The medicine of kindness– by Mary Clear

Once upon a time

There were two old women worried about the world.

They worried and worried, about the fish in the sea, the melting of the ice caps, the heat of the desserts, and the speed of the cars. They worried about oil and starving children in Africa, they worried about floods and people who wanted more than their share.

The two women wondered and worried, wondered and worried, they drank gallons of coffee and came   up with a plan.

Why don’t we use food to make a kinder world said one? Why don’t we stop wondering and worrying, looking for money and blaming others.

Yes said the other lets make a plan and tire our self’s out by doing and trying  so we can stop worrying.

They plotted and planned and drew pictures of the new world they wanted to live in.

A world where food was at the heart of everything, a world where children knew about fish and animals, farming, and nature, a world where sharing was cool, , a world where kindness was king.

They dreamt of new buildings and new methods, a doctors surgery where you could pick apples on the way in and on the way out pick strawberry’s and rhubarb, maybe  visit the herb garden at the back and use 100 magic plants to heal yourself .

They saw streets and car parks planted with vegetables where old and young could help their selves, herbs in tubs on railway stations, broccoli at bus stops.

In-between the vegetable scenes they noticed that people were talking , talking and sharing , sharing  the old lost arts of baking and pickling, slaughtering kindly , rearing , growing, , cooking  and milking.

The butcher the baker and the new cheese maker all had a role in the plan, the schools and the old folks home were  the centre of the dream scheme.

The two women slowed down on the coffee and speeded up on other things , there dreaming needed the magic of the worldwide wondrous web,  using all their combined years of worrying  they set about telling the story to others. they worked hard planting orchards , cooking in the streets, swopping seeds , sharing foods  and dreaming even bigger dreams .

The women joined forces with the good citizens of their town who wanted to contribute to a better world, they found marvellous growers, mighty thinkers, mysterious money, merry cooks and magic makers, and together they feasted and plotted for good things to grow at the heart of the town.

As  the season turned the women began to notice the difference in their town, all the schools were growing food, the big school had a plan to grow fish and vegetables to feed all the children, this mighty plan was to cost huge monies, the money didn’t come it easy but it came.

The old peoples home had a walled garden filled with fruit and vegetables enough and more for everyone.

The police station removed the wanted posters, and posed for visitors next to the 4ft corn , all in the  town  are innocent when it come s to sharing food.

The two women were particularly pleased to see policemen watering veg, they felt good and they felt proud.

The train track people gave over their land to grow vegetables and fruit for passers bye.

Chickens were brought into schools and stated to live in playgrounds, maps of wondrous eggs appeared, because the two women believe every egg matters.

500 trees will bear fruit for the future and another 500 soon to go in, now the people are learning to make their own trees, grafting ideas and rootstocks for the next generations

people came from miles around to wonder at a town where sharing is key to survival.

People with out jobs and people who are poorly all found a space to join in, they had a taste of the future and dug deep to secure the dream.

Churches planted trees and vegetables, without being reminded of the contents of their special book.

The little town did not forget the bee, homes were built for them and loving carers popped up from nowhere to bee incredible.

At the heart of the little town is the ancient market, saddened by modern life , worn tired with the economics of doom, the women knew to survive the cruel times ahead the market must be made strong, they set about a cunning plan to make strong the towns  beating heart. They used the medicine of kindness the salve of co-operation and the tonic of pride.

Like all stories we want a happy ending

There is not an ending to this story or the turning of the world, just a reminder to make worries into dreams and then make them happen.

4 thoughts on “The medicine of kindness– by Mary Clear

  1. This is such an inspirational site! My husband is the tree planter in the family…and I write about trees. Our daughter told us, when she was two or three years old, that we were not her parents, that her parents were trees. We live in Panama where trees grow exceedingly fast. At the Smithsonian Tropical Research Institute, where we work, a big group of people planted more than 100,000 native trees and teak trees three years ago, and now many of them are three or four meters tall…that’s called the Agua Salud project directed by Jeff Hall and it’s meant to show how trees can protect watersheds around the tropics, how they take up carbon as they grow and how they protect biodiversity and form living bridges or corridors for wildlife. About half of the existing tropical forests today are degraded…and it’s important to be able to look at a bit of abandoned pastureland and imagine a forest. Catherine Potvin’s group from McGill University and their colleages are also celebrating the ten year anniversary of another big planting of native trees in Sardinilla, Panama as part of an experiment that showed that tropical pastureland is a source of carbon, whereas their trees are readily sucking carbon out of the atmosphere. But my favorite trees are the trees my husband has planted. He plants them on special occasions, for special people, and because they are beautiful! And they are. We have stopped eating most meat, stopped drinking coffee, stopped drinking alcohol and eating sugar–except on very special occasions–and now we are even inspired to find ways around that…and we feel lighter and happier and hope that other people will try the same experiment to see how they feel. I love the idea that my body turns around its cells very quickly, so that if I change my ways, my body changes. Shape shifting is an easy, conscious process. And many thanks to Colin Tudge for pointing us to this site and for writing about trees, too!

  2. I decided to check you out after your email to me saying thanks for liking your story. I like your story even better now for reading a bit more about you and what you are doing round and about.

    The pic of the Garden I sent you: It was a barren brick back yard when I moved here to Centralish London 3 years ago. A neighbour in my small block of flats resisted my attempt to turn the communal yard into a garden on the grounds that she thought it would attract ants. I was cross and told my neighbour in the opposite block (so near we can ride on the same internet service) and she said we could do it in their block’s back yard. She is the ‘up for it’ kind and we have enjoyed our skip finding, free-cycling, and cutting collecting trips. We often sit and gloat in our lovely garden space over a glass of vino or a cup of coffee.
    Now I know who the person is behind VWG I will look out for you at CLA AGM.

    Speak soon….and toodle pip

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