We want our elected to do something about greenhouse gas emissions. Find better alternatives so we can keep gas guzzling cars and vacations flying all over the world.
We demand change. Now!
We want the industry to use no toxic chemicals or to use too much water or too much energy. Find other materials so we can keep buying cheap stuff everyday.
We demand ecological food. Now!
We want farmers to produce excellent, clean, local, organic meat and vegetables. So we can keep boasting about our happy cow steaks while saving a buck buying imported meat every other day of the week.
We demand a better word. Now!
We want someone else to invent a solution. So WE don’t have to think about our consumption.
That changing consumer patterns is probably the only way to actually do something about climate change!
We demand to be left left alone at our screens, behind closed doors. We feel appalled that you say we have to consider the bigger picture. We just wanted to chase more money and more things until the end of days.
After reading about the comment that Greta Thunberg has to read economy. I wonder if there is anyone out there in position of real power who’s willing to own up to the fact that the economy will have to CHANGE if we are to save ourselves and future generations from global climate crisis, upon crisis, upon crisis...
As some noted last week I was suffering from lack of sleep. Then to make life even more fun, I grinded my teeth so bad that I broke a molar. So now I’m battling constant headaches and a pounding face while I wait for the antibiotics to take care of the infection so I can draw the tooth out…
With water to protect borders. Just close the ports to stop migrants from coming. They’ll drown. But what value do we assign someone leaving failing states to seek a better life?
In-continent frozen waters. European mountain winter, show paperless migrants from a wholly different clime. Why all winter-snow bearing people through history found it wise to respect, fear and revere the Gods of Cold.
Apparently I where unclear in my previous post today – It rains! Right? – that was my first earthweal post this week and this will be my second. Last weeks challenge prompt Ghost made me write this – Restless rest.
– I don’t care if water is getting scarce. – We’ll buy it! We’ll buy all the land, and get all the water and air rights. So we can keep water our gardens in the desert. Keep filling out swimming pools next to the ocean. Keep flying our private jets hither and thither.
– Sir. May I ask? The people…
– It rains all the time. People will have rain water.
– It will be great!
– You’ll see…
Sometimes reality feels way more trough-the-looking-glass wacky then fiction itself. Satire, irony and gallows-humor is my way of coping.
You are here for judgment by the Gods, You may put faith in us, But We do not bear responsibility for your actions.
The Rock cries out to us today, You may stand upon me, But do not hide your face. The Sea butts us about today, You may swim within me, But do not deny your inaction. The Wind whines to us today, You may use my power, But do not avert your eyes. The Fire roars around us today, You may use my warmth, But do not harden your heart.
Mother Earth accuses us today, You may be birthed by me, But do not expect a gentle Eden.
Humanity flails around, Still playing King of the hill, No Age of Aquarius in sight. Siblings fighting over every toy, Wreaking havoc wherever we go. Can we evolve, Grow up, Come together, Save ourselves?
I’ve had a couple of weeks of restless rest. The death-rebirth energies surrounding midwinter tends to do that. Especially if you work with yourself then.
Add to that the realization that climate change is not longer a thing of the future. Climate emergency is NOW. So we should ACT NOW. Stop consuming so much! Choose better materials. Work towards not using fossil fuels. And so on and so forth. All the things I feel like a broken record for repeating again, and again, and again.
As icing on the cake comes angst as a beloved friend, and several others, had a near miss with death. Senseless violence that’s probably aimed at someone, but shows total lack of care for human life. Again, loss of life is down to sheer coincidences. I really don’t want to live in a world where some think blowing a bomb, nearly talking a building, is a correct response to anything!
Holding fast He was soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance
I woke in a steady bed Not a bunk rolled by the sea Weak as a baby chick Occluded like thick fog
A sturdy woman Probably the cook Accustomed to being obeyed Ordered me to have some broth
Hers not the delicate hands that bandaged my injuries Her coarse voice not the sweet note Who sung knitting chants over my broken bones
I ate and slept Ate and slept again Dreaming of Zwaluw Our lovely vessel Tossed like kindling in an angry sea
On the third day I woke to a vision Beautiful Goddess Lilly white arms Long red tresses Dressed in forest green
Her musical voice Shatters the vision
Real Mistress of the island
Sea blue-green eyes Carrying deep grief Ghosts of the past Expressive lips I dare not dwell upon Delicate hands I’ve felt upon my skin Tiny belted waist Gently swelling hips I try to keep my eyes from rising
Again those stormy eyes Not touched by the lips knowing smile
Like she knows the direction of my thoughts The deep pounding of my heart
Oh, Nehalennia, Goddess of the North Sea What are your designs Casting me stranded upon these shores