Challenging - 'Pon My Word https://ponmyword.com We Bring Writing To Life Sat, 15 Apr 2023 02:11:05 +0000 en-AU hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.5 https://ponmyword.com/wp-content/uploads/cropped-SiteIcon-32x32.jpg Challenging - 'Pon My Word https://ponmyword.com 32 32 Wise Words For A Planet In Crisis https://ponmyword.com/wise-words-for-a-planet-in-crisis/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=wise-words-for-a-planet-in-crisis https://ponmyword.com/wise-words-for-a-planet-in-crisis/#respond Sat, 04 Jun 2022 06:58:04 +0000 https://ponmyword.com/?p=2876 LOVE, the most powerful force there is… Was it Albert Einstein? Maybe it was Margot? Who really did pen that letter “The Universal Force of Love”? Spoiler Alert: It matters not, as it offers a universal message about our belief in Love’s conquering force. So how did I stumble upon it? A few years ago my husband and I spent some time living in Penang, Malaysia. There I met the most beautiful man, who to this day is a very close friend. We shared similar concerns about the environment, about materialism, and the lack of care for the planet. The galloping and frightening pace of change from where we were less than three generations ago, to where we are today, we discussed at great length. Then I asked about Penang… When I first struck up a conversation with him I asked about why the tides around the island no longer behaved as they should? His eyes filled with tears, and he asked me if I’d been aware of the constant noise around the island. That, he told me, was to do with dredging in preparation for building three islands, the size of Singapore around Penang. Yesterday he sent me a bank of wildlife photos taken by another expat some years ago. Almost all of the animals have now disappeared from the island. We discussed in great length, how inconsequential we think we are, to individually effect change. This is when I found out about the Einstein Letter… In response to this discussion, my newfound friend forwarded me a letter written in 1938 by Albert Einstein to his daughter, Lieserl on The Universal Force of Love, which is reproduced below. “When I proposed the theory of relativity, very few understood me, and what I will reveal now to transmit to mankind will also collide with the misunderstanding and prejudice in the world. “I ask you to guard the letters as long as necessary, years, decades, until society is advanced enough to accept what I will explain below. “There is an extremely powerful force that, so far, science has not found a formal explanation to. It is a force that includes and governs all others, and is even behind any phenomenon operating in the universe and has not yet been identified by us. This universal force is LOVE. “When scientists looked for a unified theory of the universe they forgot the most powerful unseen force. Love is Light, that enlightens those who give and receive it. Love is gravity, because it makes some people feel attracted to others. Love is power, because it multiplies the best we have, and allows humanity not to be extinguished in their blind selfishness. Love unfolds and reveals. For love we live and die. Love is God and God is Love. “This force explains everything and gives meaning to life. This is the variable that we have ignored for too long, maybe because we are afraid of love because it is the only energy in the universe that man has not learned to drive at will. “To give visibility to love, I made a simple substitution in my most famous equation. If instead of E = mc2, we accept that the energy to heal the world can be obtained through love multiplied by the speed of light squared, we arrive at the conclusion that love is the most powerful force there is, because it has no limits. “After the failure of humanity in the use and control of the other forces of the universe that have turned against us, it is urgent that we nourish ourselves with another kind of energy… “If we want our species to survive, if we are to find meaning in life, if we want to save the world and every sentient being that inhabits it, love is the one and only answer. “Perhaps we are not yet ready to make a bomb of love, a device powerful enough to entirely destroy the hate, selfishness and greed that devastate the planet. “However, each individual carries within them a small but powerful generator of love whose energy is waiting to be released. “When we learn to give and receive this universal energy, dear Lieserl we will have affirmed that love conquers all, is able to transcend everything and anything, because love is the quintessence of life. “I deeply regret not having been able to express what is in my heart, which has quietly beaten for you all my life. Maybe it’s too late to apologize, but as time is relative, I need to tell you that I love you and thanks to you I have reached the ultimate answer! “Your father,Albert Einstein” Love conquers all How often have we used these words with little or no thought to what they actually mean? Three super-challenging words, once we understand them. If we want to change the world we must first understand our own personal stance on the topic. We must be a force of love. We must demonstrate love. We must learn to forgive. By our actions we must be seen as love. There are many ways to start… The following are just simple ones to set things in motion: giving to a cause, and then giving more living with less so others can live sharing what we have doing with less, much less being part of an agency for healing believing that we CAN make things better modelling ways to heal our world diligently showing the effect of love These are simple, doable acts of love. But there are people in this world who are now taking love to a whole other level, who quietly work to heal our planet, starting in small ways. The ripple of small things can grow to become extraordinary. Meaningful change begins with an idea, and that idea can grow in ways we might never imagine. Have you come across the Blue Economy? Through Medium I have come to know Desiree Driesenaar and her work within the Blue Economy. “We, in the international Blue Economy network, are convinced that entrepreneurs will change the world by changing the rules of the game.” Theirs is a network of love, maybe not quite the bomb of love that Einstein spoke of, but it’s a young network responsible for responding ‘to basic needs of all with what you have, introducing innovations inspired by nature, generating multiple benefits, including jobs and social capital, offering more with less. — The Blue Economy ‘In our current ways of working, people limit themselves in everything they do. They are reductionist. In Blue Economy thinking we unleash abundance. We restore ecosystems and then design new economic ways with everything nature has to offer.’ Desiree offers up the following Blue Economy businesses that might inspire hope, and love in us all. Check them out. Award-Winning Entrepreneurs There are many award-winning start-ups in our Blue Economy network. Have a look at some inspiring examples: Dycle, changing the business case of diapers Ekofungi, Future of Hope and Rotterzwam, changing the world with mushrooms Blue City, changing the world with entrepreneurial labs, architecture, and collaborations Straw by Straw, changing the world of plastic waste Paper on the Rocks, changing the world with stone paper Dutch Harvest, changing the world with industrial hemp Novamont, changing the world with biochemistry The Seaweed Company, changing the world with seaweed Better still, read her inspirational post and see if you too can be inspired by what she and others do, all in the name of love.

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LOVE, the most powerful force there is…

Einstein Letter Of Love
Photo by Hannes Richter on Unsplash

Was it Albert Einstein? Maybe it was Margot? Who really did pen that letter “The Universal Force of Love”?

Spoiler Alert: It matters not, as it offers a universal message about our belief in Love’s conquering force.

So how did I stumble upon it?

A few years ago my husband and I spent some time living in Penang, Malaysia. There I met the most beautiful man, who to this day is a very close friend.

We shared similar concerns about the environment, about materialism, and the lack of care for the planet. The galloping and frightening pace of change from where we were less than three generations ago, to where we are today, we discussed at great length.

Then I asked about Penang…

When I first struck up a conversation with him I asked about why the tides around the island no longer behaved as they should?

His eyes filled with tears, and he asked me if I’d been aware of the constant noise around the island. That, he told me, was to do with dredging in preparation for building three islands, the size of Singapore around Penang.

Yesterday he sent me a bank of wildlife photos taken by another expat some years ago. Almost all of the animals have now disappeared from the island.

We discussed in great length, how inconsequential we think we are, to individually effect change.

This is when I found out about the Einstein Letter…

In response to this discussion, my newfound friend forwarded me a letter written in 1938 by Albert Einstein to his daughter, Lieserl on The Universal Force of Love, which is reproduced below.

“When I proposed the theory of relativity, very few understood me, and what I will reveal now to transmit to mankind will also collide with the misunderstanding and prejudice in the world.

“I ask you to guard the letters as long as necessary, years, decades, until society is advanced enough to accept what I will explain below.

“There is an extremely powerful force that, so far, science has not found a formal explanation to. It is a force that includes and governs all others, and is even behind any phenomenon operating in the universe and has not yet been identified by us. This universal force is LOVE.

“When scientists looked for a unified theory of the universe they forgot the most powerful unseen force. Love is Light, that enlightens those who give and receive it. Love is gravity, because it makes some people feel attracted to others. Love is power, because it multiplies the best we have, and allows humanity not to be extinguished in their blind selfishness. Love unfolds and reveals. For love we live and die. Love is God and God is Love.

“This force explains everything and gives meaning to life. This is the variable that we have ignored for too long, maybe because we are afraid of love because it is the only energy in the universe that man has not learned to drive at will.

“To give visibility to love, I made a simple substitution in my most famous equation. If instead of E = mc2, we accept that the energy to heal the world can be obtained through love multiplied by the speed of light squared, we arrive at the conclusion that love is the most powerful force there is, because it has no limits.

“After the failure of humanity in the use and control of the other forces of the universe that have turned against us, it is urgent that we nourish ourselves with another kind of energy…

“If we want our species to survive, if we are to find meaning in life, if we want to save the world and every sentient being that inhabits it, love is the one and only answer.

“Perhaps we are not yet ready to make a bomb of love, a device powerful enough to entirely destroy the hate, selfishness and greed that devastate the planet.

“However, each individual carries within them a small but powerful generator of love whose energy is waiting to be released.

“When we learn to give and receive this universal energy, dear Lieserl we will have affirmed that love conquers all, is able to transcend everything and anything, because love is the quintessence of life.

“I deeply regret not having been able to express what is in my heart, which has quietly beaten for you all my life. Maybe it’s too late to apologize, but as time is relative, I need to tell you that I love you and thanks to you I have reached the ultimate answer!

“Your father,
Albert Einstein”

Love conquers all

How often have we used these words with little or no thought to what they actually mean? Three super-challenging words, once we understand them.

If we want to change the world we must first understand our own personal stance on the topic.

We must be a force of love.

We must demonstrate love.

We must learn to forgive.

By our actions we must be seen as love.

There are many ways to start…

The following are just simple ones to set things in motion:

  • giving to a cause, and then giving more
  • living with less so others can live
  • sharing what we have
  • doing with less, much less
  • being part of an agency for healing
  • believing that we CAN make things better
  • modelling ways to heal our world
  • diligently showing the effect of love

These are simple, doable acts of love.

But there are people in this world who are now taking love to a whole other level, who quietly work to heal our planet, starting in small ways. The ripple of small things can grow to become extraordinary. Meaningful change begins with an idea, and that idea can grow in ways we might never imagine.

Have you come across the Blue Economy?

Through Medium I have come to know Desiree Driesenaar and her work within the Blue Economy. “We, in the international Blue Economy network, are convinced that entrepreneurs will change the world by changing the rules of the game.”

Theirs is a network of love, maybe not quite the bomb of love that Einstein spoke of, but it’s a young network responsible for responding ‘to basic needs of all with what you have, introducing innovations inspired by nature, generating multiple benefits, including jobs and social capital, offering more with less.The Blue Economy

‘In our current ways of working, people limit themselves in everything they do. They are reductionist. In Blue Economy thinking we unleash abundance. We restore ecosystems and then design new economic ways with everything nature has to offer.’

Desiree offers up the following Blue Economy businesses that might inspire hope, and love in us all. Check them out.

Award-Winning Entrepreneurs

There are many award-winning start-ups in our Blue Economy network. Have a look at some inspiring examples:

Better still, read her inspirational post and see if you too can be inspired by what she and others do, all in the name of love.

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Yet many of us offer ourselves up as sacrificial lambs, not once, but often, even when the pain lives on in our minds for a while. In time though, the agony becomes a distant memory, and we are left only with the thoughts of the wonder people we were, the tenacity that held us together, and the roar of the crowd as we limped across the line. I shared a few thoughts with Helen and she urged me to write my experience. Here it is. Arriving on Bougainville Island – in The Pacific My husband and I had been runners for quite a few years, often participating in the annual Canberra Fun Run, some ten kilometres that started in the south of the city and finished in the city centre by the lake. That distance was a relatively easy run for us. Though never star performers we could still put in impressive times. But then we chose to live and work in PNG for a while… …on the beautiful island of Bougainville, beautiful one day, perfect the next. (Home of Bougainville Copper Ltd.) To be honest there was little to do there. We found out very quickly that it was an island where you made your own fun, sail, run, play squash, or golf, and we determined to do just that. I quickly found a Hash House Harriers’ group and joined it immediately. It was a diverse group of women from all corners of the globe. They were very welcoming, and intent on having fun. Fine by me. We did some great runs together. I soon found out that a marathon was being held in July…it was May at that time. May. Only ten women were participating fully. Others were doing a relay…more about that later. I asked about participating, but was assured that I could never be fit enough… Say what? Red rag to a bull! I quietly registered and joined some women in daily pre-dawn runs, which meant starting at 5am, running for one hour. It’s the best time of the day there, warm, but not hot and humid! On the weekends we would do the full marathon distance (40km from memory), taking different routes but never doing the actual route. Well, we soon became very fit And I had kept quiet about my marathon hopes. (I waited until the last minute to submit my name.) Sometimes I’d hear discussions on our hash runs, bets about who would take out the first three places, two young teachers from the international school where I was teaching, and another local girl. And even when they learned that I was planning to participate, the names of the three putative ‘winners’ never changed. Surprise? No So the morning of the race began. As I said, I’d never run the route before. All I knew was that we would start off in the mountains of Panguna (the mine site), in pitch black, at 4am. All I had to do was follow the torch brigade up five km of steep terrain, and the rest would be easy, all downhill to Arawa, and the beach. Sounds easy, doesn’t it! I set off with friends but eventually we all lost each other and the road stretched out, and I was alone with the dark, the quiet, and my thoughts. And then – suddenly a car screeched to a halt… …and some tall black men jumped out. All I could see were flashes of pearly-white teeth. I screamed! I really thought this was it. My life would be over in a flash. I don’t know how fast I ran, but I’m sure it was impressive. One of them caught up to me. By this time I thought my heart would explode. “Don’t worry!” he called as he ran alongside. “We’re in the relay.” Damn! I should have realized! My husband was also participating in the relay. I relaxed immediately. So, I regained my senses and ploughed on… Soon the sun was up, a hot, unforgiving sun that I was ill-prepared for. I had no water with me as I’d been assured there would be drinks on the way, which was true, sickly, sugary drinks. Not exactly ideal liquid for a runner. But along the way I met up with many male runners who showed me where to find fresh water creeks. We’d have a chat as we greedily gulped it down, then back on our way we went. Once again, I was alone with my thoughts and questioning the sanity of my decision. Apart from the unrelenting heat, and muscle soreness, the run stretched out, the odd car hooting as they passed us by. Towards the last three km, there was a right turn that would take us to the Arawa township, and home. Temptation! By this time, like most others, I was totally and utterly exhausted, and the temptation was there. Turning right would end my pain. Clearly though, the organizers had got that one covered. They’d set up a cheering squad, including staff and students from school, to keep us all going. At one stage I looked back to see if any other women were behind me. One was a friend Christine. She immediately became my competition. Friend as she was, I couldn’t allow her to beat me, and painful and wiped out as I felt, somehow I found the energy to put one foot forward after the other, and cross…the…line. I’d made it! Christine was only a few paces behind, but I had beaten her. What was most important though, was that I had completed the marathon. I came third, and completely changed the projections. The number one female was the gym teacher, the second was also a teacher, but the youngest by far, and third was little old me. So the pundits got it wrong To be honest I would have been happy just to have finished the marathon. That was truly my intention. Gaining a place was just a little icing on the cake. Did I do another one the next week? Of course not, but I did a fun-run two weeks later. It was challenging enough but the element of fun prevailed. And that, when I think about it, is another story worth sharing. But not for now. The lesson? Meantime, all I can say is, if you want to do something, don’t listen to the naysayers. Go ahead and at least try. You can do one of two things, succeed, or fall a little short. To me, there is no failure. That is the preserve of the professionals. Ours is just to give anything we want to do our best shot. If we succeed, great. If we don’t there are always lessons to be learned. “When you try something you risk failure. When you don’t, you ensure it.”

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It’s about struggle, and effort, and determination, and never, ever, ever giving up. In the end it’s about crossing that bloody fine line.

running a marathon
Photo by Quino Al on Unsplash

My humble running story – determination can win through…

This morning I read a post by Helen Cassidy Page where she had committed to writing one article a day for the whole of this month, her theory being that if she could set her mind to walking a marathon, and completing it, writing a daily article should be a walk in the park.

Of course anyone who has actually walked, or run a marathon, knows it’s anything but a walk in the park. It’s more closely related to insanity. Yet many of us offer ourselves up as sacrificial lambs, not once, but often, even when the pain lives on in our minds for a while.

In time though, the agony becomes a distant memory, and we are left only with the thoughts of the wonder people we were, the tenacity that held us together, and the roar of the crowd as we limped across the line.

I shared a few thoughts with Helen and she urged me to write my experience. Here it is.

Arriving on Bougainville Island – in The Pacific

My husband and I had been runners for quite a few years, often participating in the annual Canberra Fun Run, some ten kilometres that started in the south of the city and finished in the city centre by the lake.

That distance was a relatively easy run for us. Though never star performers we could still put in impressive times.

But then we chose to live and work in PNG for a while…

…on the beautiful island of Bougainville, beautiful one day, perfect the next. (Home of Bougainville Copper Ltd.)

To be honest there was little to do there. We found out very quickly that it was an island where you made your own fun, sail, run, play squash, or golf, and we determined to do just that.

I quickly found a Hash House Harriers’ group and joined it immediately. It was a diverse group of women from all corners of the globe. They were very welcoming, and intent on having fun. Fine by me. We did some great runs together.

I soon found out that a marathon was being held in July…it was May at that time.

May. Only ten women were participating fully. Others were doing a relay…more about that later.

I asked about participating, but was assured that I could never be fit enough…

Say what? Red rag to a bull!

I quietly registered and joined some women in daily pre-dawn runs, which meant starting at 5am, running for one hour.

It’s the best time of the day there, warm, but not hot and humid!

On the weekends we would do the full marathon distance (40km from memory), taking different routes but never doing the actual route.

Well, we soon became very fit

And I had kept quiet about my marathon hopes. (I waited until the last minute to submit my name.)

Sometimes I’d hear discussions on our hash runs, bets about who would take out the first three places, two young teachers from the international school where I was teaching, and another local girl.

And even when they learned that I was planning to participate, the names of the three putative ‘winners’ never changed.

Surprise? No

So the morning of the race began.

As I said, I’d never run the route before. All I knew was that we would start off in the mountains of Panguna (the mine site), in pitch black, at 4am.

All I had to do was follow the torch brigade up five km of steep terrain, and the rest would be easy, all downhill to Arawa, and the beach.

Sounds easy, doesn’t it!

I set off with friends but eventually we all lost each other and the road stretched out, and I was alone with the dark, the quiet, and my thoughts.

And then – suddenly a car screeched to a halt…

…and some tall black men jumped out. All I could see were flashes of pearly-white teeth.

I screamed! I really thought this was it. My life would be over in a flash. I don’t know how fast I ran, but I’m sure it was impressive.

One of them caught up to me. By this time I thought my heart would explode. “Don’t worry!” he called as he ran alongside. “We’re in the relay.”

Damn! I should have realized!

My husband was also participating in the relay. I relaxed immediately.

So, I regained my senses and ploughed on…

Soon the sun was up, a hot, unforgiving sun that I was ill-prepared for. I had no water with me as I’d been assured there would be drinks on the way, which was true, sickly, sugary drinks. Not exactly ideal liquid for a runner.

But along the way I met up with many male runners who showed me where to find fresh water creeks. We’d have a chat as we greedily gulped it down, then back on our way we went.

Once again, I was alone with my thoughts and questioning the sanity of my decision.

Apart from the unrelenting heat, and muscle soreness, the run stretched out, the odd car hooting as they passed us by.

Towards the last three km, there was a right turn that would take us to the Arawa township, and home.

Temptation!

By this time, like most others, I was totally and utterly exhausted, and the temptation was there. Turning right would end my pain.

Clearly though, the organizers had got that one covered. They’d set up a cheering squad, including staff and students from school, to keep us all going.

At one stage I looked back to see if any other women were behind me. One was a friend Christine. She immediately became my competition. Friend as she was, I couldn’t allow her to beat me, and painful and wiped out as I felt, somehow I found the energy to put one foot forward after the other, and cross…the…line.

I’d made it!

Christine was only a few paces behind, but I had beaten her.

What was most important though, was that I had completed the marathon. I came third, and completely changed the projections.

The number one female was the gym teacher, the second was also a teacher, but the youngest by far, and third was little old me.

So the pundits got it wrong

To be honest I would have been happy just to have finished the marathon. That was truly my intention. Gaining a place was just a little icing on the cake.

Did I do another one the next week?

Of course not, but I did a fun-run two weeks later. It was challenging enough but the element of fun prevailed.

And that, when I think about it, is another story worth sharing. But not for now.

The lesson?

Meantime, all I can say is, if you want to do something, don’t listen to the naysayers.

Go ahead and at least try.

You can do one of two things, succeed, or fall a little short. To me, there is no failure. That is the preserve of the professionals.

Ours is just to give anything we want to do our best shot. If we succeed, great. If we don’t there are always lessons to be learned.

“When you try something you risk failure. When you don’t, you ensure it.

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When Freedom Is Taken Overnight The Whole World Should Take Up The Cause https://ponmyword.com/when-freedom-is-taken-overnight-the-whole-world-should-take-up-the-cause/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=when-freedom-is-taken-overnight-the-whole-world-should-take-up-the-cause https://ponmyword.com/when-freedom-is-taken-overnight-the-whole-world-should-take-up-the-cause/#respond Tue, 05 Apr 2022 06:58:35 +0000 https://ponmyword.com/?p=2583 Whilst any women are captives of the Taliban, none of us ever can be, or should feel, free How much we take for granted… If there is anything that women in our western society should treasure most, it is the personal freedom we enjoy. Personal freedom…what can I say? That it is much more precious than gold or diamonds, goes without saying, for the alternative is bleak. Freedom is a gift that we enjoy, but with it comes personal responsibility. Yet we women in the western world tend to take it for granted. The freedom to choose how we might do things: how to dress where to travel what and where to study whom to marry our sexual orientation to have children – or not elect to be silent stand for a cause or drive a car For twenty years, following the 9/11 attack by Al-Qaeda, and with the help of agencies from other countries, Afghan women have garnered incredible courage, and inched slowly but surely towards freedoms that many of us don’t really think too much about. To wear, or not to wear, makeup.  To go dancing, learn to drive a car, attend university, and to choose a husband at a time that is appropriate, is cherished by them. And even though, over the last twenty years, these freedoms have been fought for, and won, in relative terms, Afghan women have never assumed the freedom that we do. They were still looking over their shoulders, still fighting for equality, and though they hadn’t quite made the grade, things were changing for the better, for them, until recently. When we speak of freedom, what exactly do we mean? Perhaps thinking of its antithesis is a better way of looking at it. Imagine not being able to go out alone, as a female. Imagine not being able to plan ahead. Imagine, even if you could, not knowing with certainty that you could follow through with plans. Imagine not being able to uphold and stand by your beliefs. Imagine the slavery of living your life in this uncertainty. As I watched Afghan people clamber onto the American military aircraft this morning, some falling as the plane took off, I prayed quietly for them. Could I even get close to understanding their desperation? Of course the answer is no. None of us westerners can. Where is the fairness in life when some of us are born into cultures where freedom to speak and to act, to pursue dreams, to make decisions for ourselves, to thumb our proverbial noses at establishments, are presumed. Whilst others live in darkness. That the spot on earth where you are born, and the culture that wraps around you, is the determinant of your hopes and dreams, is sad beyond belief. That the Taliban has returned to Afghanistan is undoubtedly catastrophic for women. Sure, they are promising much, but old habits, old cultures, and attitudes die hard. We all understand this. Afghani women are fearful. They know that their freedom is now but one step away from extinction, when the chips are down, and there is no room for backpedalling. An insider’s view Lynsey Addario, an American photographic journalist, speaks of the hard road travelled by Afghani women in their fight for freedom. She states: ‘One morning in the summer of 1999, Shukriya Barakzai woke up feeling dizzy and feverish. According to the Taliban’s rules, she needed a Maharram, a male guardian, in order to leave home to visit the doctor. Her husband was at work, and she had no sons. So she shaved her 2-year-old daughter’s head, dressed her in boys’ clothing to pass her off as a guardian, and slipped on a burka. Its blue folds hid her fingertips, painted red in violation of the Taliban’s ban on nail polish. She asked her neighbor, another woman, to walk with her to the doctor in central Kabul. Around 4:30 p.m. they left the doctor’s office with a prescription. They were heading toward the pharmacy when a truckload of Taliban militants from the Ministry for the Propagation of Virtue and Prevention of Vice pulled up beside them. The men regularly drove around Kabul in pickup trucks, looking for Afghans to publicly shame and punish for violating their moral code. ‘The men jumped out of the truck and started whipping Barakzai with a rubber cable until she fell over, then continued whipping her. When they finished, she stood up, crying. She was shocked and humiliated. She had never been beaten before. ‘”Are you familiar with something we call sadism?” Barakzai asked me when we spoke recently. “Like they don’t know why, but they are just trying to beat you, harm you, disrespect you. This is now [what] they enjoy. Even they don’t know the reason.”’ Such sadistic behaviour is modelled, though, as Barakzai said, not necessarily understood. But what we can all imagine, is that Barakzai would never ever take a risk again, the trauma being a constant reminder that the next punishment would be even worse. Yet she embraced her fears What it did instead was to make her more determined than ever to stand up to cruelty and subjugation. With courage in both hands she became an activist, and ‘organized underground classes for girls at the sprawling apartment complex where she and her family lived, home to some 45 families. Barakzai would go on to help draft Afghanistan’s constitution and serve two terms in Parliament.’ Had she not been beaten, had she not been humiliated, she might never have envisioned her calling. ‘Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms — to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.’ Might this be about to change? Could women be under renewed threat of sexual slavery once more? ‘A Taliban directive in July asked local religious leaders to provide them with a list of girls over 15 and widows under 45 for ‘marriage’ with Taliban fighters. ‘The increasing onslaught of the Taliban in Afghanistan that includes their move to control women, has generated fear. ‘One of the first moves of the Taliban after taking swift control of over large parts of the country has been to issue a diktat for Afghan women. Minimal resistance and lack of international pressure has coupled to intensify their violence.’ One can only imagine the abject fear of the Afghani women. To be transported back to the dark ages, to learn how to be subservient, and to put behind them, the benefits of education and freedom, is hell indeed. From all we read in the media, world leaders are truly concerned about how all this will play out. In this article many leaders express their outrage at what they see as a brutal, frightening dictatorship, yet the Taliban insists they want to work on the world stage with world leaders. The whole world will be watching. The following two stories make interesting reading on the same issue. https://conqueringcognitions.medium.com/i-cant-find-the-right-words-a93ef2484740 https://medium.com/know-thyself-heal-thyself/can-we-do-more-than-watch-in-horror-as-afghanistan-falls-to-the-taliban-cfedfb0a7ea0

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Whilst any women are captives of the Taliban, none of us ever can be, or should feel, free

Afghanistan women
Photo by Baran Lotfollahi on Unsplash

How much we take for granted…

If there is anything that women in our western society should treasure most, it is the personal freedom we enjoy.

Personal freedom…what can I say? That it is much more precious than gold or diamonds, goes without saying, for the alternative is bleak.

Freedom is a gift that we enjoy, but with it comes personal responsibility.

Yet we women in the western world tend to take it for granted.

The freedom to choose how we might do things:

  • how to dress
  • where to travel
  • what and where to study
  • whom to marry
  • our sexual orientation
  • to have children – or not
  • elect to be silent
  • stand for a cause
  • or drive a car

For twenty years, following the 9/11 attack by Al-Qaeda, and with the help of agencies from other countries, Afghan women have garnered incredible courage, and inched slowly but surely towards freedoms that many of us don’t really think too much about.

To wear, or not to wear, makeup.  To go dancing, learn to drive a car, attend university, and to choose a husband at a time that is appropriate, is cherished by them.

And even though, over the last twenty years, these freedoms have been fought for, and won, in relative terms, Afghan women have never assumed the freedom that we do.

They were still looking over their shoulders, still fighting for equality, and though they hadn’t quite made the grade, things were changing for the better, for them, until recently.

When we speak of freedom, what exactly do we mean?

Perhaps thinking of its antithesis is a better way of looking at it.

Imagine not being able to go out alone, as a female.

Imagine not being able to plan ahead.

Imagine, even if you could, not knowing with certainty that you could follow through with plans.

Imagine not being able to uphold and stand by your beliefs.

Imagine the slavery of living your life in this uncertainty.

As I watched Afghan people clamber onto the American military aircraft this morning, some falling as the plane took off, I prayed quietly for them.

Could I even get close to understanding their desperation?

Of course the answer is no. None of us westerners can.

Where is the fairness in life when some of us are born into cultures where freedom to speak and to act, to pursue dreams, to make decisions for ourselves, to thumb our proverbial noses at establishments, are presumed.

Whilst others live in darkness.

That the spot on earth where you are born, and the culture that wraps around you, is the determinant of your hopes and dreams, is sad beyond belief.

That the Taliban has returned to Afghanistan is undoubtedly catastrophic for women. Sure, they are promising much, but old habits, old cultures, and attitudes die hard. We all understand this.

Afghani women are fearful. They know that their freedom is now but one step away from extinction, when the chips are down, and there is no room for backpedalling.

An insider’s view

Lynsey Addario, an American photographic journalist, speaks of the hard road travelled by Afghani women in their fight for freedom. She states:

One morning in the summer of 1999, Shukriya Barakzai woke up feeling dizzy and feverish. According to the Taliban’s rules, she needed a Maharram, a male guardian, in order to leave home to visit the doctor. Her husband was at work, and she had no sons. So she shaved her 2-year-old daughter’s head, dressed her in boys’ clothing to pass her off as a guardian, and slipped on a burka. Its blue folds hid her fingertips, painted red in violation of the Taliban’s ban on nail polish. She asked her neighbor, another woman, to walk with her to the doctor in central Kabul. Around 4:30 p.m. they left the doctor’s office with a prescription. They were heading toward the pharmacy when a truckload of Taliban militants from the Ministry for the Propagation of Virtue and Prevention of Vice pulled up beside them. The men regularly drove around Kabul in pickup trucks, looking for Afghans to publicly shame and punish for violating their moral code.

The men jumped out of the truck and started whipping Barakzai with a rubber cable until she fell over, then continued whipping her. When they finished, she stood up, crying. She was shocked and humiliated. She had never been beaten before.

‘”Are you familiar with something we call sadism?” Barakzai asked me when we spoke recently. “Like they don’t know why, but they are just trying to beat you, harm you, disrespect you. This is now [what] they enjoy. Even they don’t know the reason.”’

Such sadistic behaviour is modelled, though, as Barakzai said, not necessarily understood. But what we can all imagine, is that Barakzai would never ever take a risk again, the trauma being a constant reminder that the next punishment would be even worse.

Yet she embraced her fears

What it did instead was to make her more determined than ever to stand up to cruelty and subjugation.

With courage in both hands she became an activist, and ‘organized underground classes for girls at the sprawling apartment complex where she and her family lived, home to some 45 families. Barakzai would go on to help draft Afghanistan’s constitution and serve two terms in Parliament.’

Had she not been beaten, had she not been humiliated, she might never have envisioned her calling.

Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedomsto choose ones attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.

Might this be about to change?

Could women be under renewed threat of sexual slavery once more?

A Taliban directive in July asked local religious leaders to provide them with a list of girls over 15 and widows under 45 for ‘marriage’ with Taliban fighters.

‘The increasing onslaught of the Taliban in Afghanistan that includes their move to control women, has generated fear.

‘One of the first moves of the Taliban after taking swift control of over large parts of the country has been to issue a diktat for Afghan women. Minimal resistance and lack of international pressure has coupled to intensify their violence.’

One can only imagine the abject fear of the Afghani women. To be transported back to the dark ages, to learn how to be subservient, and to put behind them, the benefits of education and freedom, is hell indeed.

From all we read in the media, world leaders are truly concerned about how all this will play out.

In this article many leaders express their outrage at what they see as a brutal, frightening dictatorship, yet the Taliban insists they want to work on the world stage with world leaders.

The whole world will be watching.

The following two stories make interesting reading on the same issue.

https://conqueringcognitions.medium.com/i-cant-find-the-right-words-a93ef2484740

https://medium.com/know-thyself-heal-thyself/can-we-do-more-than-watch-in-horror-as-afghanistan-falls-to-the-taliban-cfedfb0a7ea0

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The notion of reverting to wrapping lunches in paper, just doesn’t stack up against it any more. And how much crockery would we have to replace were our children to eat from china plates? Whether you can afford the perpetual renewal of china is irrelevant, because the convenience of plastic wins hands down. At the completion of this article, I have listed the 5 practical ways that I personally follow to reign in on this plastic explosion. They are simple and achievable. You can jump there right now, but I urge you to read the article to understand their context. What price are we be paying for this convenience? Is our reliance on plastic going to come back and bite us where it hurts most? Or is it already biting? Our homes are awash with the stuff: veneers for furniture; protection for wooden floors; shower gel; power sockets; kitchen appliances; and light fittings. This is just a list I am making, as I look around the room I am working in right now, but we all know that there is so much more. In fact, it’s frighteningly longer, such that we have almost painted ourselves into a corner in our reliance on this product, and in turning it around. In her book, Plastic – A Toxic Love Story, Susan Freinkel talks about her decision to spend one day, just one, without touching anything made of plastic. But wherever she turned, everything seemed to have a plastic base – light switches, kitchen benches, toilet seats; and that didn’t make her day! It was clear that the experiment would have to have a different focus, and so instead, she looked at how many she touched. The number was high. So can we ever do without it? It all seems too hard, doesn’t it…and yet, the crisis is looming and a solution must be found. But not all plastics are created equal Some are used time and time again, and as such, we can almost justify their usage. On the other hand, what about the once-only plastics? Today I am going to focus on just a few. Coffee Pods Close to three million are used, and tossed, each and every day. If we are looking at little more than their amazing popularity, then it’s a business model that has worked well, and has raked in a tidy sum for those companies pandering to our caffeine addiction. But here’s the rub. The original inventor of the pods, John Sylvan, has come out publicly and admitted that he regrets his invention. He freely admits the pods are an environmental disaster. They are neither recyclable nor biodegradable, resulting because of the four-layered plastic that makes up their composition. It’s enough to make you rethink your coffee habit, isn’t it! And then, the ubiquitous plastic bags They’re everywhere and until recently, we used them with little concern for their environmental impact. Statistically, we use five trillion every year. Every second, 160,000 bags are produced, which equates to an annual usage of 700 per person. “While some plastics are lucky enough to be recycled, most are sent to landfill, and the rest is left to its own devices, free to roam our environment, clogging up streams, rivers, lakes and oceans, polluting forests and soils. There is even a new term for it: ‘white pollution’”. I am now no longer part of that statistic. So, no more plastic bags for me. It’s an easy decision for buying. We can always port our own bags to do our shopping, but what about disposing of refuse? In some parts of New South Wales, Australia, local governments have really stepped up to the plate and introduced the recycling of all food scraps, dog poo, and anything else that is organic. It’s wonderful. Even the liner bags of the bins provided are compostable, so they are popped in too. But the best part is that each year, people involved can collect two bags of organic compost, for free. Now that is a great incentive! So, we could feel a little virtuous about the plastic bag problem, but there are other plastics that we aren’t necessarily aware of, including: Our Wardrobes There has never been a time in history when clothes have been so affordable, or when we have spent so enthusiastically on them. It’s that very affordability that means we buy with little thought. Most have a plastic base, and it is that very plastic that threatens our food supply. Professor Sherri Mason, a professor of chemistry and a researcher from the State University of New York, was shocked when she cut open a Great Lakes fish and found synthetic fibres ‘weaving themselves into the gastrointestinal tract’. Think about that! It means that, by default, we could be eating our own clothes! Professor Mason is also the scientist who discovered the dangers of micro-plastics ‘our smallest category of plastics that are categorized as micro-plastics, plastics that have a diameter from 1/3 mm up to 1 mm’. These are linked to cosmetics, such as exfoliating facial scrubs. Facial Scrubs ‘Micro-plastic pollution comes from the fragmentation of larger pieces of plastic waste, small synthetic fibres from clothing, and the micro-beads used in cosmetics and other products. The micro-beads in scrubs, shower gels and toothpaste are potentially an avoidable part of this plastic pollution problem. A single shower could result in 100,000 plastic particles entering the ocean’, said the committee chair. Synthetic clothes harm our food supply For a long and challenging time, ecologist Mark Browne had been intently studying sediment along the world’s shorelines, when he began to notice something that intrigued him. These were fibres that seemed to be at their most abundant around sewage outlets. Our laundries are the source! Through the clothing we wear, we are now much to blame for the proliferation of the microscopic threads which, because they are too tiny to be filtered out at wastewater plants, are sent out to sea and get caught up in the five ocean gyres (currents). Numerous studies have shown that small organisms readily ingest microplastics, introducing toxic pollutants to the food chain. This is: “…the biggest environmental problem you’ve never heard of’. By sampling wastewater from domestic washing machines, Browne estimated that around 1,900 individual fibres can be rinsed off a single synthetic garment — ending up in our oceans”. Browne contacted many clothing companies, in an effort to have them change their practice. None of the better-brand names was interested in cooperating with him. And there is part of the problem. If manufacturers are purely profit-driven, it will be difficult to turn this issue around. Now the fact is we can all sit back, safe in the knowledge that it’s all too hard for us mere mortals, and let the experts sort out our futures, or, we can do something about it ourselves. ‘We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop’. The truth is that we can be the catalyst for change. Sure, synthetics will be with us for a while longer. They’re affordable, often stylish, and they last. History tells us that affordability is always going to win over conscience. So instead, let’s see if, by our actions, we can reduce the environmental impact of our choices. Why not employ the same standards for washing your synthetic clothes as for say, an expensive wool sweater? We don’t wash wool every time we wear it. Wool is expensive and demands care. So treat most of your clothes as you would, wool. Don’t wash things so often. With a little ecological thinking, we can transport ourselves to the days of yore and survive. Take the exercise outfits that we tend to wash more often than is necessary. Why can’t we get seven days’ wear from them before washing them? If you’re playing the sport for an hour or so each day, and if you wear your outfit seven times, that still only equates to less than a workday’s wear. I hear your protest, BUT, before you get too disgusted, we are trying to do our bit to save the planet, are we not? The other bonus in washing less, is that you will be using far less washing powder, (I have already cut back on that and my clothes come out clean!). Besides: ‘Microbeads are designed to last a long time in products and are similarly persistent in the sea. They look like the eggs of small fish or tiny planktonic organisms and so, are taken up by filter-feeding creatures such as krill, shrimps, crabs, lugworms, oysters and small fish. ‘Among these and other animals, microbeads can cause gut blockage, altered feeding behaviour and reduced energy allocation, resulting in impacts on growth and reproduction. Smaller animals are in turn eaten by bigger ones — including fish, birds and marine mammals — and, as the microbeads and their attendant toxins travel up through food webs, the poisons become more concentrated, including in the fish that people eat. So it is that some of what we wash down the sink comes back, and in the process brings a toxic cargo with it’. So what exactly am I advocating here? Be aware of the impact you are having on the environment in the frequent washing of your clothes Think about your comfort habits that have huge ramifications through the food chain CARE! Refuse to buy! Manufacturers will notice and adjust to your modelling. Buy fewer clothes, and instead get creative. And cosmetics? Journalist Jimmy Leach has worrying statistics that challenge us to rethink our beauty regime. ‘The European Commission estimates that each year, Europe releases nearly 9,000 tonnes of cosmetic microbeads into the ocean, although the total quantity is bigger than this. For example, industry association Cosmetics Europe doesn’t recognize plastic particles smaller than 0.001mm as microbeads, and so doesn’t include these in their official statistics. ‘One bottle of sunscreen can contain as many as 10 trillion of these plastic nanoparticles and, considering the vast quantity of such products sold each year, the tonnage of microbeads entering the marine environment from personal care products is very likely higher than generally estimated. ‘Maybe, at the very least, we could discard the ones that contain microplastics such as the polyethene (PE), polypropylenes (PP), and the terephthalates (PET).’ If a growing number of us leaves them on the shelf, they’ll soon get the message. It’s up to us! We either care, or we don’t. There are no half measures. That is not to say that we throw the baby out with the bathwater. What it does challenge us to do is play some small part in being the change we want to see. Based on all of the above, here are 5 practical steps that I have adopted. I don’t use plastic bags for shopping, but is that enough? The answer is clearly no, and I continually seek ways not to use them. I shop at markets for most of my food and take-along containers, and a shopping trolley. I seriously consider my wardrobe — putting time between my want and purchase, has been the best decision I have made. Not shopping for one whole year was even better. Staying away from temptation? Even better still! I’m trying to buy all-natural clothing, but again, it’s not always possible. What is ABSOLUTELY possible...

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Choose to be part of the solution, not the pollution

Plastic Pollution

Plastics, once viewed as a miraculous product, are now proving to be a huge environmental problem.

It has taken a long time for many of us to believe that the ever-so-convenient plastic:

  • Tupperware;
  • storage boxes;
  • children’s toys;
  • bodies of most domestic machinery;
  • plastic wrap;
  • cooking utensils;
  • plastic plates;
  • the computer I am currently working on,

are now seen as out-of-control, environmental hazards.

And yet, to imagine a world without this durable material is almost impossible! Arriving by stealth, it has become a fundamentally convenient part of everyday living.

The notion of reverting to wrapping lunches in paper, just doesn’t stack up against it any more.

And how much crockery would we have to replace were our children to eat from china plates? Whether you can afford the perpetual renewal of china is irrelevant, because the convenience of plastic wins hands down.

At the completion of this article, I have listed the 5 practical ways that I personally follow to reign in on this plastic explosion. They are simple and achievable. You can jump there right now, but I urge you to read the article to understand their context.

What price are we be paying for this convenience?

Is our reliance on plastic going to come back and bite us where it hurts most? Or is it already biting?

Our homes are awash with the stuff:

  • veneers for furniture;
  • protection for wooden floors;
  • shower gel;
  • power sockets;
  • kitchen appliances; and
  • light fittings.

This is just a list I am making, as I look around the room I am working in right now, but we all know that there is so much more.

In fact, it’s frighteningly longer, such that we have almost painted ourselves into a corner in our reliance on this product, and in turning it around.

Plastic PollutionIn her book, Plastic – A Toxic Love Story, Susan Freinkel talks about her decision to spend one day, just one, without touching anything made of plastic. But wherever she turned, everything seemed to have a plastic base – light switches, kitchen benches, toilet seats; and that didn’t make her day!

It was clear that the experiment would have to have a different focus, and so instead, she looked at how many she touched.

The number was high.

So can we ever do without it?

It all seems too hard, doesn’t it…and yet, the crisis is looming and a solution must be found.

But not all plastics are created equal

Some are used time and time again, and as such, we can almost justify their usage.

On the other hand, what about the once-only plastics? Today I am going to focus on just a few.

Coffee Pods

Close to three million are used, and tossed, each and every day.

If we are looking at little more than their amazing popularity, then it’s a business model that has worked well, and has raked in a tidy sum for those companies pandering to our caffeine addiction.

But here’s the rub. The original inventor of the pods, John Sylvan, has come out publicly and admitted that he regrets his invention. He freely admits the pods are an environmental disaster. They are neither recyclable nor biodegradable, resulting because of the four-layered plastic that makes up their composition.

It’s enough to make you rethink your coffee habit, isn’t it!

And then, the ubiquitous plastic bags

They’re everywhere and until recently, we used them with little concern for their environmental impact.

Statistically, we use five trillion every year.

Every second, 160,000 bags are produced, which equates to an annual usage of 700 per person.

“While some plastics are lucky enough to be recycled, most are sent to landfill, and the rest is left to its own devices, free to roam our environment, clogging up streams, rivers, lakes and oceans, polluting forests and soils. There is even a new term for it: ‘white pollution’”.

I am now no longer part of that statistic. So, no more plastic bags for me. It’s an easy decision for buying. We can always port our own bags to do our shopping, but what about disposing of refuse?

In some parts of New South Wales, Australia, local governments have really stepped up to the plate and introduced the recycling of all food scraps, dog poo, and anything else that is organic. It’s wonderful.

Even the liner bags of the bins provided are compostable, so they are popped in too. But the best part is that each year, people involved can collect two bags of organic compost, for free. Now that is a great incentive!

So, we could feel a little virtuous about the plastic bag problem, but there are other plastics that we aren’t necessarily aware of, including:

Our Wardrobes

There has never been a time in history when clothes have been so affordable, or when we have spent so enthusiastically on them. It’s that very affordability that means we buy with little thought.

Most have a plastic base, and it is that very plastic that threatens our food supply.

Professor Sherri Mason, a professor of chemistry and a researcher from the State University of New York, was shocked when she cut open a Great Lakes fish and found synthetic fibres ‘weaving themselves into the gastrointestinal tract’.

Think about that! It means that, by default, we could be eating our own clothes!

Professor Mason is also the scientist who discovered the dangers of micro-plastics ‘our smallest category of plastics that are categorized as micro-plastics, plastics that have a diameter from 1/3 mm up to 1 mm’.

These are linked to cosmetics, such as exfoliating facial scrubs.

Facial Scrubs

Micro-plastic pollution comes from the fragmentation of larger pieces of plastic waste, small synthetic fibres from clothing, and the micro-beads used in cosmetics and other products. The micro-beads in scrubs, shower gels and toothpaste are potentially an avoidable part of this plastic pollution problem. A single shower could result in 100,000 plastic particles entering the ocean’, said the committee chair.

Synthetic clothes harm our food supply

For a long and challenging time, ecologist Mark Browne had been intently studying sediment along the world’s shorelines, when he began to notice something that intrigued him. These were fibres that seemed to be at their most abundant around sewage outlets.

Our laundries are the source!

Through the clothing we wear, we are now much to blame for the proliferation of the microscopic threads which, because they are too tiny to be filtered out at wastewater plants, are sent out to sea and get caught up in the five ocean gyres (currents). Numerous studies have shown that small organisms readily ingest microplastics, introducing toxic pollutants to the food chain.

This is: “…the biggest environmental problem you’ve never heard of’.

By sampling wastewater from domestic washing machines, Browne estimated that around 1,900 individual fibres can be rinsed off a single synthetic garment — ending up in our oceans”.

Browne contacted many clothing companies, in an effort to have them change their practice. None of the better-brand names was interested in cooperating with him.

And there is part of the problem. If manufacturers are purely profit-driven, it will be difficult to turn this issue around.

Now the fact is we can all sit back, safe in the knowledge that it’s all too hard for us mere mortals, and let the experts sort out our futures, or, we can do something about it ourselves.

‘We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop’.

The truth is that we can be the catalyst for change.

Sure, synthetics will be with us for a while longer. They’re affordable, often stylish, and they last. History tells us that affordability is always going to win over conscience.

So instead, let’s see if, by our actions, we can reduce the environmental impact of our choices.

Why not employ the same standards for washing your synthetic clothes as for say, an expensive wool sweater?

We don’t wash wool every time we wear it. Wool is expensive and demands care.

So treat most of your clothes as you would, wool. Don’t wash things so often. With a little ecological thinking, we can transport ourselves to the days of yore and survive.

Take the exercise outfits that we tend to wash more often than is necessary. Why can’t we get seven days’ wear from them before washing them?

If you’re playing the sport for an hour or so each day, and if you wear your outfit seven times, that still only equates to less than a workday’s wear.

I hear your protest, BUT, before you get too disgusted, we are trying to do our bit to save the planet, are we not?

The other bonus in washing less, is that you will be using far less washing powder, (I have already cut back on that and my clothes come out clean!). Besides:

‘Microbeads are designed to last a long time in products and are similarly persistent in the sea. They look like the eggs of small fish or tiny planktonic organisms and so, are taken up by filter-feeding creatures such as krill, shrimps, crabs, lugworms, oysters and small fish.

‘Among these and other animals, microbeads can cause gut blockage, altered feeding behaviour and reduced energy allocation, resulting in impacts on growth and reproduction. Smaller animals are in turn eaten by bigger ones — including fish, birds and marine mammals — and, as the microbeads and their attendant toxins travel up through food webs, the poisons become more concentrated, including in the fish that people eat. So it is that some of what we wash down the sink comes back, and in the process brings a toxic cargo with it.

So what exactly am I advocating here?

  • Be aware of the impact you are having on the environment in the frequent washing of your clothes
  • Think about your comfort habits that have huge ramifications through the food chain
  • CARE! Refuse to buy! Manufacturers will notice and adjust to your modelling.
  • Buy fewer clothes, and instead get creative.

And cosmetics?

Journalist Jimmy Leach has worrying statistics that challenge us to rethink our beauty regime.

The European Commission estimates that each year, Europe releases nearly 9,000 tonnes of cosmetic microbeads into the ocean, although the total quantity is bigger than this. For example, industry association Cosmetics Europe doesn’t recognize plastic particles smaller than 0.001mm as microbeads, and so doesn’t include these in their official statistics.

‘One bottle of sunscreen can contain as many as 10 trillion of these plastic nanoparticles and, considering the vast quantity of such products sold each year, the tonnage of microbeads entering the marine environment from personal care products is very likely higher than generally estimated.

‘Maybe, at the very least, we could discard the ones that contain microplastics such as the polyethene (PE), polypropylenes (PP), and the terephthalates (PET).’

If a growing number of us leaves them on the shelf, they’ll soon get the message.

It’s up to us!

We either care, or we don’t. There are no half measures. That is not to say that we throw the baby out with the bathwater. What it does challenge us to do is play some small part in being the change we want to see.

Based on all of the above, here are 5 practical steps that I have adopted.

  1. I don’t use plastic bags for shopping, but is that enough? The answer is clearly no, and I continually seek ways not to use them. I shop at markets for most of my food and take-along containers, and a shopping trolley.
  2. I seriously consider my wardrobe — putting time between my want and purchase, has been the best decision I have made. Not shopping for one whole year was even better. Staying away from temptation? Even better still!
  3. I’m trying to buy all-natural clothing, but again, it’s not always possible. What is ABSOLUTELY possible is buying far fewer clothes. I’m committed to that!
  4. I’m paring down the number of cosmetics I use though, to be honest, I was never vested in them.
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Syndrome K – The Brilliant Fake Disease That Saved Lives https://ponmyword.com/syndrome-k-the-brilliant-fake-disease-that-saved-lives/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=syndrome-k-the-brilliant-fake-disease-that-saved-lives https://ponmyword.com/syndrome-k-the-brilliant-fake-disease-that-saved-lives/#respond Mon, 30 Nov 2020 04:22:22 +0000 https://ponmyword.com/?p=716 A Bold Trick That Serves As A Lesson For Us All Bravery is not the absence of fear… It’s the acceptance that fear must be set aside and replaced by something that is so much more important. Imagine that you are a doctor, in the midst of pursuing a career you’ve planned and studied for over many years, and then war breaks out. Not exactly something you planned for, nor something you can even escape. It’s World War II You are an Italian doctor and as such, at the forefront of some sickening realities as you go about your daily work in the Fatebenefratelli Hospital, an ancient building tucked safely away on a tiny island that sits amidst Rome’s Tiber River, and fortuitously, (as it later turned out), close to a Jewish Ghetto. German troops are occupying your country, seeking out, and rounding up Italian Jews, so many of them, and transporting them to concentration camps, where most of them will meet their death. As such, one might assume that the troops would have their eyes on taking over the hospital, with all its conveniences. Yet, despite knowing this, some of the Jews from the ghetto, brave enough to take the risk, managed to escape and flee to the hospital seeking asylum. But now, what do they do? Asylum is one thing: protection another. It has to be effective. As a doctor, you lie in bed at night, scratching your head, tossing and turning, wondering how you can effect the best outcome. And then it hits you! You might not be able to save every Jew in Italy, but what if you could save the few you have tucked away? Your excitement grows as you fabricate in your head, this phenomenon, a strange, highly-contagious disease, an illness that leaves the patient with incredible disfigurements, an illness no soldier would want to be exposed to. Bursting with excitement, you pose the idea to your colleagues, anti-fascist doctors who intellectually were already on board. This group of Italian physicians came up with a plan to courageously thwart this act of genocide for at least some of these victims. They concocted a fake disease that was reputedly so dangerous it would scare off the Nazis from interacting with these “contagious” patients during hospital checks. Incredibly, the physicians were able to admit patients with K syndrome through (to) the end of Nazi occupation. Syndrome K An absolutely fake disease, simple in its scope, and the inspiration of Dr. Vittorio Sacerdoti. It tricked the Nazis, and saved 45 Roman Jews. Simple it might have been, but a very brave form of trickery for the then 28 year-old doctor. Sacerdoti admitted the Jews, and diagnosed them with Syndrome K, the disease being recorded on their medical admission forms. Syndrome K patients were hidden away in rooms designated as dangerously infectious. Children were instructed on how to vehemently cough, as if they had a contagious disease such as tuberculosis. This was the way they would be saved. And it worked! The Nazi inspectors were invited to check all wards, but they declined, deterred from entering by the sound of the coughing and gagging. The name, however, was also something of a tongue-in-cheek joke that could so easily have backfired. The fictitious disease ‘K’ named after either Albert Kesselring or Herbert Kappler. Kesselring was the Nazi Commander-in-Chief South, and ordered Kappler, who was Nazi police chief of Rome, to undertake the massacre at the Ardeatine Caves, where 335 people (soldiers and civilians) were killed. Both Kesselring and Kappler were tried for war crimes and convicted after its end. That the Nazi officials in Rome never became aware that Syndrome K did not, in fact exist, is a triumph of both bravery and stupidity. A happy victory where a falsehood of disinformation, fear and abject ignorance, worked as a force for good. This is a story of incredible bravery, backed up by humour and cunning, something we can marvel at, and yet, we can never know when we too will be called upon to be unimaginably brave. What is bravery after all? Is it doing what is right when the risks are large and threatening? Is it a group of hospital doctors hiding Jews, from Nazis, knowing the odds if they are caught? Is it the German-born volunteer fire-fighter who, during the horrendous bush fires in NSW recently, drove his truck up a precipitous mountain pathway where trees were crashing all around, to rescue a woman with burns to 60 per cent of her body? The truth is that bravery is YOU. It’s ME. It’s US. Whenever we are challenged to do what is right when the risks are decidedly against us, and we are afraid, but we do it anyway, that is genuine bravery. “I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It’s when you know you’re licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.” >>>Atticus Finch – To Kill A Mockingbird There will be times in your life when the only person who knows you are afraid, is you yourself, a time when determination will spur you on and in the process , disarm uncertainty. Fear is a natural feeling that heightens our awareness and serves to warn and protect us. Fear keeps us safe. Brave people know and understand fear But instead of acting negatively to their unwelcome companion, they tighten their control on impending decisions, and triumph. Brave people understand the whys of their fear, such as past experiences, and this allows them to rationalize things and continue on. It follows that, taking action despite your fears, and taking those first strategic steps towards what you want to achieve, will ultimately be a huge measure of your success. All those years ago, Vittorio Sacerdoti and his medical team could so easily have ended up in the Nazi concentration camps. Still they had people relying on them, so they remained stalwart. They harnessed their anxieties, tightened their plans, and through that, saved the lives of others. Perhaps now, you can see, that you too might be brave. (Can you learn to be a bit braver? What about your children? Keep reading…) Proven, practical ideas you can work on Right Now… Fun, cute and entertaining with beautiful illustrations, this is a must have book for children, parents, and especially teachers, to teach kids not to be afraid of changes, and encourage them to explore new skills and expand their comfort zone.

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A Bold Trick That Serves As A Lesson For Us All

Syndrome K

Bravery is not the absence of fear…

It’s the acceptance that fear must be set aside and replaced by something that is so much more important.

Imagine that you are a doctor, in the midst of pursuing a career you’ve planned and studied for over many years, and then war breaks out. Not exactly something you planned for, nor something you can even escape.

It’s World War II

You are an Italian doctor and as such, at the forefront of some sickening realities as you go about your daily work in the Fatebenefratelli Hospital, an ancient building tucked safely away on a tiny island that sits amidst Rome’s Tiber River, and fortuitously, (as it later turned out), close to a Jewish Ghetto.

German troops are occupying your country, seeking out, and rounding up Italian Jews, so many of them, and transporting them to concentration camps, where most of them will meet their death.

As such, one might assume that the troops would have their eyes on taking over the hospital, with all its conveniences. Yet, despite knowing this, some of the Jews from the ghetto, brave enough to take the risk, managed to escape and flee to the hospital seeking asylum.

But now, what do they do?

Asylum is one thing: protection another. It has to be effective.

As a doctor, you lie in bed at night, scratching your head, tossing and turning, wondering how you can effect the best outcome.

And then it hits you!

You might not be able to save every Jew in Italy, but what if you could save the few you have tucked away?

Your excitement grows as you fabricate in your head, this phenomenon, a strange, highly-contagious disease, an illness that leaves the patient with incredible disfigurements, an illness no soldier would want to be exposed to.

Bursting with excitement, you pose the idea to your colleagues, anti-fascist doctors who intellectually were already on board.

This group of Italian physicians came up with a plan to courageously thwart this act of genocide for at least some of these victims. They concocted a fake disease that was reputedly so dangerous it would scare off the Nazis from interacting with these “contagious” patients during hospital checks. Incredibly, the physicians were able to admit patients with K syndrome through (to) the end of Nazi occupation.

Syndrome K

An absolutely fake disease, simple in its scope, and the inspiration of Dr. Vittorio Sacerdoti. It tricked the Nazis, and saved 45 Roman Jews.

Simple it might have been, but a very brave form of trickery for the then 28 year-old doctor. Sacerdoti admitted the Jews, and diagnosed them with Syndrome K, the disease being recorded on their medical admission forms.

Syndrome K patients were hidden away in rooms designated as dangerously infectious. Children were instructed on how to vehemently cough, as if they had a contagious disease such as tuberculosis. This was the way they would be saved.

And it worked!

The Nazi inspectors were invited to check all wards, but they declined, deterred from entering by the sound of the coughing and gagging.

The name, however, was also something of a tongue-in-cheek joke that could so easily have backfired. The fictitious disease ‘K’ named after either Albert Kesselring or Herbert Kappler. Kesselring was the Nazi Commander-in-Chief South, and ordered Kappler, who was Nazi police chief of Rome, to undertake the massacre at the Ardeatine Caves, where 335 people (soldiers and civilians) were killed. Both Kesselring and Kappler were tried for war crimes and convicted after its end.

That the Nazi officials in Rome never became aware that Syndrome K did not, in fact exist, is a triumph of both bravery and stupidity. A happy victory where a falsehood of disinformation, fear and abject ignorance, worked as a force for good.

This is a story of incredible bravery, backed up by humour and cunning, something we can marvel at, and yet, we can never know when we too will be called upon to be unimaginably brave.

What is bravery after all?

  • Is it doing what is right when the risks are large and threatening?
  • Is it a group of hospital doctors hiding Jews, from Nazis, knowing the odds if they are caught?
  • Is it the German-born volunteer fire-fighter who, during the horrendous bush fires in NSW recently, drove his truck up a precipitous mountain pathway where trees were crashing all around, to rescue a woman with burns to 60 per cent of her body?

The truth is that bravery is YOU. It’s ME. It’s US.

Whenever we are challenged to do what is right when the risks are decidedly against us, and we are afraid, but we do it anyway, that is genuine bravery.

“I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It’s when you know you’re licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.” >>>Atticus Finch – To Kill A Mockingbird

There will be times in your life when the only person who knows you are afraid, is you yourself, a time when determination will spur you on and in the process , disarm uncertainty.

Fear is a natural feeling that heightens our awareness and serves to warn and protect us. Fear keeps us safe.

Brave people know and understand fear

But instead of acting negatively to their unwelcome companion, they tighten their control on impending decisions, and triumph.

Brave people understand the whys of their fear, such as past experiences, and this allows them to rationalize things and continue on.

It follows that, taking action despite your fears, and taking those first strategic steps towards what you want to achieve, will ultimately be a huge measure of your success.

All those years ago, Vittorio Sacerdoti and his medical team could so easily have ended up in the Nazi concentration camps. Still they had people relying on them, so they remained stalwart.

They harnessed their anxieties, tightened their plans, and through that, saved the lives of others.

Perhaps now, you can see, that you too might be brave.

(Can you learn to be a bit braver? What about your children? Keep reading…)

Proven, practical ideas you can work on Right Now...

Fun, cute and entertaining with beautiful illustrations, this is a must have book for children, parents, and especially teachers, to teach kids not to be afraid of changes, and encourage them to explore new skills and expand their comfort zone.

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