonder of our Mother’s lifeblood.
And then she put the umbrella down. No
– I thought – is she? She squatted then sat on the edge of the dock. Then, she
slipped into the river and swam. I’m not sure who else saw her but me and my
new buddy shook our heads and laughed at her immersion. She transformed before
our eyes from a urbanized human prepared to endure the weather into a creature
of the woods and waters at one with the elements. What better transition?
And then the rain slowed. The first
performer of the day sang the clouds away and the sun came out. I cashed in
some Canadian loot for our local Kawartha
Loonies and got some food. Locally owned and operated restaurants featuring
locally raised edibles – what better way (other than taking a swim) to immerse
myself in the environment from the inside out?
Fed and watered, I strolled my way
around the puddles and sampled vendors offerings of all kinds of local foods
and assorted
good things for my health (and the community’s). I didn’t try the Cricket
flour but was told it was tasty. Piles of fresh veggies were being carted away
by happy families. There was a carnival atmosphere but instead of games of
chance – these booths offered a chance for the survival of our human-scaled
society.
Thinking Globally and acting Locally,
we joined in with the international Climate Change rally. We may not have had
quite as many concerned folks as gathered in New York, but we showed
Peterborough’s passion. A series of speakers organized by our local chapter of
Grandmothers 4 Change fed our heads and hearts with the reasons why we all must
change our habits – and the minds of decision-makers.
I think I bumped into almost every Community
Organizer I know. And I met a few more too. And i'm sure there were many more in the crowd i haven't yet met. It’s so very cool how this
community comes out and supports one another. Peterborough has a web of
activists who understand the interdependent nature of all social issues – and
act on it. Other Environmental groups were there showing that collaboration
wins out over competition. And even after a heavy week of Pride events, the
connection between an inclusive community and a sustainable community wasn’t
lost.
Perhaps the only sector missing were my
church friends. The Sunday morning start might have had something to do with
it. But a number of people managed to both worship and show up for the Climate
Change rally at 1:30pm. I wonder which one Jesus would have showed for?
What better way to pray than to spend
local currency on local foods? What better way to feed our spirits than to come
together with Peterborough folks and rally in solidarity with the tree-huggers
of the world? What better way to walk our Jesus-talk than to step into the
Promised Land if even for an afternoon?
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