I wanted to post about how, through the amazing amount of oil that we are pouring into her waters, we are destroying our Mother . How we can't live without these waters and the life that they support.

If you view my blog through an RSS feed, you have probably seen THREE aborted blog posts on this subject. Geez. Every time I tried to type the title to the post, SOMEONE would hit a key that would publish my unfinished post.

I began to think that, for some reason, I wasn't supposed to talk about this subject. Especially on Mother's Day when I should be celebrating both the fact that I have the most awesomest offspring AND a mother who has put up with me all of these *&(+% years.

I can't plug up the geyser that BP and others have allowed to occur - the geyser that is destroying any balance of life in the oceans south of my country.

But I CAN celebrate the woman who birthed me and I can live in awe of the beauty of giving birth to my wonderful son and daughter.

And I can feel the sadness that comes when we watch the abuse of someone/something that we hold precious.

Here is the link I wanted to share: Is Gulf oil rig disaster far worse than we're being told?

And here is a quote from the article:

There's no telling where this continuous stream of oil will end up and what damage it might cause. Theoretically, we could be looking at modern man's final act of destruction on planet Earth, because this one oil rig blowout could set in motion a global extinction wave that begins with the oceans and then whiplashes back onto human beings themselves.

We cannot live without life in the oceans. Man is arrogant to drill so deeply into the belly of Mother Earth, and through this arrogance, we may have just set in motion events that will ultimately destroy us. In the future, we may in fact talk about life on Earth as "pre-spill" versus "post-spill." Because a post-spill world may be drowned in oil, devoid of much ocean life, and suffering a global extinction event that will crash the human population by 90 percent or more.

We may have just done to ourselves, in other words, what a giant meteorite did to the dinosaurs.

Maybe this isn't the last straw in our attempts to annihilate everything on this planet.

But I know that we don't treat those we love with such reckless indifference.

It's about time we treated our Mother as though we loved her.


(Take that, Blogger. I refuse to try to title this post. I will NOT be published before my time.)

Letting Go

Too much going on. I have not been thinking about blogging and I haven't had the time nor the energy to visit many blogs, either. Sometimes I just have to do the minimal to get by in order to not feel like I'll burn up in spontaneous combustion.

Things are fine. Things are beautiful. There's just a lot going on right now. I only work 2 days a week (OK. 2 1/2 during times like these) but it feels like I'm working full time. Probably, if I listed all that I was doing, it wouldn't sound like so much, but for some reason, it feels like I'm just this side of more than I can handle. I'm watery, crying easily, which is not common for me. I'm tired. It's hard, but it's good. A spring cleanse? Like the snowmelt that causes the creeks around here to flow with such intensity and beauty that I feel renewed just standing by them?

I'm willing to see where the waters take me. Maybe beavers have built a dam and the creek will have carved new pathways in order to reach its destination. I'm interested in taking in the sights along the way.

Me and the Buddha dog hunting owls

Oh, Happy Mother's Day to everyone - to the women who have birthed sons and daughters and to everyone else who has created something that contributes to life. Happy Mother's Day for those whose labors bring peace.

From Julia Ward Howe's call to create an international Mother's Day celebrating peace and motherhood:

Arise, then, women of this day!
Arise all women who have hearts,
Whether your baptism be that of water or of tears
Say firmly:

"We will not have great questions decided by irrelevant agencies,
Our husbands shall not come to us reeking of carnage,
For caresses and applause.
Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn
All that we have been able to teach them of
charity, mercy and patience.

"We women of one country
Will be too tender of those of another country
To allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs."