Thinking and Doing Outside the Box

The 

Earth would die

If the sun stopped kissing her.

Hafiz

There is blue sky and sweet breeze this morning.  What a treat to see the grass springing back up after days of deluge.  The Lake is filled to the brim again, the river swollen and gray-brown.  This weekend is the beginning of summer.  Already I see campers and RV's wending their way on our back roads.  Moments ago a long line of Harleys roared by, though I never caught a glimpse of them.  It's nice.  Luna and Emerson raced and swam and wrestled and chased until Luna quit, an unheard of event!  She tossed the ball aside, "I quit."  And then trotted under the fence and went down and threw herself in the water to cool down.  Fun to watch Emerson wear her out, since she wore Pie out every single trip to the Lake.  She has perfected a technique of near-drowning the pup:  she beats him to the ball, he swims like an automated porpoise to catch her and snatches the ball right out of her mouth, she snatches it back and swims over the top of him, he goes under and when he pops back up, she pushes him back under, even grabbing his ear and pushing him under.  I watched her do this at least three times.  When he cries out, she lets him go.  In her way, it appears that she is "showing" him to knock off bugging her, and it appeared to work.

I did mention to her that it is not okay to drown Emerson.  Regardless of his annoying puppydumb.

The horizon is a fascinating line:  The space and time between our planet and the infinite void is a tender line.  Our atmosphere, which makes possible our existence is very thin and fragile, which mirrors life, I suppose.  Weeks back I launched into a mind/body-boggling depression, the likes of which I have witnessed in others but never had known myself.  Many women, including friends and clients, experienced a similar event in their lives.  Looking back, I see that most of this coincided with the ecological disaster happening in the Gulf of Mexico of the out-of-control catastrophe of oil spewing forth from the destroyed well at the bottom of the sea.  Regardless of political persuasion, we are all breathing the same air, living in human bodies which are all connected to the Mother and to one another. As our Earth fares, so do we.

Regardless of culture, language, anger, opinions, mistakes, greed, or preference, as humans we are responsible for this mess.  As usual, it is going to take setting aside personal everything to clean it up.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/04/30/louisiana-oil-spill-2010_n_558287.html

(I cannot make this link work; I found it by googling "Gulf of Mexico oil spill photos..."  The photos are profound.)

And, I do not know what to DO.  This is of such magnitude, that it has never been done before.  No one knows what to do.  The dire consequences are here, today.  No more going on about what-if, or my opinion is more important than yours, or good science or bad science, or touchy-feely or tough love.

The time is now, to do something different.  Something that has never been done before:  Co-operate.  Put the brilliance of the human spirit to work for the good of the whole, wide world.

Start maybe, by parking the vehicle.  Shine up the bicycle, lace up the shoes.  Stop spraying petroleum based crap on the flowers, roadsides and gardens.  Enjoy a brown lawn in the summer, since grass is always golden when it ripens.  Leave lights off during daylight hours.  "Living simply" means turning appliances off, walking, talking to one's neighbors.  Obviously it means lots more than I am going to list.

It's just time to start.  Start.  Right now.

xoxoxoLC