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Once you've read enough, and seen enough, and done enough, you start to recognize this "smell test" more. You start to trust your gut. You start to notice when things are just not right. * You start to see disposable water bottles in front of city leaders at City Hall meetings still, almost three years into cityhood in what is supposed to be a "green community" and you know it doesn't pass the smell test. * You see a neighboring city's ripped-up sidewalks for more than five months, with no alternative pedestrian access to safe travel, a quarter mile from two schools where many children used to walk (and some still do, despite dangerous conditions, and let's not even get into the days it rains), and you know it doesn't pass the smell test. * You hear about yet more genetically modified crop approvals, and you know it doesn't pass the smell test. * You see increased evidence that our children are being poisoned by everyday products (can you say triclosan ?) and the environment (can you say bus idling ?) and you know it doesn't pass the smell test. * And you follow the truly disturbing story about municipalities and private industry claiming sewage sludge, with all it pharmaceuticals, persistent herbicides, heavy metals, and other toxins, is safe to put on food gardens and farms. You know, beyond a doubt, that this doesn't pass the smell test, yet no labeling is required when sewage sludge is included in bagged compost, and pseudo-organic reference to these "bio-solids" just makes it more confusing as a consumer. You read everything Jill Richardson of La Vida Locavore has written about this, and you say, "Thank goodness for Jill in this world." ( I loved her book, Recipe for America, from a couple years ago, by the way.) And so I thought of the sweet potatoes as I left the school, and how I had served as a steward in my local community and metropolitan area, but that now I was feeling pulls elsewhere--inwardly (home) and outwardly (beyond my borders and around the world). I decided to stop my other blog, Sustainable Pattie , and to step back (or, rather, to encourage others to step forward more) in my leadership role with Team Food Pantry , in order to make more space in my life for whatever it was that was trying to bloom for me. No, I hadn't missed it. I hadn't missed it at all. |
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