Anishinaabeg, the Haudenosaunee, and the Métis stewarded the land that is now our farm. It as part of the Dish with One Spoon Wampum Belt Covenant, an agreement between the Iroquois Confederacy, the Ojibway and other allied Nations to peaceably share and care for the resources around the Great Lakes.
Canadian settlers bought this land from descendants of Sir Joseph Brant and began to farm. Several generations of families worked together to create the Nelson community of farmers in our area. With growth and expansion, a lot has changed a lot in the last 50 years and we are proud to be a part of Burlington's efforts to support local farming.
We would like to acknowledge that our farm land is part of the Treaty Lands and Territory of the Mississaugas of the Credit.
This farm is a family affair! If you come to the farm, you will likely meet one or both of us - Steve and Erin. We have diverse careers in sustainable technology, education, and healing. This farm is an expression of our long-held interests and passions related to health, learning, and community-building.
We believe;
When we were deciding on a name for our farm, we repeatedly returned to the writing "A Pale Blue Dot" by Carl Sagan for inspiration. Eventually, we decided to name our farm Blue Dot Acres. Here is the poem. Perhaps you will find it to be just as inspiring as we do.
Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives.
The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there -- on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.
-Carl Sagan
A Pale Blue Dot
1994
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