But as I rooted myself in Willits
and as a writer, other adventures became part of my blog, especially
the drama over the Caltrans bypass mowing down whole forests and wetlands in the
interest of feeding hungry workers, project-happy engineers, and the many citizens and leaders insensitive to environmental and indigenous
concerns (as far as I can see).
Kim & Malcolm at Book Passage |
In the last two years, I’ve been very lucky—as
Malcolm Margolin so often says of his own life in the biography I wrote about
his success in the world of writing and small press publishing, The Heyday of Malcolm Margolin: The DamnGood Times of a Fiercely Independent Publisher.
Sadie Margolin (Costello) is second from left on floor. |
Malcolm’s luck
was interwoven with mine, since his daughter and my student Sadie Margolin showed her
father an essay of hers that I’d edited. That serendipitous connection to
Malcolm led to an editing job, a friendship, and more work as a writer at this
juncture of my life. I’m lucky!
I was also fortunate
to work with inspiring teachers and students over many years in schools. I
will always feel that the most important work I could ever do was to help
students find their own voices as writers, speakers, and critical thinkers.
When I
left behind that valuable work promoting positive changes through the world of
classrooms, I was fortunate to find a community in Willits dedicated to
conscious living—be they Buddhists, artists, musicians, organic farmers,
environmentalists, or indigenous activists seeking to save threatened wetlands,
forests, and cultures.
Protest against the drilling and draining of wetlands, 2013 (photo, courtesy of Steve Eberhard) |
In fact, we just engaged in a
spirited protest at the Army Corps of Engineers on Nov. 18th to seek
federal consultation with the members of local Pomo people in protest against the
fill dumped on ancestral archaeological sites, burying them forever, yet another act of cultural genocide.
Protest in SF on Market St. |
Sit in until the Pomo tribal members were heard |
I sat down with Polly
Girvin and other folks on the San Francisco sidewalk until the request to allow
tribal members inside the ACE offices was met. Priscilla Hunter, the
representative of the Coyote Band of Pomo Indians, was attempting to have her
letter of complaint taken into consideration.
Priscilla emerges happy to be heard |
Finally, Priscilla was allowed in
and ultimately emerged, happy to be listened to and ready for the next steps in
this arduous process—one taking centuries for Native peoples to be respected.
The efforts to rebuff thoughtful
engagement with issues of climate change and cultural genocide—continue
unabated. My fellow humans, for better and for worse, amaze me!
Horrors happen
down in the valley or across the world—brutal beheadings, girls abducted and raped, suicide
bombings, Mexican teachers murdered, the pillage of precious natural resources in the interest of profit—the world is a mess!
So I am all the more thankful to reap the benefits of blessings.
Sunset at the hill we call "On Top of the World" |
I’ve been blessed to have this hilltop aerie from which to look out on the restful green of the forests, acres of paths to wander with dogs and visitors, a warm fire in the winter when rain pelts down (we hope), whimsical art to tuck along trails by bounding spring creeks, and a home from which to head off to the coast, to other beautiful forests, and to urban adventures not too far away.
After these
three years of writing this blog, and after many complaints that Blogspot is
not functioning adequately to allow readers to get regular updates, I’ve
decided to discontinue writing on “An Urban Woman’s Guide Back to the Land,” perhaps to
start up another blog one day on a different blogging site (suggestions
welcome!). [This site will stay posted, however.]
In the meantime, I continue with several writing projects. One involves taking the many
compelling stories I’ve found in the letters and diaries of the 19th
century women in the family of my great-great-grandfather H.H. Bancroft and pulling them together into the story of what “archived women” can tell us
about the private sphere of a very public man.
Another exciting project was the
brainchild of Malcolm, to write a history of Berkeley focused on the
environmental influences it has had—in consciousness and movement—with a
special focus on the role of beauty, going back to John Muir and his initiation
of the Sierra Club with UC Berkeley professors, through the Arts and Crafts
Movement and its emphasis on building in conjunction with nature, to the first
city-wide recycling center to the most recent development of an Edible
Schoolyard and more.
Finally, my work helping others write their memoirs or essays carries on. I look forward to seeing many life stories become books that keep those stories alive for generations to come. It is the same work that Malcolm’s publishing company, Heyday, has done for forty years and that my own great-great-grandfather, H.H. Bancroft, cherished in the late 1800s: He said his work was
“to save to the world a mass of valuable human experiences, which otherwise, in the hurry and scramble attending the securing of wealth, power, or place … would have dropped out of existence.”
If you’ve enjoyed this blog and
would like to be included in the invitation to another weblog when I
recommence, let me know, either with a comment here or sent to my email:
teacherkimb@yahoo.com.
Thanks to all who have commented
over time. With so much to read in our modern self-publishing extravaganza on
the web, I am grateful to anyone who’s taken the time to sit with my stories.