For the beauty of the earth, delacate

We are hung in the balance at our universal crossroad–whether we deny it or not, the earth’s future depends upon all of us. The path can lead out of the greenhouse, where we are all trapped in the hothouse gasses emitted by our factories, our lawn mowers, our refrigerators, our hand mixers, our power tools, our nuclear furnaces, our electricity plants, our mining tools, our oil rigs, our everything dependent on fossil fuels for power, and the peoples of our planet, have become power hungry, and we must feel what each change in temperature, atmosphere, cloud cover, breath we take measures in one degree, for there are eight billion of us devouring smart phones, computer screens, homes, land, individual bathrooms, farm land, city streets, and the earth, the very dirt upon which we, each of us, stand. We threw away billions of reusable kilos of waste, last year, and this year it will be worse for there are more of us. If population levels off somewhere between 10 billion and 13 billion, we cannot avoid our own destruction. Unless…that’s the question, unless? So does each voice, even one more throat croaking into the air, beware, beware, beware, make a minuscule difference? When so many voices come together even in the few hundred people who will read this blog, there can be hope, for my wife and I recycle toilet paper tubes, plastic caps, scraps of newspaper, plastic bottles, everything we can find conceivable to recycle. We use a battery mower which mulches grass and leaves back into the soil. When we cannot mulch, we bundle twigs, sticks, an abundance of leaves, and though we cannot afford a battery-powered vehicle, we use a gas efficient compact car, and several years ago, we eliminated one vehicle and seldom does our car carry one person. We have added two layers of insulation to the steel-sided house, and the loft in the attic insulation measures between 20 and 30 cm. Our home is small, in ft. 1006 sq ft, and still we maintain an extra bedroom for dad or daughter or guest. Even so, we can convert the study to a third bedroom if need be. I’m sure we could do more; we could eat less meat, less dairy, more legumes, more soy, lentils, lima beans, dozens of beans, but this might not be cost-effective in terms of protein per kilo. We have tried to think of as much as possible, heating with natural gas and emitting as few hydrocarbons as possible with two of us. Still, we could, at the sacrifice of privacy, take in a border. This we chose not to do. So, within the truly possible, we are a green family. Are you? Most are not. Most do not see the brink upon which we are poised, so the earth will change and some will die. This is the truth of the matter; some will needlessly die. As a friend put it, we live in the sweet spot, so it probably won’t be us, or all our children. or all our children’s children. The possibility is there–we might wipe most of us away. But, the hope is, in Jesus name, that we can find peace. I have found peace, and I think about the waste, indelible waste. We might all disappear

, and this would be the ultimate, the end of our species, and though the angles sing, we all might be just our own souls, somehow wishing things had been different.

Published by elgwyn

I was a University and community college instructor before retiring. I also worked in fast food restaurants, and retail stores. I am an ordinary man writing for because I want to write and because my education prepared me to write; BA English lit, MA English, EdS higher education, and MFA creative writing, free verse poetry and essays. Blogs are an answer to high-priced self-publishing. Walt Whitman had to self-publish his first 1000 copies of the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass because in 1855 poetry did not sell. Most poets make a living in other ways than writing. Wallace Stevens was an insurance executive, and TS Eliot was a banker. Many writers teach, and always there have been writers who have written because they needed to express their thoughts and feelings. They wrote not necessarily to make money but to express "the old universal truths of the human heart" according to Faulkner. Here I reach a wider audience I missed than by self-publishing, and I stand a better chance to reach a wider audience for less expense than self-publishing. I self-published my first books, Winter from Spring, and Meditations on Gratitude; poetry and photo books which were easier to self-publish than to seek a not to seek a publisher company. This blog allows me to write for an interested audience because I write poetry and personal essays. I write for a friendly audience and present to you a slice of my writing. Perhaps you will enjoy what you read.

One thought on “For the beauty of the earth, delacate

  1. I am the author, and I have freighted myself. I am afraid for humankind, that we go the way of the dinosaurs. We all could make it different, but will we?

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