As you read this I will be on holiday. Woo!
The plan for last few months has been that we will jet off to somewhere sunny – catch the last rays of southern Mediterranean sun. There’s something about the sunshine that just makes me happy. And since we’ve been married we’ve only really holidayed in the UK, and a fair amount of torrential rain has followed us around.
So we earmarked a week in the sun, and I set about seeking out cheap deals. With a growing sense of unease.
Everything looked so impersonal. It was like a holiday conveyor belt, nothing that felt real or special.
Then there was the fact that my carbon footprint is already outrageously oversized thanks to the long-haul flights I take for work each year.
But the biggest questions in my mind came from this sense that we fighting against natural, environmental limits.
It is autumn now, and I like autumn a lot. Why can’t we embrace and enjoy the changing seasons, relish the beauty of England at this time of year, without needing to flee to a different climate?
Working as I do for an organisation with strong convictions and policies when it comes to the environment, I asked some colleagues for their opinions. Unanimously, they said I should go and enjoy my overseas holiday, despite the environmental costs. I’m not writing this to name and shame them, they spoke out of love and generosity towards me, encouraging us towards a holiday. But I couldn’t find anyone to challenge me.
And why this perverse desire to be challenged, even stopped?
For me it plays into a loud debate that has been raging in my head, on and off, for the last couple of years. And it’s about limits.
A friend of ours in Brazil, a radical, crazy urban farmer called Claudio Oliver, spoke to us some time ago about his belief that we need to reinstate “limits, renunciation and a sense of sacredness” into how we live.
Limits aren’t very sexy. Although I’ve read tons of articles saying how crucial they are to children – healthy boundaries in childhood get the big thumbs up. But when it comes to life as an adult they’re seen as cramping our style. Something to overcome.
And our crazy consumerist culture is always driving us to want more, to leap over the limits of our bank balances, and buy everything we want. There’s never a reason to say no. Put it on the credit card. Or riot and steal.
And whatever you want to eat tonight, you can. Regardless of the time of year, or what we can grow in this country, you can go to a restaurant or a supermarket and get pretty much whatever you want.
But I feel like something’s been lost. Treats, for a start. I can get anything at any time, so where does specialness come from now?
And where does pushing the limits lead? To debt, obesity, burn-out, stress. To a banking crisis.
When we were booking our holiday I was agonising – what will make me happy? Our whole culture says – something more, something new.
And the reality is that no holiday can really make me happy. I’ve worked out enough about the world to realize on its own it can never make me happy. Happiness comes from somewhere else, from an attitude of wonder and gratitude, an ability to take pleasure in small things, from knowing that I am loved and I belong.
Pushing the limits of our bank balance and our geography and our use of natural resources to grab some sunshine didn’t feel right. And so we’re off to a beautiful spot in North Devon instead, for a blustery, cosy autumnal break. (Check out the amazing www.pickwellmanor.co.uk – how gorgeous does it look?!).
Which is all well and good for us, but there are bigger questions, aren’t there? About the planet and how we don’t engineer our own extinction by continuing to live on, blind to the limits of the natural world. It’s a question that a lot of people are asking. A big crowd at Tearfund are wrestling with it right now.
Politicians won’t legislate limits if it means they’ll get voted out at the next opportunity. And we do need some legislation. The law can’t do everything, just like abolishing the slave trade hasn’t got rid of slaves. But it makes certain behaviours unacceptable, unjustifiable.
Legislation won’t come until enough people want it. And there’s the challenge. How do we unlearn what constitutes ‘the good life’ in our western bubble, and come to believe in something better? If we can’t school ourselves, we don’t stand a chance in our communities.
How do we recover an appreciation for limits, which strikes right at the heart of our consumer ideology? How do we begin to recognize a life with limits as a better, richer, more generous, more human life?
It sounds so hard, but I am a big believer in imagination. Humans are incredibly creative when we’re suddenly having to constrain ourselves within limits. But the hard bit at the start is that none of those limits are enforced yet. If we’re serious about this (and I really am) we’ll have to begin by enforcing some limits on ourselves, and they’ll probably feel artificial.
The other bit is that’s it’s really hard on your own. So company will be important. Is anyone with me?