The environmental and cultural dangers posed by LNG, fracking, and gas pipelines and the direct effect they may soon have on the Salish Sea, the Comox Valley, and Barkley Sound were discussed at a recent public forum at the Florence Filberg Centre. More than 100 people heard the dire warnings from five anti-fracking activists.
Each week I churn out a Chronicle on climate change. I try to base the chronicle on a story. This week I spent many hours looking for a story and travelled down some wrong roads. Then I found one that seems helpful. So here goes.
There is a very interesting difference between alcohol and cannabis, and it is not about the liquid or the plant. It is it about the extensive dialogue we are currently having about one, while the other has had socially historical impacts, both in plain site and then behind closed doors.
During the summer my wife and I downsized our possessions and moved into a smaller home. A small pond lies a few yards from our back door. Our favourite pastime is watching the life on and around that pond.
You’d think that the collapse of our civilizations and the extinction of much of the natural world would be a most compelling motivator, but the weak kneed response by governments more concerned with economic growth than collapsing civilizations left the conference with much unresolved and little reason to believe current governments will rise to the challenge of keeping our Earth from rising another devastating 1.5 C.
Back in 1975, as a worker in the Vancouver Post Office, I joined 18,000 other postal workers across Canada on the picket line. We were attempting to not only win a wage increase to keep pace with inflation, but more importantly to win protections and some control over the mechanization of our work lives. We were out from Oct 21 until Dec 2 for a total of 43 days.
I’m eighty years old. Looking back over my career, I didn’t think there was much that could still shock me. I saw poverty and violence while working in Spanish Harlem in New York City and in the notorious Manhattan Correctional Center (known as “The Tombs”) in lower Manhattan.
One of the things I love about living in the Comox Valley is looking up and seeing Eagles soaring above me. Usually there are a couple of them playing in the winds. During the herring migration there are sometimes many more.
Our idea of a bully is usually found in a school yard, but in reality it begins and ends with us, as a community. Since I am speaking as a communicator by profession, let me express my thoughts regarding this global topic by using my life as an example, one which mirrors both expressions of inner and outer bullying.
Are you tired through the day and lying helplessly awake at night? Do you long for the vitality to jump out of bed and seize the day with joy and enthusiasm? If you answered yes to any of these questions, the tips in this article can help you quieten your mind and take back the night.