Another storm has swept across the bay -- this one even more ferocious than the last, leaving behind flooded streets, sagging hillsides and skies bluer than they would be without all that grey to prop them up. After the roaring rains Christmas day and the tropical deluge of Christmas night, the parks on Boxer's Day were empty but sparkling, and my little dog and I enjoyed walking alone along the shore.
Well, we weren't entirely alone.
Ducks paddled happily about on the newly formed ponds covering the green expanse of the ball field. Not much chance for Christmas touch football games here, but the mallards with the shimmering green heads and neat white collars are happy indeed.
We just go on, determined to maintain our ferocious belief in our old stodgy ways of 'progress', believing that bigger is better, more is necessary, but that 'new and improved' attitude as a foundation for living is destroying both the present and the future. It is clear now that if we don't adapt, if we don't scale back, find simpler ways of being, we will destroy the planet.
Our climate is changing with a speed not predicted, and that change is our fault. We have suffered through more extreme climate events than ever this year, but still few are making the necessary changes in their lives that might slow the change, ensure a healthy future for future generations on the planet. Everyone thinks change is someone else's responsibility, and so storms grow ever more ferocious. And we go on, merrily consuming, consuming, consuming, demanding more oil to meet the needs of this increased consumption, this greedy scraping all there is to scrape from the bones of our Mother earth.
The future destruction of the planet is preventable, but I fear we lack the willpower to change. We are not as adaptable as ducks. Humans want their wars, their things, their luxuries.
If only more people could understand that the luxury they crave is beauty, and that beauty already surrounds them, then perhaps we could protect that beauty, save our planet.
luxury is the planet itself,
the sky wide above the willing land below, white waves on
seas, light after the storm, oxalis in yellow bloom, dry grasses suddenly green, small critters scampering from rock to rock, iridescent plumage of wild ducks, an unexpected shadow, a bright flash of color. The air we breathe.
Why can't we change, understand less as more, be content to enjoy the small moments.