Each day I wake to a picture of Mother Earth that hangs on a wall across from my bed. Her colors are the shade of Salmon as they fight upstream waters to mate. Her blue shades are those of the oceans that buoy up thoughts of how deep does it go? The russet sands of windswept deserts. The white color is the home of Polar Bear and Penguins and the wonderment of what is beneath the ice flows.
There is another Picture of Mother Earth with the name Global Warming. Since I have not and will not be alive a millennium (1,000 years) I’ve not ventured into this quarrel. Yet, there are a few things I’ve noticed on the matter.
Since Mother Earth is a sort of Globe I would think that all governments would get on board with how to fix this critical dilemma that supposedly intends to obliterate humankind and any and all specie that consider Earth home. I do see wars—for whatever cause—high on lists. I see people wearing masks as winds share their caustic air. I see poverty that stores trash until the rains come and the rivers send it to the oceans. I see immigrants on capsized boats drowning in the seas and wonder how that changes the salt waters of Earth. And I see people with placards who hold responsible one another for The Cause.
Yet, each day that I glance over at my picture of Mother Earth I’m certain of one thing: Until humankind lives up to its name – HUMAN KIND – we the collective will miss treat one another. Then I get curious and wonder: How long will Mother Earth tolerate her errant children before she says ENOUGH!
The term Greater Good has always fascinated me. Not the term itself, but the intention of those who try to define it; like I am right now.
The word GREATER means: better, superior and bigger. The word GOOD means: blameless, decent and worthy. Some say IT benefits more people than oneself. IT is also defined as that which is better and more correct. These ideals have BIG SHOES to fill as Mother Earth tries to balance our differences.
The words “Greater Good” remind me of the buildup to an orchestra’s crescendo; loud and meaningful and intended. After which humankind go their separate ways, lessening the collective meaning of our shared experience.
So what is the Greater Good? That dear readers, is the intention you give to IT.
The word MIDDLE means equally distant from the extremes.
The word GROUND means the basis for something.
I’m awake—as I’ve never been before—to the thought that Humankind’s Earth is our only remaining Collective Middle Ground. Yet, I cannot say with certainty that this premise is entirely true. Remember the story of the “Pied Piper of Hamelin” hired to lure the rats away with his magic pipe?
History is littered with pied pipers who lead others to believe in something untrue or unreal or who made rash promises. Yet, We the People wake everyday and find a way to survive this magic pipe.
My thread—golden and hopeful—is a belief that We the People (in the stillness that is thought) can and do influence change on Earth.