London: Day 3

Please do not eat the lettuce

My favorite thing today was realizing that I naturally dress like a tree hugger in Britain. This is very good news. Can’t think of any other style I would rather adopt. Many thanks to my handmade clothes and weird scarves and wide toe box shoes for actually helping me fit in.

My other favorite thing was seeing a wall of lettuce—made even brighter by the sign they had to put on the wall of lettuce.

Overheard outside the tube station:
We have to find somewhere to have cake. Right. Now.

I didn’t foresee so many of the sessions I attended at the summit to bring up Trump. In case you’re wondering, people at the Blue Earth Summit in London are not fans. But I’m not interested in dwelling on that.

What I did find fascinating was a marketing conversation that brought him up to make the point that he can say anything he wants, doesn’t matter what, and because of his uncanny ability to appeal to people’s core emotions, he mobilizes millions.

The question that follows: how can we appeal to people’s core emotions to make change for good? I don’t have the answer, but it’s a question I want to consider. I shouldn’t be surprised every time the pen is sharper than the sword, but I am. And why is it so much harder to get traction when trying to wield a pen for good?

The evening finished off beautifully with a short film about bogs. If you don’t yet know how special bogs are, you should read The Girl Who Drank the Moon. Or visit your local bog. Happily for me, the closest bog to me, whether I’m in London or Utah, is Chat Moss in Greater Manchester, England.

Photo from the Chat Moss Project