Dear Mother Earth 2018 — Annas Art – FärgaregårdsAnna

“Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.”  –  George Bernard Shaw

“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.”  – Margaret Mead

 

I am so sorry you have to experience anthropocene. Since I wrote to you in 2016 it feels like we humans haven’t done a single thing to make the anthropocene an anastrophe (opposite of catastrophe). I’m sorry for your melting glaciers, your burning forests, the tsunamis and all asphalt and concrete we humans smothering your […]

via Dear Mother Earth 2018 — Annas Art – FärgaregårdsAnna

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… from Mother Earth

While this was recently posted, I have chosen to re-post it due to a number of people telling me that they did not receive the post. Additionally, it appears that it did not show up in Reader.  For those who have already read it, I do apologise.

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“Sooner or later, we will have to recognize that the Earth has rights, too, to live without pollution. What mankind must know is that human beings cannot live without Mother Earth, but the planet can live without humans.”   – Evo Morales

 

“We won’t have a society if we destroy the environment.”   – Margaret Mead

 

“It is horrifying that we have to fight our own government to save the environment.” –   Ansel Adams

 

…from Mother Earth

Tread gently as you walk

Upon the dark warm soil

It is my flesh – and alive

I have bared all – made myself

Most vulnerable

To you – my children

The seeds of a trillion

Tomorrow – lies deep

Within my womb

Rain and sunlight

Nourish me – I give you

New growth

Nighttime brings me rest

Under the watchful eye

Of moon and stars

Do not fear

Darkness is the gift

Of replenishment

Time of quiet – communion

With the nucleus

Of all being

Healing of the carnage of my body

From those whose quest

Is unrepentant excavation of

Natal opulence

Foreign invasion of my body

By heretics and assassins

Pierced, impaled, stripped and raped

For conquest – in the name of

Progress, state and god/s

Corporate global domination

They shall not be my sovereigns

They are only instruments of my demise

Behold

My redemption is in your hands

As I birthed and nurtured you

Each and everyone

Throughout the ages

I pray that you will now peel back the shroud

For my salvation

Will you

Be the balm of my healing?

Unbind my rivers?

Purge the waste from my body?

Redeem my skies?

For it is the air

We all must inhale

Sanctify this ravaged fount

Cherish all that I

Have given you

For in the song of crickets and birds

I sing to you

In the rush of my waters

You are rocked in my arms

Meditate upon my forests

And all species

I have entrusted to your care

For as they die

So shall you all

Then I shall heal

And go on…

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Bisous,

Léa