Old Woman Island and other things
This autumn and winter we are spending a lot of time on Gubbi Gubbi country.
Maria and I have a spectacular lifestyle. We live in a great house in an iconic beachside village. At the moment we are relatively healthy and not only love but really like our family. We are lucky to have an itinerate lifestyle, based on our love of interstate friends and family, Tasmania, Northern NSW and the Sunshine Coast. I’m conscious that all this probably disqualifies me from having any credible voice about alternative ways of living, because it wreaks of privilege. In my defence, I confess to a constant struggle to live with integrity.
We are relentlessly frustrated with our attempts to live consistently with our espoused values. Social inclusion, conscious consumption, environmental drawdown are pin-up lefty ideologies, yes indeed. But they also happen to be things that we think matter deeply. We long to do more than tinker around the edges. We fantasise about variations of opting out, but we feel stuck in a system that unacknowedgingly values power, convenience and comfort above pretty much everything else. The hypocritic irony is that I’m tapping on a keyboard on an aeroplane ….