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Why Do I Write This Blog???

The easiest (and probably the most honest) answer to that question is: I don't know. It all started in the summer of 2005, when I went to Crawford, Texas ( a.k.a. the home of the prez's ranch, a.k.a. the home of Camp Casey) to support Cindy Sheehan. I wanted the world to know that, contrary to what one could read in the mainstream media, the peace movement was alive and well and large numbers of Americans did not support the war in Iraq. I wanted people to know that thousands of Americans were willing to travel to Texas and tolerate the heat, humidity, and bugs in order to support a grieving mother whose new purpose was to shine a light on the lies that led to the war and to bring home our troops so that no other mother would have to know the pain that she felt.

Over time, this blog has become more of an exploration of who I am, my spirituality, and how life works. I love life's complexities, exploring the shades of gray. I want to, as Rainier Maria Rilke said,

"Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer."

Maybe my blog is just one big question about what is needed in order for people to take the time to love and cherish each other and our earth. Maybe someday, I will "live along some distant day into the answer."

In the meantime, thank you for joining me on my journey. I welcome you to share yours with me

 

Saturday, January 26, 2008

What Will The Earth Look Like For Our Grandchildren?

When I hike in the mountains and foothills of Colorado, I often look across valleys and wonder what they used to look like before we came along and plastered roads, houses, and big box stores everywhere they would fit. In my mind I can still see the wild lands that lie underneath all that we've done.

I put myself in the place of someone a hundred years ago and imagine how my breath would be taken away at the sight in front of me. The pristine majesty, the peace, the awe.

There is still so much beauty around us. Many people are working hard to protect it, and I am grateful for that.

(And there are those who are also working hard to rape the earth for profit.)

Now, in addition to the imbalance that we have created in our Rocky Mountains, we are facing a huge change as our mountain forests face their demise. Within the next five years, the pine beetle will have killed off most of our forests. I can't imagine our mountains with only a few trees. The Forest Service states that this deforestation will increase fires and flooding and affect our water supply.

I didn't read any mention of the loss of habitat for animals.

They also don't mention the changes that occur when the forests no longer cool the land or give our souls a place to rest and rejuvenate.

Will we soon only have photos of our beloved forests?


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posted by Carol at 8:33 PM


4 Comments:

Blogger Sometimes Saintly Nick said...

This is a fabulous post, Carol. Thank you.

Your words remind me of a song by John Denver that old tree-hugger me used to play on my guitar and sing with other similar folks years ago. It you don't mind, I'll share the lyrics:

Whose garden was this
It must have been lovely
Did it have flowers
Ive seen pictures of flowers
And Id love to have smelled one

Whose river was this
You say it ran freely
Blue was its colour
And Ive seen blue in some pictures
And Id love to have been there

Tell me again, I need to know
The forest had trees, the meadows were green
The oceans were blue
And birds really flew
Can you swear that its true

Whose grey sky was this
Or was it a blue one
You say they were breezes
Ive heard records of breezes
And Id love to have felt one

Tell me again, I need to know
The forest had trees, the meadows were green
The oceans were blue
And birds really flew
Can you swear that its true

Whose garden was this
It must have been lovely
Did it have flowers
Ive seen pictures of flowers
And Id love to have smelled one

Tell me again, I need to know
Tell me again, I need to know
Tell me again, I need to know

1:26 PM  
Blogger Carol said...

Ah, Nick... I am crying.

I have attachment to the blue sky, the forests and meadows. I can't imagine life without them.

Thank you for sharing these words.

I have always loved John Denver - and I always will...

Thank you, thank you.

1:55 PM  
Blogger San said...

Thank you, Carol. In northern New Mexico we still have some wilderness areas, but we have lost lots of trees too.

You're right--it's frightening to envision what it might look like two hundred years from now.

The Native Americans have this beautiful belief that a person should, in her own lifetime, be mindful of how her actions will affect the next several generations. This isn't just a spiritual point of view. It makes perfect rational sense. How we came to feel that what we do doesn't matter shows how detached we've become from ourselves.

4:46 PM  
Blogger Carol said...

Hello San!


It is always nice to hear from you!

You said, How we came to feel that what we do doesn't matter shows how detached we've become from ourselves.

Yes!

We have forgotten who we are. But we can still choose to remember... and I hope we will.

9:51 PM  

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