THE BOOK OF DEBORAH AS IF WE COULD

I’m confounded by our belief that we have the ability to repair the catastrophic messes we make. We use and trash our planet and say, like immature teenagers when asked to straighten up their room.

Yeah, yeah... I’ll do it later.

For 200,000 years our selfish misuse and complete ignorance continue unparalleled. We lose things before we’ve even noticed their existence. Our feeble efforts to repent result in more waste and delayed healing. The audacity of humans. We’re sure that if we just throw more at it, everything will be fixed. It'll be fine.

The minuscule moment in time last summer showed us that if we stepped back. What was broken, will be repaired. What was fatal will be replaced. We must not presume to be the remedy. It’s absurd. We need to stop.

Our intercessions should be on ourselves. Regenerate the soil, it will heal the atmosphere. We need to grow our food. Stop toxic emissions. We need clean air to breathe. Stop producing unnatural materials. Our oceans and earth are not dumps for everlasting waste. Stop exploding bombs and dumping life-choking chemicals into our water. We need to drink. The earth has been purifying our water for eons when it wasn’t polluted with poisons. Stop meat, dairy, and fish, factory farming. Make it law.

I’m starstruck by the positive, incredible changes nature made in the millisecond of time that was last year. Showing us each day in the brightened atmosphere. The clearing views, and sweet scents. Our planet benefited from our quarantine.

Imagine if we supported nature instead of trying to fix her. Make Earth Day, everyday.

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