There is so much bad and sad news about.
And all of it important: Deforestation, Pollution, War Crimes, Domestic Violence, Hate Crimes, Homelessness, and so much more.
To ignore any of it seems a crime in itself. Do I want to be ignorant and unfeeling?
And yet is lying awake at night in a state of paralysis doing any good either?
And so I picked one thing I can do, one thing that is the very best of what I have to offer.
I plant trees.
I plant trees and have faith that those of you who document, march, write letters, offer safe harbour and commit other acts of nonviolence are all out there taking action with me.
All of us, all giving the very best of ourselves.
via Daily Prompt: Overwhelming
Driving up past Karalee and seeing the big bulldozers pushing down acres and acres of enormous gums.
Getting told by Ipswich City Council that it was ‘out of their hands.’ But I could be grateful that they had ‘insisted that a suitable person be employed to relocate any koalas.’ (What of the other animals? And where the hell would the koalas go?).
Turning up to habitat group that weekend with twenty other volunteers to tend to a piece of land a fraction of the size lost that after years of work was starting to look good and comparing it with what had been destroyed in one week.
Seeing miles of ticky tacky houses being built bang on top of each other on the bare naked earth. Hot boxes for the poor, miles from schools, transport and jobs.
Thinking about it all these years later.
via Daily Prompt: Devastation
Crossing the cliff face, I look down
the world rushes up at me. So I look up
the world rushes down at me. So I
slide my hand across solid stone. And I
Physio, rego, sugar, and bread
I woke in a panic, gasping for breath.
Laundry, lawns mowed, and appointments to set.
I try to ease myself with a poem.
But my to-do list marches relentlessly restless.