I tell myself I am going to blog about the “big” things – like the imminent end of civilization. And then a hot summer day comes along: a day that is precious and wonderful – and I can’t seem to do it.
Or maybe it’s just laziness on my part. I either post a lot of pictures and write very little, or I write about mundane, everyday things: things you don’t really need a blog to read about.
And most of the time, I channel my thoughts into happy things.l How could I not? I am out in nature even when I am indoors. All I have to do is look out my window to experience the healing effects of this great creation.
And then I get caught up in daily living. Today I put my bean seeds in the ground. I watered my seedlings; I fed the ducks, which are now spending most of the day hiding in the bushes and becoming wild rather than domesticated ducks. I can’t even lure them with food any more. I handled the many, many work assignments on my plate; I caught up with The Voice; I did the laundry; I walked with Abby; Heck, I suppose I accomplished a good deal.
I talked to a friend who was just diagnosed with cancer.
I hate that a lot.
I am basking in the warmth of the sun.
I am wondering what this world is coming to. I am thinking about the utter folly of economic growth. We can’t grow indefinitely. We can’t have the rich getting richer and the poor poorer. None of this is sustainable. I try to have faith that by living my life as I am , I am not adding to the problem. But am I helping to solve it? I will look for those opportunities. Or am I already helping to save it?
I believe we are in uncharted territory and it’s hard to know. I take faith when I hear about more and more sustainable energy being generated. I know that is a move in the right direction. Yes, there are signs I cling to. And then there is the insanity of the oil and gas industry – the “drill, baby drill” people – and the corrupt politicians (and that would be almost all of them). And I despair.
And then I see the yellow flag irises in serried ranks on the edges of the beaver pond and I wonder at the beauty that is still in the world. And I remind myself of the people who care enough to do something to save it.