Could that realization be the reason that many of those in power don’t really give a damn about people dying? Especially poor people. People of color. People of a different religion?
Or even people of their own political beliefs, gender, race, religion, sexual beliefs. It often appears that many of those in control, and not just in this country, just don’t really care about the suffering of ‘others.’ Could it be that it’s finally sunk in that this planet will not be able to care for 10 billion people for very long? That it’s time to grab all you can, while you can? And if people suffer or die, because of that grab, it no longer matters?
As long as me and my family can survive in comfort, to Hell with others. They are losers. They didn’t work hard enough. So what if they didn’t have the privilege that I grew up with. They were unlucky in choosing their parents.
We came, we conquered, they died. Or Hillary’s version , “We came, we saw, he died.”
And what a mess that created.
It’s harvest time. Sometimes difficult to take a moment to communicate.
At this moment, the house is beginning to fill up with the sweet aroma of cotton candy, once again. I love this time of year.
Harvested another 19 lbs of an heirloom cantaloupe today. When picked ripe off the vine, people want to slurp it up. I’ve seen it happen in the past few days. Juices dripping down chins.
One thing that I’ve learned this year is that drying musk melon concentrates the flavor. Most would prefer the taste of a freshly picked melon, as would I. But, mid winter and into spring, I’ll be savoring a taste of summer with those pieces of dried melon.
Another 5 lbs of cherry tomatoes picked off the vines added to the dryer.
Lots of scents intermingling. It includes a branch of sativa that broke off the plant a couple of days ago and a bucket full of lavender flowers. I wonder if I could patent this smell.
I’m so fortunate to live in on a spot of this planet where my neighbors can’t see me dancing into the night. I also hope they can’t hear me singing. There’s only one house, close enough, that could possibly hear if I really belt one out.
Ideally, that wouldn’t be a concern, but that might be pushing it a bit too far.
Met those neighbors a couple of days ago and they are not likely to dial 911 and say they think their neighbor is in a mental health crisis.
But, if they did, it’s very unlikely that bullets would be fired, ending my life.
I’m thankful for the privilege that I have for not having to be concerned about that. I am also very sorry that there are many other beings on this planet don’t have that privilege.
Many of us attempt to live sustainable lives as best we can when it comes to the food we eat or the energy we consume for our transportation and homes. What often gets ignored is the waste and environmental degradation that comes from the clothes we purchase.
80 Billion articles of clothing are bought each year. In the U.S., by some estimates, the average person throws away up to 80 lbs of clothing a year. Often chemical laden clothing, 85% of which, ends up in landfills, polluting ground water if not contained.
The growing of cotton, which much of our clothing is made from, has destroyed and continues to degrade vast amounts of our top soils. The depth and richness of top soil in the U.S. is what helped make this such a powerful country. It hadn’t been destroyed by ‘civilizations’ prior to settlement by Eurasians. Industrial agriculture sure changed that in a relatively short time.
I choose to wear my clothes out. They become tattered and hole ridden. I’m sure people see me and think that I live in poverty. How do you feel about being seen with holes in your clothes because you are uncomfortable with what other people might think? So you throw them away, adding to the waste stream and soil degradation.
Where are your clothes manufactured? In unsafe factories in some impoverished region of the world? Where people are barely able to live, and often don’t survive? Are they organic or filled with chemicals that adversely affect our environment? How much clothing do you buy that contains hemp?
What’s more important than what other people think about you is what you think about you. Feel good about yourself by questioning your values. Leaving a small footprint gives future generations more of a chance.
Reclaim: Reducing the World of Waste might lend some ideas on how to limit your footprint.