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Spring is coming, Nature is waking. Along with the Earth's new growth comes the yearly reminder of how far we've divorced ourselves from the Natural World. The common lawn serves as the quintessential illustration of our misguidedness. What is required to create a lawn? Did we not first have to remove the species that called our plots home? Did we not roll out turf or spread uniformed seeds: developed, grown, harvested, manufactured, marketed, packaged, distributed, shipped...? Do we not indefinitely expend resources—both our own and the Earth's—to keep them fed and watered? Do we not buy machines, gasoline, piping, and chemical agents to maintain the aesthetic appeal of these manifestations of Ego? What is the lawn but a rejection of Nature? Of course, the lawn itself is not The Problem—it serves only as a somewhat alarming exemplification of our behaviors and value-structures. We must go on to ask ourselves: If the lawn has become normalized—even praised and Valued—what else has taken root in our minds? What else have we normalized and accepted? What other beliefs and behaviors have we embodied? Who and what are we gifting our resources to, and what are we seeing perpetuated by doing so? Our mind's valleys have long ago been tilled and planted—alien seeds have taken root. We were recruited to the wrong side of a losing war... Disassemble your lawn mowers and sell them for scrap. Dig a hole in your lawn and plant in it a native grass. Reclaim your Self as Nature reclaims its land.   The suffering we inflict upon our own species is inexcusable. The suffering we inflict upon species other than our own is unforgivable.  Join email list.  We have traded Understanding for knowledge.  Join email list.  I was watching Worlds moving past and through my own. They returned my intrigue with wariness, if anything at all. Why do they view me with only misgiving and indifference? The glass's glare answered the question before it could be posed, signaling back to me the separation it represents. It was I who had declared myself as Other—watching, as a spectator, the Worlds of the Living.  Join email list.  Judgement is our prison: the bars, lock, and key. As we build its walls higher, our perspective grows smaller Until our confines of Measure become all we can see.  Join email list. In response to: Buffalo Field Campaign — Update from the Field: More than 18% of the Last Wild Herds are Gone  I saw an image of men killing Bison. They killed the Bison for eating the Grass, Grass they’ve taken for grazing their cattle-- sold to an Industry that steals from its growers, bought from an Industry that’s killing the Land. I saw an image of men earning their living, in a way we’ve been taught to admire. I saw an image portraying a lifestyle, the truth of which is rarely discussed. The frame did not capture the Deserts spreading, nor the Oceans dying. It did not echo the Trees falling, nor the Rivers’ silence. It could not show the Earth warming, nor Tomorrow slipping away. I saw an image of men killing Bison. They did not see their own reflections deaden with the Bisons' eyes.  Join email list.  Think of money as energy-- as food: nutrients. Who are you feeding? What are you seeing strengthened and grown?  Join email list. |
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