Monday, June 25, 2007

Severn Suzuki, 12 years old - speaking for E.C.O.- The Environmental Children's Organisation


"Hello, I'm Severn Suzuki speaking for E.C.O. - The Environmental Children's organization.

We are a group of twelve and thirteen-year-olds from Canada trying to make a difference: Vanessa Suttie, Morgan Geisler, Michelle Quigg and me.
We raised all the money ourselves to come six thousand miles to tell you adults you must change your ways. Coming here today, I have no hidden agenda. I am fighting for my future. Losing my future is not like losing an election or a few points on the stock market. I am here to speak for all generations to come.

I am here to speak on behalf of the starving children around the world whose cries go unheard. I am here to speak for the countless animals dying across this planet because they have nowhere left to go. We cannot afford not to be heard.

I am afraid to go out in the sun now because of the holes in the ozone. I am afraid to breathe the air because I don't know what chemicals are in it.

I used to go fishing in Vancouver with my dad until just a few years ago we found the fish full of cancers. And now we hear about animals and plants going extinct every day – vanishing forever.
In my life, I have dreamt of seeing the great herds of wild animals, jungles and rainforests full of birds and butterflies, but now I wonder if they will even exist for my children to see.

Did you have to worry about these little things when you were my age? All this is happening before our eyes and yet we act as if we have all the time we want and all the solutions.
I'm only a child and I don't have all the solutions, but I want you to realize, neither do you!
You don't know how to fix the holes in our ozone layer.
You don't know how to bring salmon back up a dead stream.
You don't know how to bring back an animal now extinct.
And you can't bring back forests that once grew where there is now desert.
If you don't know how to fix it, please stop breaking it!


Here, you may be delegates of your governments, business people, organizers , reporters or politicians – but really you are mothers and fathers, brothers and sister, aunts and uncles – and all of you are somebody's child.

I'm only a child yet I know we are all part of a family, five billion strong, in fact, 30 million species strong and we all share the same air, water and soil – borders and governments will never change that.
I'm only a child yet I know we are all in this together and should act as one single world towards one single goal. In my anger, I am not blind, and in my fear, I am not afraid to tell the world how I feel.
In my country, we make so much waste, we buy and throw away, buy and throw away, and yet northern countries will not share with the needy. Even when we have more than enough, we are afraid to lose some of our wealth, afraid to share.

In Canada, we live the privileged life, with plenty of food, water and shelter – we have watches, bicycles, computers and television sets. Two days ago here in Brazil, we were shocked when we spent some time with some children living on the streets. And this is what one child told us: “I wish I was rich and if I were, I would give all the street children food, clothes, medicine, shelter and love and affection.”. If a child on the street who has nothing, is willing to share, why are we who have everything still so greedy? I can't stop thinking that these children are my age, that it makes a tremendous difference where you are born, that I could be one of those children living in the Favellas of Rio; I could be a child starving in Somalia; a victim of war in the Middle East or a beggar in India.

I'm only a child yet I know if all the money spent on war was spent on ending poverty and finding environmental answers, what a wonderful place this earth would be!

At school, even in kindergarten, you teach us to behave in the world. You teach us:
- not to fight with others,
- to work things out,
- to respect others,
- to clean up our mess,
- not to hurt other creatures
- to share
- not be greedy
then why do you go out and do the things you tell us not to do?

Do not forget why you're attending these conferences, who you're doing this for – we are your own children.

You are deciding what kind of world we will grow up in. Parents should be able to comfort their children by saying “everything’s going to be alright”, “we’re doing the best we can” and “it’s not the end of the world”. But I don’t think you can say that to us anymore. Are we even on your list of priorities? My father always says “You are what you do, not what you say.” Well, what you do makes me cry at night. You grown ups say you love us. I challenge you, please make your actions reflect your words.

Thank you for listening."


'Growing' work in London



I have moved to North London to be near my son and to grow organic food in cities. I am working in the fields of urban eco-community projects involving planting/growing, arts and crafts .

I am working with the intention to contribute to the making of a truly creative, responsible, diverse, inclusive, green and sustainable London .
If you share similar dreams, work and intentions fell free to get in touch through this blog or by email: azul-valeriethome@hotmail.co.uk

Saturday, June 23, 2007

TELL ME STORY -Poem by Herb Wharton



Tell Me a Story


looking at a picture of old man on wall
by Herb Wharton


Old man from the dreamtime
tell me a story
of your legends and lores
or tell me of nature
and a mother called earth.


Who taught you medicine
how to make fire
who was builder taught you to fish
with traps made of stone.
Genetics you knew of
controlling of birthbreeding and marriage
what was right meat,
what was taboo,
who was doctor made all these rules.
The shaping of grindstone
for milling of flour
designing of boomerang
woomerra and spear
who hold the patient
old man from the past.
When lacking in calories
dirt rich in vitamins
from anthill you ate
who was dietician told you do that
de-toxin the poison
from berries and roots
who was the chemist
taught you do that.
The corroborees you dance
movements and step
who wrote the script,
the drumming and clacking of sticks
the sounds of horn made from wood
who was musician
old man on the wall.

The painting in caves

and peckings on stone

who was historian

recorded all that.
Alas only silence
from old man on the wall
his secrets (old dreamtime)
lay hiddenin depth of the soil.
Old tribal man from dreamtime past
you knew of nature's secrets
you worshipped mother earth
men trying to learn today
things you knew ten thousand years ago.
With rocket ships now aimed at Mars
men have walked upon the moon
yet still secrets of your dreamtime
and hope of future races
all lie in mother earth.
Tell Me a Story

by Herb Wharton

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Monday, May 7, 2007

POEM - Narcissus' call

Narcissus’ call

Oh sweet lovely smile
Why do I shiver?
Anger, anger, anger

Oh sweet tender kiss
My body is tensing
Rage, rage, rage

Oh sweet lovely trap
I am focussing
Hunger, hunger, hunger

It is working,
you are coming,
you are seduced

You will fall
It is the call
The trap will work.

Shreaded to pieces,
your flesh in strips,
the blood will flow
so you will know...

the heart of my pain
never statisfied
always needing food
wanting more blood
Always more...

More, more, more

If I don’t kill you
I might die
So be quick
Come closer...

No!
please no!
don't come
to the deep black lake
my heart is awakening
Let me feel the pain
so I may be free
Do not answer
Narcissus' call...


Azul-Valerie Thome 9 June 2007

Sunday, May 6, 2007

POEM - A long way from here...















A long way from here


longing...

longing is

a long way from here
along yearning
along regrets
a long way from now

longing...
does not live here

I cannot hear
this morning's bird song
for I long for tomorrow

I long
for a bird song...

I cannot hear
this evening's fire melody
for I long for this morning...

A long way from here...

I long for a time
that will never come
for it is here
and...

now.

Azul-Valerie Thome - Paris 23 April 2007

my LEAVES about LIFE

These are not truths, they are few leaves of my life, passing by, feeding me. They will go back to our earth to feed an other cycle of learning. I have no attachment to them, just fondness for their gifts. I will add to this post as they come. Feel free to add some of your leafs

  • Until we, as individual, own our shadow/darkness we will relentlessly choose others to carry it and express it for us. Others being our partner, family, community or country.
  • Love is about giving
  • Feel the experience of the emotions. Acting out is because the emotions are not felt.
  • It is important to replace fighting against by fighting for.
  • I dedicate my life to this moment
  • When Death knocks at my door it is to check out my Life's intentions.
  • The feeling of abandonment comes from dependency on the other.
  • Until I recognise the 'dark side' of the other as mine I cannot be free. If I look for the other to create the balancing that I so deeply seek, I am prisonner to that person/situation. Only in being conscious can I be free in my choices.
  • Never apologise for who you are.
  • Our reality is the result of a dream...change the dream...change the reality - as individuals and collectively.
  • This morning is the beginning of the rest of my life. I will dance for life.
  • Today I will greet a tree as one of my relations