I still get those dreams. The “if-we-don’t-change-things-now” dreams, then glimpses of what will be. They frighten me and I become extremely aware. I look at my fake nails (I have no idea what came over me to go get nails last week) and can see all of the plastic nails in all of the salons and the chemicals that pervade the colors and liquids and fumes. I sigh and look at my fingers…ooh sparkly!
Mother Nature can and will, of course, change as she sees fit. Fires, floods, and I well know that her own temperature has raised and lowered over many more eons than I have been here having dreams. I know that the polar bear on the internet could have died from illness. Yet my heart breaks all the same. My ancestors would have never seen that. They would only know what they could do to heal the waters or the air in their own neck of the woods.
People spark outcry for the drilling on our beautiful lands then fill their cars with the very same fuel that they protested at some point and drive…everywhere.
I would love to live in a little off grid sanctuary- full knowing the work involved- and heal a small area of space in time. That is not my husband’s dream though. What can I do, then, in this space of the planet to be mindful? The bouncing Christmas lights color my home with joy (and electricity) and my coffee is hot and welcoming to the day (and comes from who knows where) and my car doesn’t drive on air and the gifts I am buying may end up in landfills and I sigh and know that we really have gotten ourselves way over our heads. We know that we are doing great harm and that we need to change as a society but we have no idea where to start because by the time we get done looking at starving polar bear pictures and put away our protest signs we have lost sight in despair followed by complacency.
What can we meditate on this Yule season to spread healing to the waters and air and lands of this earth?
Perhaps I will get a bicycle. Stop coloring my hair and nails for godsake. I could start making my own cleaning products again. Unhook the pipes and let the water run into 5 gallon buckets that I could then water the trees with. Sneak a composting toilet in this place. Or I could stop using paper cups while getting coffee. I could stop buying packaging. I could stop buying junk.
If I were to feel more gratitude and wonder here in this place in time that I breathe, I would naturally remember what is good for me and the earth and be more mindful in the coming year.
That could be my new dream. I can’t save the world, but I can start here…
What will you do?