a white heron lays dying in the oil soaked marshes on the louisiana coast.
heartsick. utterly, gut wrenchingly heartsick.
100 years from now, our great grand-children will look back on this time and pronounce us stupid, selfish and shortsighted. at the cost of the greatest estuary of the northern hemisphere, we were unwilling to give up convenience, unwilling to step into the unknown and undergo change. we are addicted to fossil fuels, and we are also in denial.
no foraging friday this week. i am nursing my broken heart by staying home and working on a special dolly for a friend’s little girl. i am documenting the process and will share with you later.
i know the reality of the gulf, and the mind-blowing impact of this catastrophe is painful to take in. but i urge you to do it. let it seep into your bones the way the oil seeps into the lungs, skin, eyes of the animals. then let the sorrow transmutate, into courage, inspiration and ambition…to support change and be a beacon of hope to those who say, “it’s too hard, too costly, too BIG.”
this world and our time here is a gift. let yourself feel your heart’s rawness, let yourself feel outrage, and let yourself love it enough to say, “NO MORE. NEVER AGAIN.”