
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Your Money or Your Life rides again

Ground Hog Day - Take Two
The movie by that name is a great spiritual teaching tale. A world weary reporter, sent to report on a hick town celebration of Ground Hog Day, discovers that he wakes up again and again on the same day - there is no tomorrow. Nothing he can do can move time forward and he becomes more and more reckless, knowing there will be no consequences as there is no future. Only when he actually gets over himself and becomes a loving human being does the clock start ticking forward again.
Hmm. And what does this have to do with me? I'm a bit shocked after a long snooze about the shadow I cast - and I'm looking for a way to not get stuck in my reactions. Read on...
As Your Money or Your Life hits the bookstores and nearly the top 100 bestseller list on Amazon - and as I become more active in support of it (blogging, website, emails) - I'm visibly reemerging from my 5-year 'sleep' (to heal my body and life). More light is shining on me. Several times in the last month or so I've winced at how my words and work are being picked up by others. More than once something I considered "mine" - words, website, name even - is used by someone without request or attribution. Part of me wants to say, "Hey, wait a minute, that's mine" and another part knows that no words or ideas are mine - they are just my unique re-mix of language and thought honed over thousands of years by my ancestors.
I pondered this. When is it wise to defend what is mine, and when is it wise to just let it go?
My work on freedom and limits helped a lot. Freedom, I saw over years of thought, is only possible in the realm of spirit. Only in spirit (or in love) can we occupy the same space at the same time with another - happily. The rest of the time we're in the everyday material world. Here, everything that exists has a boundary. As Meg Wheatley said in a
If I put my name on a combination of words and ideas, that makes them in some way part of my identity. If someone sees my name on the outside of something, they know there will be a particular kind of value inside. I don't want to be selfish or stingy - but if my name is to mean anything, if my words are to carry value, if my special honing of ideas are to carry weight, there needs to be some patrolling of whether others have taken them as their own. No?
I brought this dilemma with a fellow writer. He said when he was younger and his ideas were lifted without attribution he felt flattered. People more famous than him thought his stuff was smart enough to put it in their own work. After he got older, though, it bothered him that things he'd written were reworked by others who then put their names on it without giving credit.
"And now?" I asked, thinking I'd find a clue to being more spacious about my work being taken without permission or citing source.
"It still bothers me," he said. He went on to talk about an early book (see I forget the name) about the Internet where the author talked about the etiquette of the net is "hyperlinking" - that if you lift something from another site you hyperlink to acknowledge your source and give your reader a chance to see beneath the surface to those who inspired and informed you.
Both these ideas - boundary and hyperlink - are about respect. Understanding where you end and another begins, and having good manners - courtesy - at the meeting ground. In fact, life IS about relationship – and so it’s about politely, firmly, lovingly and incessantly negotiating boundaries. The Ten Commandments are largely about knowing who owns what and respecting that.
When I first heard a Native American introduce himself I was puzzled by his recitation of tribe, clan, parents. My hyper-individualistic US self wondered why they all hadn't liberated themselves from their past. Over time this recitation grew on me though. I saw that they had something I'd lost before I was born - a sense of belonging to a people and a place. About a decade ago I spent a year doing weekly Lakota sweat lodges and sank deeper into a worldview that calls on ancestors and spirits to guide, protect and defend the living. And of course just by getting older I've lost some of the arrogance of thinking of myself as having made/remade/invented myself.
Through honoring their source, the native people's make themselves stronger, not weaker. They can call on the power of their ancestors to see them through. They know they are part of a living web of relations - and walk always with respect. They understand the hoop of life, that all things are connected. Respect for the other is how they walk.
So I now see that honoring source, hyperlinking, respecting boundaries is part of what keeps the wholeness of all life in balance through time and space. Ignoring these linkages, taking as one's own what come from the web of life, unbalances, disturbs and trivializes life. Value is held and preserved and increased by a proper boundary just like wine or cheese, sealed off from the outside, improves over time.
I want to be honored - asked permission and acknowledged - because that wince at my words or name or ideas being taken without attribution is there to defend the integrity of life - not just my sorry ass ego.
So how does this work in the world of the web where ideas and text and words fly around like drops in an ocean, losing source as soon as they are released? I don't know. At this level I just need to "get over it" when I see bits of "me" zip by with someone else's name on it. That's life now. If it matters to me, I need to politely write the person/website and say, "If you got that from me, would you be willing to link to my... website, book, blog. Thanks - and I'm glad you liked what I said enough to copy it." I need to let others know what feels like good manners to me. I need to ask for a hyperlink.
If it cuts deeper - if people take my name or work and use it in a way that is antithetical to my intent - I need to defend that boundary with even more vigor - but no less inner ease.
And as I go through life - googling to supplement my addled brain - I need to also hyperlink, honor source. If I don't then I trivialize my own thought and I make the whole web of life and knowledge more superficial. I act as if I am self-made. I disconnect with the wisdom of my elders and others. I make the world more lonely and flat.
As an originator of many things, I am happy when one of my creations takes off and becomes a source for others. Soon enough the hyperlink is lost - and others put their own stamp on it for so long that it becomes truly theirs. My only hope is that I launch my ideas with such clarity, integrity and love that some perfume of that intention lingers even through many iterations. All signals fade eventually, though scraps of every utterance reverberate through all time and space. I know that now, as I reemerge from my tunnel and see the light again, others will again notice, imitate, admire, align with, rebel against and more whatever I put out into the public domain. If I react, I'm stuck in Ground Hog Day until I remember love, remember to soften and share and get over myself.
At the same time, I'll be a stand for honoring source - in my own work and with people who work with me. We all need to be way more humble about what we've actually really really originated as well as a lot more clear about where our boundaries are and how we want others to treat us.
Footnotes for this set of thoughts -- I thank Tad Hargrave and Marilyn Daniels from inspiring these thoughts, Leif Utne, Victoria Castle and Helen Gabel for listening to me chew on them endlessly, Suzanne Fageol for being a stickler on footnotes in the new edition of YOUR MONEY OR YOUR LIFE and also my old webmaster for presenting me with the challenge of wondering what is mine at all. And of course everyone else... this could get ridiculous, but I feel far stronger naming those who've been my teacher than acting like I did it all by myself.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Keeping Quiet - A poem for this time of year
December 20, 2008
Dear friends around the world,
Vicki Robin
www.vickirobin.com
Co-author, Your Money or Your Life
www.yourmoneyoryourlife.info
Box 1501,
Langley, WA 98260
Business Phone: 206.931.8162
Home (personal calls only): 360.221.2251
(Translation from Peaceful Rivers)
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Kurt's Car Fast
I just went to a solstice celebration which completed his year. It was at a beautiful retreat center hall on Whidbey Island. So much snow had fallin in the week before that most events were cancelled, but Kurt persevered and so did we - 70 or more of us showed up for him, for the inspiration of his year and for our own commitment to stretching beyond comfort and assumptions and into braver ways of living.
He offered the following list of learnings from his year, which involved not just NOT doing cars but hiking and biking and kayaking the beaties of his 60 mile region. His learnings are so like mine i wanted to share them with you:
o If we decide to do something, and if we decide that everything worthy of our love hangs in the balance, its amazing what we’re capable of
o Living without a car is challenging, but completely within our capacity
o Making these changes has been easier than I imagined. I can no longer imagine feeling bored or confined here.
o The benefits of this experiment have exceeded the costs by a country mile
o Staying close to home and actively exploring my home terrain has vastly increased my sense of connection and belonging in this place
o My inner life feels richer and more grounded than it did a year ago
o My sense of connection to my neighbors and gratitude for my community is much stronger
o I’m in better shape physically than I’ve been for years, and I’ve hardly even been to the gym
o The daily act of moving from place to place is lived time now, rather than lost time. I’m not checked out when I’m traveling. I’m much more fully engaged.
o I am far less prone to seasonal depression and feelings of despair about the world. I am more open to the truth of what we face, without being so overwhelmed by it.
o I am much more willing to share my gifts and talents without the burden of feeling that my actions are continually out of alignment with my deepest values and convictions. I have a long ways to go in that re-alignment, but I feel I’ve made an honest start, and I feel very encouraged by that.
o I’m far more hopeful that serious change is possible, that we each have it in us to make real changes on a scale commensurate with the challenges we face.
o I am more willing to take other risks now, and I’m not nearly as afraid of what the future might hold.
· When reality steps forward with ultimatums as large as these, and when we turn toward these truths with curiosity and intelligence rather than fear and denial, then the real adventure begins, and there is no measuring what we are capable of.
Friday, December 05, 2008
The Airplane Fast ends
A year of no flying. A year of sticking fairly close to home. A year of settling, grounding, growing roots, growing a bit of moss.
I began the fast because I could no longer pretend that the benefit to the earth, life and the future of my flying was equal to the cost. In other words, I was out of integrity. I was a hypocrite. I was a fat-footed Western Boomer exercising the privilege that comes with being white, educated, American and still somewhat in demand.
I also began the fast because I realized I was now unaware of what needs were being filled by flying, but knowing my identity was somehow tied up in getting up up and away.
I wanted to be down and here. I wanted to know myself without the dazzle of travel. I wanted to belong where I am, be part of someplace and not just a someone, anyplace.
After a few self-conscious months of twitching and itching as the identity of traveler flaked off I stopped completely thinking about what i WASN'T doing and enjoyed ever more the finer things in life. Finer as in seeing finer details of the life I am in - the growing season, the neighbors, the village, the buzzing of the community, the morning light and winter skies, the plays and events. In doing that, I also seemed more settled in myself, seeing deeper in with the surface a bit less roiled. Mind you, "settling down" for a person whose life metaphor is 'on the road' was never appealing, but I had no idea that letting the surface settle would reveal in so much alluring detail the contours of the infinite facets of a single day.
One beautiful long meditation on Orcas Island centered on the classic spiritual question, "Who am I?" The deeper in I went the more I was aware of a self-congratualtory and incessant narrator who is constantly interpreting and evaluating and delightfully chatting and theorizing about my life. I stopped to listen and, like a thief caught red handed, the voice skulked away. In its absence I became aware that I am quite thoroughly a figment of my imagination. That I am nothing, and that nothing is the doorway into being "it all". I became a big motherly surround holding everything within my embrace effortlessly. Who, I asked, do I think is listening to my merry chatter? Who am I trying to impress? For whom am I reshaing through words my raw self into an entertaining persona? For hours I could shuttle back and forth between ecstacy and ego. It became crystal clear that relinquishing ego wasn't good, wasn't virtuous, earned me no brownie points in heaven. Surrendering what isn't real (though entertaining) is the ticket to heaven. What a joke! (of course that voice loves blogging - if you ever read this it has secured it's greatest pleasure... someone listening).
I think who traveled was that voice - the entertainer seeking an audience. I was looking for the echo of myself to know I am somebody. This year has been like a vacation from the demands of the public self so the private self could hang out and have a good time. I'm not fundamentally different, only I am more aware of myself, living at a deeper layer of myself and not so into myself. jeesh. what a joke.
The airplane fast has certainly not been limiting me. Instead it's been limiting a habitual behavior so I could live more in reality. I don't know if the fast did this, but I am more aware, as i appreciate life's finer things, that I am now in the autumn years. I've definitely rounded a bend. Cancer whipped me into the curve and in this year - the fifth since diagnosis - I've slowed enough to make it around the bend. The tasks of the Autumn years are so different and delicious. In my Summer I couldn't imagine how what interests me now would be any fun. What's here, though, is a concentration of the juice of my life, a simmering to blend the flavors of all the many adventures, an asking, "What is this really that I've been through? What are the tasks now? What does it now seem I landed here to learn and have I learned it? What do I do, if anything, with all I've accumulated?" I call myself a "baby elder" because I sense I'm in preparation for another phase and quite awkward in this new skin.
This year has, as well, been productive and challenging. I took on to rewrite Your Money or Your Life and helped produce the second global conversation week and found myself, by the end of the Summer, on a fast track to being out in the world again with the update arriving just as the market finally lost its footing and began to tumble. Looks like my five years of cancer and healing, my five years of getting planted and rooted in self and community, my five years of becoming a thinking feeling body rather than a head with something hanging off it, my five years of fitting back in to life after a big wild ride out there as a 'player' - those years are done and i'm again saddling up and riding out.
My year just ended with a flight at the end of November (last flight was November 2007) to SF to, in part, meet with my colleagues on this new edition of Your Money or Your Life. And in January I'm on the road for real speaking in Denver, Minneapolis, Atlanta, Portland, Vancouver, San Francisco, Seattle and environs.
It's good to belong where you are before being somewhere else - and now i'm ready.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
A Manifesto for this moment in time
First Draft of a Manifesto For Our Times
By Vicki Robin
You’ve heard the bad news. Yes, it’s bad. Everywhere you look, problems are multiplying faster than technology can wipe them up, faster than laws can contain them, faster than wisdom can put them in perspective. Everyday people – you and me – feel disconnected and powerless. But there’s good news. We’re a healthy species. We’re a young species. We’re designed for success. And every single one of us is a member of the species, so we all have the capacity to think and feel and experiment our way into a future that’s healthy for all life. Here are some principles you can count on.
1. We’re not dumb. Ask anyone what the biggest challenges facing the world are in the next decade and you’ll get the same list. We know what’s wrong. We even know a bit of what “right” would look like. It’s a child’s vision of happiness: sunshine, family, flowers, friends, good stuff to do. The problem seems to be a sense of powerlessness. We’re up against a wall. There is no door. We want to do what’s right but every day we contribute to what’s wrong by doing what we must – driving our cars, working for large corporations, buying food grown with poisons, sending our kids to inadequate schools, watching stupid, violent TV programs to numb out. There must be a way to put into practice what we want to be real, what we know to be right. Therefore, we are people committed to creating a door in the wall and opening it so that everyone can have a decent life.
2. We are not greedy. We are a generous species, given half a chance. Once we know we have enough and feel secure that it won’t be taken away (which is totally possible in the world as it is), simple playground fairness tells us we won’t ever be really happy until everyone has enough. Physical appetite teaches us that over-consuming leads to belly aches. You can’t get enough of what you don’t really want. Once you have enough to meet your real and perceived needs, you can liberate yourself from building personal material security and devote yourself to assuring the collective material security for all life. In this context, barter, sharing, gifting, generosity all make sense and are a source of real wealth. Therefore, we are people who pledge to understand and have compassion for our needs, to fill them wisely and to devote the ample overflow of intelligence, care, attention, creativity, love and inventiveness to contributing to the health, sanity and sustainability of life on earth.
3. Good work and good works. We’re a helpful bunch. We like to work (but not all the time, for Heaven’s sakes!). The purpose of work is not just to make money. CEO’s know that. Child care workers know that. Unpaid volunteers know that. We work to learn, to participate in the work of the world, to challenge ourselves, to pass the time, to get out and meet people, to prove ourselves, to play. Therefore, we are people who pledge ourselves, to the best of our ability, to work for the good of the world while assuring our own well-being and that we meet our financial obligations.
4. Success. We are not the “best” species, but we are a wonderful species – full of creativity, compassion, tenacity and devotion. The fact that we are, in this moment, contributing to a major die-off of other species and degradation of the biosphere isn’t proof that we are bad. It shows that we are immature and need to grow up. The young of any species must learn the consequences of their actions. As a young species, our task is to face the dark side of our expansiveness and become collectively as wise as our great wise ones: Jesus, Buddha, Mohammed, and Confucius – to name just a few. We are people who pledge ourselves to face our errors, to correct our errors and to become wise and generous companions to other people, cultures and species.
5. We are the Natural World – we recognize that the economy is embedded in the natural world, not vice versa. We recognize that “economy” originally meant “household management”. Through the economy, we fill our needs. We launched the Industrial Revolution to win our “battle with nature.” Nature, to some, seemed cruel and unpredictable. The Industrial Revolution (run by manufacturers and machines), and later the consumer economy (run by the current priests, economists), ironed out so many wrinkles so well that we’ve forgotten that our survival DOES depend on a healthy ecosystem. We need clean air, clean water, rich soil, biodiversity, and the web of life. If we treat the natural world like a bottomless cookie jar and a vast sewer system, WE will grow ill. If we eat the seed corn, we won’t have crops in future years. If we tear the siding off our house to feed the wood stove, eventually we won’t have a home. Therefore, we are people who pledge to discover how to achieve real fulfillment of every real need while preserving the integrity of our home, the natural world.
6. Connection. Everything is hitched to everything else. We separate things to control them, but our hearts know that life is a seamless whole. Through the scientific method, we learned to solve one problem at a time. But New Science teaches that life is a complex web, not a simple machine. This reflects our current reality; our ingenuity, together with liberalized trade and sophisticated technology, can create new solutions and therefore new problems at unimaginable speed. Indeed, our imaginations are exhausted. We can barely cope. So we leave the future to “those in the know.” Instead of being overwhelmed, however, we can learn to walk and chew gum at the same time. We can hold contradictory information in our awareness without having to settle on one thing. We can hold six world problems and 12 world solutions in our awareness and watch new patterns form. We can, as groups, recapture the innocence of fearing and hoping and thinking together about everything that troubles us. Therefore, we are people who pledge to grow our capacity to simultaneously think and feel about the state of our world without going numb, to engage in seeking solutions with the joy of a young child feeding ducks by a pond, to absorb the pain of one another’s ignorance and yearning, and to shift from hopelessness to possibility as our ground of being.
7. Spirit. We are a species who creates value and meaning through stories. Who can contemplate the 15 billion year unfolding of our universe without an overwhelming sense of awe? Or the mysterious emergence of life, the miracle of a nurturing earth and the unpredictable capacity for love of our species? Whatever other species make of this journey through time and evolution, humans everywhere have invented and collected tales, true and mythic, to help us understand this mysterious gift we participate in. It’s called religion. It’s called spirit. It’s called “the gods.” Whatever name we use, the truth is the same. We have values, things we hold dear, hold sacred. We feel shame and remorse when we violate our own truths. We worship. We pray. This is as true about humanity as our biophysiology, our institutions and laws, our material creations. Therefore, we are people who acknowledge our humility, who will incorporate our reverence along with our passion and intelligence in our work of healing the world.
8. Freedom. We are the species that can change its mind; we have the capacity to choose. Pretty awesome! The only catch is that if we choose only our own good to the exclusion of the good of others, the system (be it democracy or the natural world) stops working. So, it turns out we are free to choose the high road or the low road, what’s good for all or just good for us. Could we choose to amend the rules of the game to create a society that values people over profits, life over pollution, mutual care over guns and prisons, vision over dysfunction? Can we use our freedom to dream a new dream for all of life? Therefore, we are people who will claim our freedom to recreate the world in the image and likeness of health, sanity, diversity, joy, sufficiency-for-all, connection, spirit and wisdom for all.
9. Courage. Deep heart, passionate action on behalf of ideals. We have what it takes. We can face our own shadow. We can grieve and release our past, acknowledge our shortcomings, rely on one another as an expression of strength. We are not a nation or planet of sheep, satisfied to be spoon fed mental pap in exchange for security. We rise to the occasion. And this moment in time is one helluva occasion. Therefore, we are people who act on our best information and intuition on behalf of the evolution of life.
10. We have a future. Our children, grandchildren and many generations to come will continue to be the crew of Spaceship Earth. Evolution isn’t over. There is much to discover, within and without. We can’t do it in one generation. We will, for better or worse, pass on unfinished business to the next generations. We are wayfarers. Campers in an ancient and ongoing forest, both natural and human-made. Therefore, we are people committed to leaving this earth in better shape than we found it.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Did I say I was prescient?
Earlier this decade, city officials in Hagerstown, Md., started making the case to build a longer runway at their airport to lure service by regional jets, instead of the turboprop planes that provided its only flights.
Several years and $61.4 million later, the city opened its concrete welcome mat, a new 7,000 foot runway, last November — two months after the airport lost scheduled air service altogether.
Despite its costly investment, a dogged marketing effort by local officials and even help from Congress, the airport has had no luck attracting a new carrier, as the industry struggles under soaring fuel prices.
“Could we pick a worse time to go out and get commercial service? Probably not,” said Carolyn Motz, director of the Hagerstown Regional Airport, which had 10 daily flights a decade ago.
The airports have grown quiet in many other communities, too.
Financially strapped airlines are cutting service, and nearly 30 cities across the United States have seen their scheduled service disappear in the last year, according to the Bureau of Transportation Statistics. Others include New Haven, Conn.; Wilmington, Del.; Lake Havasu City, Ariz.; and Boulder City, Nev.
Over the same period, more than 400 airports, in cities large and small, have seen flight cuts. Over all, the number of scheduled flights in the United States dropped 3 percent in May, or 22,900 fewer flights than in May 2007, according to the Official Airline Guide.
And the service cuts are far from over, as jet fuel prices rise, airlines shut down and companies consider mergers, like the Delta-Northwest deal.
For American travelers, the shift means that they can no longer bank on scheduling flights to reach their destination within a single day, said Robert W. Mann Jr., an industry consultant in Port Washington, N.Y.
“Everybody expects frequent, convenient, high-quality service with great connectivity to the rest of the world,” Mr. Mann said. But given the steep rise in fuel prices, which are up 84.5 percent from a year ago, airlines have to make difficult choices on service.
Fewer passengers are expected to fly this summer, traditionally the peak season for air travel — partly because of the soft economy, of course, but the difficulty of traveling may also be a factor.
The Air Transport Association, an industry trade group, predicts 211.5 million people will fly between June 1 and Aug. 31, down more than 2 million passengers from last year’s record of 213.5 million.
Flights seem to be disappearing by the day.
Last week, Mesa Air Lines, a regional carrier based in Phoenix, said it would shut down Air Midwest, a regional subsidiary, on June 30. The move will eliminate service to 16 small cities in the 10 remaining states where Air Midwest, which had already cut flights, still operated.
Eliminating flights is the latest move by the airlines in a cost-cutting drive that also has led to ticket prices climbing 10 times this year and new fees, from charges for checking extra bags to changing itineraries.
Almost every major carrier, from American Airlines to Delta Air Lines and US Airways, is crossing cities off its list, leaving passengers with fewer choices than a year ago.
Some travelers have no choices, but it is not for lack of trying by city and state officials. After Hagerstown briefly lost its eligibility for a government program called the Essential Air Service last year, Maryland’s Congressional delegation helped win an extension that allowed Hagerstown, as well as Lancaster, Pa., and Brookings, S.D., to remain in the program until Sept. 30.
The Essential Air Service program was created in 1978, when the airline industry was deregulated, to ensure that communities in rural and remote areas would be linked to the nation’s air system.
Under the program, the government provides subsidies of about $100 million a year to the airlines, resulting in service to 102 communities.
But the subsidies have not risen fast enough to cover the jump in jet fuel costs, and passengers have resisted paying higher prices for plane tickets, prompting carriers to pull out of a number of cities, including Hagerstown.
Now, some lawmakers are pushing for more money for the air service program as part of a broader funding bill for the Federal Aviation Administration that is before the Senate. The House passed the measure last year.
Even with the longer runway, and the federal subsidy, Hagerstown has not been able to persuade another carrier to take the place of Air Midwest, which discontinued its two daily flights to Pittsburgh last fall.
Ms. Motz says that is now unlikely to happen before the extension expires, given the time an airline needs to start new service. “With airlines going out of business and capacity being reduced, it is very difficult,” she said.
Lacking flights, Hagerstown residents must drive an hour and a half to Baltimore-Washington International Airport, or face even longer trips to Washington’s two airports.
Without passenger service, the airport’s revenue comes primarily from military and private aviation.
“We would love to have service here, especially since there have been millions of dollars in improvements,” said Lewis Metzner, a city council member.
Plattsburgh, N.Y., is also hoping to get more flights. And it has more than just a longer runway — it has a brand new airport, built on a former air force base.
The airport offers three flights a day on a nine-seat Cessna to Boston, via Cape Air, as well as three flights a week to North Carolina on Myrtle Beach DirectAir and four weekly flights to Fort Lauderdale and Orlando on Allegiant, a low-fare carrier.
Plattsburgh had a daily flight to Albany under CommutAir, a commuter carrier linked to Continental Airlines that operated 19-seat aircraft. But CommutAir discontinued service to Plattsburgh last year, before the airport moved to its new location.
Now, the town’s only current connection to a major airline is through Cape Air, which has partnership arrangements with Continental and JetBlue.
Cape Air service is provided under an Essential Air Service contract that gives Cape Air with a subsidy of $650 a flight, or about $73 a passenger for a trip that costs $94 one-way, said Christopher D. Kreig, the airport’s manager.
But the subsidies have not ensured stability. Cape Air is the third airline in a year to hold the contract. After CommutAir pulled out, Big Sky Airlines served Plattsburgh for just seven weeks, leaving in January, when the airline dropped service to East Coast airports.
However, Myrtle Beach and Allegiant came in without government assistance, attracted in part by the airport’s proximity to Canada, which Plattsburgh emphasizes in its marketing campaign.
Mr. Kreig acknowledges the service is an odd mix for Plattsburgh’s passengers.
But Mr. Mann, the industry consultant, sees only one way that small cities like Plattsburgh can attract new business — and it is probably one that passengers will not like. “You can profitably fly small airplanes only if the people on them pay very high prices,” he said.
Mary M. Chapman contributed reporting.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Ethics of Air Travel?
Sparks Fly Over Ethics of Air Travel
Why some say travelers should think twice before boarding.
By G. Jeffrey MacDonald | Correspondent of The Christian Science Monitor
from the April 28, 2008 edition
Correspondent G. Jeffrey MacDonald talks about environmental groups around the world that advocate a reduction in passenger aviation to cut down on greenhouse gases.
Travelers troubled by rising airfares, canceled flights, and overcrowded tarmacs are hearing yet another reason to reconsider air travel.
Some say it's unethical to fly.
Earlier this month, neighborhood and environmental activists staged events across
Behind this action lurks an ethics-based argument that's trying to shame routine fliers in developed nations into flying less. The nub: The planet should not have to suffer the consequences of a fast-growing (if now troubled) air-travel industry. Hence, the argument goes, an ethical consumer should think twice before buying plane tickets.
"If we're going to reduce aviation's contribution to climate change, then the onus is on people in the rich world to look at their flying habits," says John Stewart, chair of AirportWatch, a Britain-based coalition to curtail flying and airport expansion. That's because most fliers don't live in developing nations, he says.
Estimates for significant growth in air travel are fueling today's ethics debates. The World Tourism Organization projects the number of international leisure travelers to nearly double from 842 million in 2006 to 1.6 billion in 2020. Most of those travelers are expected to go by air.
Science hasn't put the ethical issue to rest. Airplane emissions currently account for about 3 percent of greenhouse-gas emissions worldwide, according to Daniel Sperling, director of the
But doing the trip solo in a car would produce about 66 percent more carbon per passenger mile than an average flight.That flying has a detrimental effect on the environment is widely accepted. The ethical debate hinges instead on such questions as: How much damage is acceptable? When is a flight justified? And when do the benefits of cross-cultural interaction, made possible by flying, outweigh the costs borne by the environment and those who live near runways?
Moral authorities of varied stripes have weighed in. In 2006,
"We ask people to take this seriously," Ms. Morrell says, "and avoid air travel where they possibly can."
Against the prospect of vilification, the airline industry is pushing back. The Air Transport Association, a trade group whose members include most
Airlines aren't alone in making an ethics-based case for flying. Another defender is Martha Honey, executive director of The Center on Ecotourism and Sustainable Development, a Washington, D.C.-based research organization. She notes that nature preserves in many developing countries can sustain their missions only with support from foreign visitors who fly there.
"Of everything involved in tourism, airplane travel is doing the most damage in terms of climate change. That's absolutely true," Ms. Honey says. "But the movement in
Honey recommends taking other steps to minimize climate impacts. Once in a destination, she says, travelers may opt for energy-efficient ground transportation. They can also buy carbon offsets, which usually support either tree-planting initiatives or alternative-energy sources, in an attempt to neutralize the environmental impact of their journeys.
Some advocates for responsible travel, however, remind fliers that offsets don't neatly and easily remove the carbon generated by their jaunts.
"Offsetting is too often used as a bargaining tool [with one's conscience] to say 'Hey, I can fly, I just have to offset,' " says Tricia Barnett, director of Tourism Concern, a Britain-based advocacy organization for local peoples and environments affected by travel. "That's not necessarily a solution." She encourages fliers to also make extra efforts on their trips to eat locally raised foods, use public transportation, and limit water use.
At the Climate Institute, a Washington, D.C.-based group focused on climate-change solutions, Director John Topping feels no great need to make fliers feel guilty. He sees the marketplace as already driving some behaviors that ease pressure on climate change. Business travelers save money by hosting virtual meetings, he says, and short-distance fliers find they can sometimes spend less time and money on travel by riding buses and avoiding airports. Looking to the future, Virgin Atlantic airlines is exploring the use of biofuels in planes. For now, fliers are limited to those powered by petroleum-based jet fuels.
But since Americans generally drive cars more than they fly, some advocates suggest they fix their road habits first.
"What's the point of not taking a flight," asks Julia Bovey, federal communications director for the National Resources Defense Council, "if you're driving to work every day in a vehicle that gets 12 miles to the gallon?"
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Couldn't be a better time to not fly
First there is inconvenience. Not only the long lines to check the shanks in our shoes and our toiletries, but the wiring failures that have grounded many airlines for days, leaving people stranded. Ha! One form of suffering I'm spared by going local.
Next there's the cost. Since it first occurred to me to undertake this fast, the price of a barrel of oil has gone up $40 - a 50% increase in 6 months. Some flights are simply more expensive now.
Finally there's those runway incursions... beep beep beep, news flash...
WASHINGTON — The recent groundings of thousands of flights have raised flags about skipped airplane inspections and botched repairs to wiring.
But what really worries aviation specialists? Runway collisions.
“Where we are most vulnerable at this moment is on the ground,” the chairman of the National Transportation Safety Board, Mark V. Rosenker, said. “To me, this is the most dangerous aspect of flying.”
For the six-month period that ended March 30, there were 15 serious “runway incursions,” compared with 8 in the period a year earlier. Another occurred at Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport on April 6 when a tug operator pulling a Boeing 777 along a taxiway failed to stop at a runway as another plane was landing, missing the tug by about 25 feet.
I am slowly adapting to the limitation I set. I am slowly discovering little pathways and pleasures accessible by foot or car. I am slowly getting used to the idea that if I want to go further afield than a few hundred miles, I may be spending a few days on a train - and liking it. So I look on the madness of travel with some remove - and yes, a bit of immature disdain. These signs of decline in our air travel infrastructure aren't good, and I do feel for the inconvenienced travelers. But I can't help being glad I'm not someone whose plans are in a tizzy because I am subject to the airline industry.Sunday, March 30, 2008
Airplane Fast Month Three
I'm seeing that travel - especially to distant places that require flight - fills so many needs that it's no surprise that I say yes so readily to invitations to go elsewhere. Here are a few:
stimulation (hear new people, ideas, languages)
a break from routines
admiration and respect (when I speak)
socializing (conferences are a big party)
aimlessness (reading novels, poking around)
perspective (i see my life through the eyes of a different culture)
inspiration (i often change direction from insights on my trips)
gratitude (for what i have at home)
new friends (the delights of beginnings and discovery)
learning (history, culture, language, art)
Getting all these needs met locally can be quite a challenge! Color me chuckling.
You see, my life metaphor has been "on the road". I actually lived on the road for 10 years in a motorhome and even after living in Seattle for 16 years I thought of it as temporary. I considered it a spiritual truth - we are all brief travelers on a journey from birth to death and all stability is an illusion since everything changes.
But it seems my signature is changing from "on the road" to "less, local and love" which are my guiding principles for the future when Climate Change and Peak Oil and Resource depletion will require us all to settle down to a smaller footprint. It's also, probably, a recognition that at 62 my will for novelty and adventure is being balanced finally by a desire for rootedness and stability. So this "airplane fast" is actually a crucial practice for this life shift.
As my stone stops rolling I'm gathering a bit of moss and it feels good. I live in a community where many friends have the means and the careers that send them traveling for work and pleasure. Being a homebody this year I notice how hard it is for community to become really solid, regular and predictable. The people here become all the more important to me when I am not out and about collecting new ones.
In this month I've started one new friendship and deepened some others intentionally. A group that was a work group has evolved into a monthly witness group, holding one another's journeys. I've come to appreciate even more those who host regular events I can attend and contribute to - my choir and ecstatic dance class - and have started with two friends what will become a regular local Conversation Cafe (thus becoming a source of stable quality connection for others). Over Easter Weekend I participated in several spiritual opportunities - all the more precious because they were on my doorstep and available. One friend hosted a Day of Mindfulness, others hosted a sweat lodge and others an Easter Service and I drank deep and appreciatively of them all.
Seattle has become as exotic as it gets! I'm volunteering with a team of facilitators to host a "space of compassion" during a five-day Seeds of Compassion event during which the Dalai Lama will inspire and educate tens of thousands on the art and science of compassion, especially how to teach it to our children. Meeting with these people who've been on my radar, but peripherally, for years and planning how we will host the space is quite moving. I feel grateful to have such mighty colleagues within a short drive and want to give more energy to working with them. I'm also speaking at the Green Festival here (did it last year in DC).
For those of you who have stayed put most of your lives this must seem pretty ho-hum, but for me these normal activities like making local friends, going to local events and serving on local committees with the intention of my life belonging to a people and a place is quite radical. I get antsy and want to start planning my next trip - and then channel that energy into yet one more quality experience within walking distance or a short drive.
My friend Kurt Hoelting inspired me last Fall with his "circling home" intention to not get into cars and to bike or bus or kayak his intimate region. We are starting to compare notes, seeking whether we are learning similar things and have something to offer from the experiment. But we're only 3 months in. Check me out in November. Mossy. Maybe bored. Possibly pale as a ghost. Narrow minded. Who knows. How are you going to get them back to the farm after they've seen Paris... and Madrid, Sao Paulo, Moscow, Beijing, Dharamsala, Quito, Macchu Picchu, Cuba and...
It's also been a cold month - we had hail on Easter and snow two days ago. It takes a bit of endurance to stay put when the world closes in a bit and isn't hospitable to expansive outdoor play. So the pleasures I am finding are smaller and more contained. The stay-put-ness is actually digging my inner well deeper.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Airplane Slow...
I thought this morning that I should schedule a retreat after Conversation Week. Somewhere beautiful, relaxing, uplifting, surrounded by grand people.
This afternoon an invitation came in for all that - for free. The only hitch is... it's in upstate New York. I checked the train. It would be 3 days from here to New York City. Only $312. Sitting up all the way. I wrote the organizer, thanking him but guessing I might pass on it. He wrote back:
"i took a sabbatical earlier this year and to get to europe i sailed. let's just say that i will forego europe entirely before sailing there again!"
So where can I go closer to home? There's the Korean Spa in Lynnwood. No joke. It's total self care for under $100. I could organize a gaggle of girlfriends to take a day together there and maybe go to a show in Seattle. Then I checked out Breitenbush. Yep, I could take two days there ($100 plus gas and massage) before speaking in Vancouver, WA.
In the old days (and maybe the future) I'd travel if the destination, purpose and the people appealed and somehow it was 'free'. I hid from myself that it wasn't free to the earth and it wasn't free really as it took those two travel days and two pack/unpack days to make the days away happen. I was a tad enthralled with these unbidden opportunities for high play, good work and deep conversation. In the new days of this Airplane fast I'm discovering it's like most other 'diets.' You substitute one pleasure for another and discover tastes for things that formerly seemed ordinary or invisible. Like people who now vacation in their cars because flight and hotels and exchange rates are through the roof, will I gush eventually about all the beauties close to home?
I also recognize that this constraint is voluntary for me and imposed for most others. I understand that fasting in this way is as much an expression of my privilege as flying. We all live in the ambiguity of the times.
Airplane Fast. Part 2
But here are some observations...
- A question for Conversation Week was submitted from Mauritius. Not sure where it was, I flew over there via maps.live.com. It's an island off the East Coast of Tanzania. Well, back in the old days two months ago I could have imagined myself putting Mauritius with it's beautiful beaches (I could see them in my Internet fly-over) on the "Bucket List" - somewhere to go before kicking the bucket. If my fast goes longer than a year, or if in this year conditions change such that the cost of flying goes into the stratosphere, I'm pretty certainly never going to Mauritius. By land and sea, it is probably 3 months away.
- A deeper sense of belonging is creeping in here on my island. I am becoming part of those who stay put, who make the invisible web that holds the life here while others come and go. I bumped into a woman who was in the Vagina Monologues with me last year and she said with surprise, "You're here!" I replied "I live in Langley." "But you are always off somewhere," she said, "You're never here." I am beginning to feel the difference between my friends who are here and the ones who travel a lot. I really miss my traveling friend... just when i want to take a walk or have a cup of tea, they're answer machine says, "Off to Mauritius (my new code word for far afield), back in two weeks for a week, then off on a cruise in Arctic, gotta see it before it melts."
- Today I realized I'm going to have a challenge in the Fall. There's a conference in Austin I've long wanted to attend, the National Coalition for Dialogue and Deliberation. Is that when I do a road trip in my Honda Insight for a month, visiting friends all along the way? Do I go by train and treat myself to 10 books on tape for the journey? Do I by then figure our a way to attend electronically? Or host a regional gathering here for all the "left behinds".
- Thanks to Leif Utne's work on Conversation Week, I'm entering even more fully the world of Web 2.0, the internet swarms on Facebook, Skype, YouTube, blogs, surveys, webcams, virtual meetings and more. Here in cyberspace, the world is vast and within reach. The future is in the conversation, the infinite permutations and combinations. Decisions aren't made per se, they are born in one conversation and raised in another and become all stars or weaklings as people around the world starve them or feed them attention.
Stay tuned.
What is a host?
Now the month of getting 400 or more hosts signed up to bring Conversation Week to their communities (hopefully on all seven continents) begins. Thousands of people in our networks (the Conversation Cafe, Conversation Week, Global Mindshift, Gaia.com, Facebook, YouTube, QuantumshiftTV and Lord knows where else) will be encouraged to sign up to host. Last year there were probably hundreds of conversations we had no idea were happening - people just participated. Signing up makes them part of the annual global experiment to learn how people around the world can be in respectful dialogue about the worlds most important questions.
But what is a host? How can we communicate what a host is or does so that people realize that's precisely what they do or want to do - but never knew there were others worldwide also persistently holding space for brilliance to arise in human conversation.
Hosts do it in Conversation Cafes, of course, but they also do it in the streets. They talk to people. They invite their views. They ask questions. The observe out loud the world of the bus stop or grocery line or conference break in such a way that others want to add their own views. They make conversational "stone soup".
As the "stone soup" story goes, a group of dirty, weary bums in a railroad yard were standing around a fire and a pot of boiling water, wishing they had something to eat. One guy says, "Hey, we can make stone soup. Here. I've got a few great stones I've save to put in." and he pulls some stones from his pocket, puts them in the pot and sniffs. Mmmm. Another guy then pulls out some carrots he scavenged from Dumpster Diving. Seeing that, someone else takes a few potatoes out of his sack, cuts them with a pocket knife, mumbles "here's some taters" and puts them in. Moments pass and another guy who'd hung back pulls out a whole roasted chicken he'd been intending to eat when the others weren't looking. He borrows the knife, cuts it up and tosses it, bones and all, in the pot. Finally a kid throws in some wild greens he'd just picked... and they enjoyed Stone Soup. When it was all gone but the stones, the first fellow took them back. Never know when you'll need to start another pot.
Hosting is gathering at the fire, inviting people to warm themselves around it, putting on a pot (a container like the process and agreements of the CC) and drop in the first stone - a powerful questions. Conversation Cafes are soul food for hungry minds. They are intelligent conviviality for hungry souls.
I host conversations - at cafes, in my home, with strangers - because it's who I am, not what I do. I can't help it. I am always hosting. I am always inviting others to make meaning with me. I am always asking questions and listening to the answers, always wondering what others think and feel. The world of bustling humans is to me like a vast ocean of hidden meaning. I want to know what people understand of the events of their lives. I want to know the stories others tell themselves about this world we live together in. I want to go out of my mind, to fall out of my certainties for a while and into the conjectures of others. I am willing to be humbled, again and again, by how narrow and harsh and demanding my mind can become, because on the other side of that brittle, lonely place is love. Okay, there it is. Last year in Conversation Week one participant mused, "This feels different than I imagined. This is more than conversation. More than friendship even. This feels like love." I host because I love.
Here are some other thoughts about who you and I are as hosts:
- Hosts aren't made, they're born... whenever one person listens to another without interrupting and discovers that warm witness inside is actually listening to them listen to the other.
- Hosts aren't born, they're made... we can host a Conversation Cafe by the book and discover that at some point we aren't doing hosting, we are hosting. It's like learning to dance. At first you're all feet. And then you're flying.
- A host brings everyone to the table to have the conversation none can yet imagine yet all know must be had.
- A host is the grown up in the room, the one who shines by allowing others to shine.
- A host invites others to break bread and make meaning.
- A host has the courage to not know. And admit it. And ask.
- A host isn't a not-know-it-all.
- A host puts others at ease with their thoughts.
- A host removes what’s in the way of people offering their brilliance to the world.
- A host listens on behalf of the collective.
- A host is hospitable, makes space for others to be at ease.
- A host hospices the brittle, dying ideas that arrive, exhausted to the table.
- A host is a leader of those who will lead once she is gone