Living Deliberately

"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived." Henry David Thoreau, Walden, 1854

Friday, April 22, 2005

Earth Day

Lest we forget, if no other day evokes it, let today be the one where you reflect upon the vital connections that link you to your mother Earth. Where are the soils you know? The trees and plants? What wildlife do you see? And those other vistas, where have you gazed across sublime distance, stood awed at mountains of rock, ages of geology? Remember those places and those things and the feelings they evoke in you. We are no longer taught to follow our impulse to love this Earth. Today, of all days, follow it. Here Norway maples burst with green flowers, magnolias at Lincoln Crossing begin to drop the heavy white pedals they showed off this past week. The willows are completely green. Even the Sudbury recedes to its summer channel, fertile fields emerge in its wake. Cultivation has begun. From greenhouse to green Earth in these next few weeks. Where has your food come from today? Your clothing? Your thoughts? As the morning birds cry from the tree tops, reminding each other of plans for the day, let your own soaring spirit connect to the living breathing, pulsing, growing, blooming, springing Earth. Happy day, mother.

And a pox on the house of Bush and Bolton and Rice. Shame on the Senate and the fully corrupted Republican Party. Enjoy these last days, justice will make its revolutions. An Argentinean Naval Officer sentenced to 300 years in prison by Spain for crimes against humanity. He murdered 30 dissenters during the military dictatorship in Argentina; he drugged them and threw them out of an airplane. The world still believes in human rights and humanity, despite the Bush agenda's denial, despite the tenacious anti-humanity of Republican doctrine. Time will turn, seasons will change. I see Norway maple flowers excited to become seed pods and nurture the next generation. I see hope in our springing landscape. Because of this, against the deep persistence that the Wild represents, I find these grasps for power and un-Earthly acts weak like an overbred showdog. Their hips will fail soon enough. Earth will dawn again.

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