Y5 – Day 156 – Still Hot

Really? It’s hot and humid and the temperature is going to reach 100degrees tomorrow? Really?

Even the mountains will be unusually too warm this week.

It is sweltering and the earth is beyond the point of tipping. Mother Nature is screaming at us and we still go about our day as if the last white rhino didn’t just meet its extinction.

“SAD” climate change deniers say.

“Too bad, I won’t give up meat.” climate deniers AND believers continue to insist on.

The first step in recovery is awareness of a problem. Then, acceptance of the facts. Last, is acting– as in behavior and thought– for change to take place.

First, we become aware we are terrorizing our planet and brutalizing all sentient beings.

Second, we accept we have contributed to this decline and destruction.

Third, we remedy, repair and rejuvenate our habitat, EARTH!

 

Y5 – Day 146 – Desert Blooms

It took a steep, rugged hike over some dry rock to find artistry in the canyon hills of Santiago Oaks. Thank you to my daughter, V, for sharing this adventure with me. Although the October fires seared the land, nature found a way when the rains came. The sunrise colors and paper textures of the petals juxtapose with leathered or spiny greenery. Vivid against the arid terrain, the desert blooms revealed the grace and wisdom I imagine Georgia O’Keefe sought to convey.

Y5 – Day 109 – Time

I remember growing up on the beaches of Long Island and time stopped as I idly played in the sun – the wet sand and glossy pebbles, hot between my toes. The shore lapping.

Time was still. Joy was mine.  

The smell of sultry, humid heat peppered with salty seaweed baking on the beach. The warmth and taste of the briny water.

Seagulls squawking.  Horseshoe crabs aground and dying on the shore. Fiddler crabs popping out of holes.

Wildlife scurrying amongst the brush on the dunes by the worn redwood fences. The grasses and reeds rustling. A summer breeze wafting through a corridor of beach below a cliff.  

I wake up. I’m startled.

Time is just a blip – yet a continuum. But, only as long as it is held in your mind.