Here's the skinny.
We're living in the middle of a global economic depression, which, depending on which newspaper you read, is either going to be the hardest thing you've ever gone through (at the good end) or worse than the Great Depression (at the bad end).
Now that's enough to have the bravest of us reaching for the Prozac.
And, it seems that increasing numbers of us are already doing that, not to mention our therapy sessions and spiritual retreat weekends; and they'll dry up once our redundancy payments go South. A Stanford Daily article from 2005 claimed that half of all Americans were taking anti-depressants.
We live in scary, stressful times.
The rural population is decreasing as more people move to cities to find that elusive job. According to author Dr. Kjell Nordstrom:
A lot of people have never even been to the countryside or seen a farm, let alone worked on it. We're out of the loop. Up high in our apartments, our lives are fast-paced - production and performance is King. We don't know where our food came from. We don't know what the seasons mean.
A hundred years ago, people died from infectious diseases; cholera, malaria, tuberculosis. Now, we succumb to obesity and stress-related illnesses; heart disease, diabetes, cancer. We're told to eat our "five-a-day" - five Government recommended portions of fruit and vegetables (and organic too) to become healthier, fitter, leaner. But bread and convenience foods are cheaper and bigger and so we gorge ourselves on those and get fatter and unhealthier.
And, if bad weather hits us, as it's doing here now in the UK where unprecedented snow storms have brought the entire nation to a grinding halt, we look in our empty cupboards and wonder where the next meal is coming from.
But here's the good news. It doesn't have to be like that. You don't have to live like this. Even in the middle of an urban jungle, even suspended several stories in mid-air with only a balcony or a window ledge, you can get back in the loop. You can be the loop.
And this is how my journey began.
I want to feel the soil between my fingers and watch Nature work her magic. I want to plant and plough and harvest and fill my pantry with jams and herbs and vegetables. Over the coming weeks from my five-story-up apartment in Brighton, I'll share my journey with you; the ups and downs, the learning curve, as I make my way towards filling my own balcony and windowsills with food. Good, wholesome, real food. You can do it in the city - it is possible. You can feed your family and yourself and feed your soul - and I'll be showing you how.
You can be free.