“GLOBAL WARMING & A PICTURE OF MOTHER EARTH…”

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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 RUSH TO LIFE…”

typewriter_legswtypewriter_sample_img_2I’m RUSHING; but, only on the inside. Today I paused and asked myself: “Toward what?”

Obsessed, I wonder… Has Earth picked up speed from some yet-to-be-identified phenomenon hidden in the Cosmos? Or, in the name POWERFUL it’s possible Earth’s sovereigns—and their politics—have forced an imbalance in accepted thinking. 

See! Here I go again! The possibilities are endless in “Rush to the What If’s of Life.”

So I wonder what is NOT rushed in life—laughter, dance, to sing, love, draw, read, create, pray, mature, children, rain, wind, birds, pets, rainbows, cry, assist, wilderness, oceans, trees, mementos, color, to write, night, day, snow, mountains, fish, memories, travel…

All I’ve forgotten on my list are now yours to add to slow “The Rush to Life.”