Monday, March 28, 2011

A Light Bulb of Inspiration: My Earth Hour Story


On March 26, 2011, the world commemorated Earth Hour. For those of us who may not be familiar with what Earth Hour is: Earth Hour started in 2007 in Sydney, Australia when 2.2 million individuals and more than 2,000 businesses turned their lights off for one hour to take a stand against climate change. One year later and Earth Hour had become a global sustainability movement, led by one of my favourite organizations the World Wildlife Fund with more than 50 million people across 35 countries/territories participating.

This year one of those countries was Jamaica. I remember vividly, 2 years ago when I first mentioned the cause to some members of a team I was a part of and they seemed a little unconvinced, but being good sports and after gaining an understanding of what it was about, we sought to sensitize members of the university campus where I spent most of my days at the time. Most persons we spoke to had never heard of the initiative and probably thought we were crazy for asking them to plug out appliances and turn off all lights for an hour on a Saturday night to show support for climate change. Who were these crazy people? So my very first Earth Hour came and went. I sat in the dark between 8:30-9:30 p.m. uncertain if anyone else was in the same boat, but nevertheless finding hope in the knowledge that other persons somewhere else in the world support the cause and that I was doing a good thing.

Fast forward 2 years later to 2011, a group of persons branded as EarthHourJA, taking advantage of the wonderful platform that is Twitter, popped up as a suggestion on Follow Friday. I immediately clicked "follow" and began encouraging my own followers and anyone who would listen to support the cause. This group (whoever they are) got the support of the Jamaica Environment Trust and a number of corporate partners. But, what really warmed my heart were the tweets I read during Earth Hour. So many of my tweeps were supporting the cause and encouraging others to do the same. I sat watching my candles flicker, feeling heartened that yes, my generation really was serious about leading change.

Naysayers, call us wagonists and say that it makes no sense to support the initiative instead of doing what matters. But I put it to you that these persons who were willing to sit in the "dark" for an hour have demonstrated the capacity to join a cause and help in their own way to save the only home we know. So yes it DOES matter. Engendering that kind of support can only further the cause.

As the Earth Hour promos will tell you, go beyond the Hour and be more conscious of your choices. Use recyclable bags at the supermarket and market (the higglers at Coronation market already practise reusing and recycling in a most remarkable way, so follow their lead), turn off the tap, hose or pipe when not in use, reuse plastic bottles, don't buy bottled water- buy a nice bottle and take your water with you, change your light bulbs to energy saving bulbs etc. Here are some more tips.

Essentially, though they may not all see this, I want to express my thanks to whoever EarthHourJA is and my pride that WE, Jamaicans, are finally in our own little way contributing to the change and I hope those of you who read this (if you're not already doing so) start making your contribution as well.

Peace & love.

(the idealist at heart)
xoxo
Keeta :)




Friday, March 4, 2011

True Love's True Form in a Dash


Subsequent to reading my recent post on rescues (click here to see), my bestie read that particular piece (which was speaking about her primarily), to her entire family *blushments* (I invented a cute word? Lol). Her dad and sister then said that I should write something about them. I didn't have to think too long or too hard to come up with an idea because this family (and its varying personalities) were made for a writer's inspiration. And I immediately became excited to share my thoughts with all of you.

What did they inspire? A family of 5 (at the core) the Morgies, as I have affectionately dubbed them (much to the original Morgy's chagrin *chuckle*) are to me the true picture of what I think true love is. Comprising, two parents that have a relationship which possesses the only real attribute of perfection which a relationship should- the will to grow and learn by caring for and being devoted to another person; and to finish the complement of five, three sisters, each very different but who appreciate differences enough to find a common ground. It's not a "Little House on the Prairie" kind of thing. There are issues and concerns at varying points but at the end of the day, seeing and having the distinguished opportunity of being let into their circle I have learned to acknowledge and furthermore, appreciate what true loves a person will have in this world. They are the things/people which at the very foundation are the reason you will see better in yourself.

Earlier this week, I listened to a poem which spoke to the writing on tombstones and what they meant. Don't run off now, I'm not about to get morbid. The poem spoke to how the years of a person's life are written, e.g. Egan Nembhard, 1924- 2010. It noted that the most important part of those words was the dash between the day one was born and the day they died, as that represented all the years you were alive and most importantly all the things which filled those years. We spend our entire lives trying to fill that dash and very often one of the major objectives is finding true love or happiness. Not only romantic love but the kind you share with family, friends or even for something such as a cause which you are wholeheartedly devoted to (like an environmentalist per se).

The Morgies have shown me clearly that some of the things we chase in life, like true love (filial romantic, or otherwise) happiness, success (the type of succes which makes the money seem like a bonus) can be had and that it is very often found in those things which are described as intangible. These are the things that appear very clearly if you make a point to notice them.

Stay true to them and make the best out of your dash.


Peace & love.

xoxo
Keeta :)


Wednesday, March 2, 2011

For My Bat xoxo


Shout-out to my special girlie, the little troublemaker/diva- my NasBat!!! Ur awesome!!

xoxo
Keeta :)

The Best Rescue(r)

You may have been thinking of some dashing man on a white horse (or in some cases a very sturdy donkey- couldn't resist inserting that, lol) coming to the rescue of some cliche "damsel in distress" when you read the title of this post. Or, of some epic rescue from almost-certain doom by some superhero. Well, I refer to neither.

I am referring to a simple, non-superhero like (in the conventional sense at least) girl who, like a reliable player on a team, makes a much-needed save at just the right time.The best rescues come in the form of an act as simple as listening and importantly, and doing so without judgement; something I've had the good fortune to be on the receiving end of. This post is more of a "Thank you" than anything else. It's my way of saying (and noting to all of you) that as has been said countless times, "Good friends are better than pocket money". When you have one be sure to acknowledge that and like any good relationship work to keep it strong.

And now for my pointed closing statement *chuckle*:

Thanks to Morgy (a.k.a. Golden Wings) for always being so amazing and for being a true white knight whenever I need one.



Peace & love.
xoxo
-Keeta :)