Branches, Farmers and Old-fashioned Bartering

  Have you ever wanted to make a change in your life but found yourself unable to do so?  Have ever walked in the forest and picked up a stick and carried it for a while?  I’ve done this often, and most often when I’m tired of carrying it I throw it from me or I break it rather than simply dropping it.  I might hit it on a tree, or a rock, but it refuses to break so I’ll look for a point of leverage.  Maybe it’s a rock alongside a downed log or two trees growing close together but I want to break it because dropping the stick isn’t enough, it is resisting, it must be broken.  I’m not sure why we want to break things we want to leave behind, but maybe it is because then we can feel we’ve truly left it.  After it’s broken, it’s changed and it can’t resume its former function.  Sometimes I’ve observed that’s how people treat relationships in their life that they want or need to change.  They seek a point of leverage to break relationships they’re tired of carrying and that they want to leave behind.  They just can’t drop them, it has to be broken first to justify the leaving; in so doing, there’s nothing left that might draw them back.  if they aren’t strong enough to walk away, they seek a point of leverage, some flaw to lean hard against to force the break.  It’s sad what we do to each other rather than just peacefully dropping the branch, leaving it whole, walking away in peace.

·         Are there bigger pessimists/whiners in the world than farmers?  I suppose if you are totally at the whim of mother nature you get that way.  If it rains they whine it’s the wrong amount, or the wrong time.  Hot = too hot.  Cold = too cold.  Windy = way too windy.  Humid = too soggy.  Sunny, early season, fruit ripens too fast, workers on another crop no help available.  Cloudy=late season, fruit won’t ripen help has moved on.  Dry= dry fruit.  Water= fungus.  I heard cotton called “poverty weed” one time at a small café near Fresno, yet there were thousands of acres of cotton planted there.  The guy was in a café, buying breakfast.  What he classified as poverty, I couldn’t discern.

·         Now some people in the world are saying that the US policy that led to so many crops like corn being used for fuel is a natural disaster or something.  OK, so we should discount our food and pay premium prices for your oil?  Why are farmers so pessimistic?  Can’t grow wheat in the sand?  Your gas is as important to me eating as the US corn is to you eating.  Let’s make a deal.

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