February in Maine and it feels like spring during what is usually the heart of winter. The scent of mud while soothing to my senses give no comfort to my soul. I begin to worry about my forests here in Maine and the animals that are usually hibernating. I worry for the bears who are bearing their cubs in dens not covered with the usual insulating and protective snow. I look at the thermostat and can’t get the thought of oil out of my head. There is no escaping the struggle to stay warm is damaging the environment. The wars for oil killing hundreds of thousands all over the globe. The global financiers playing high stakes for fun and passion. Fun and Passion the two biggest distractions fed to the masses in “reality” TV and internet porn.
It doesn’t take a gifted seer to see where all this leads. I walk outside, smell the air, listen to the wind, look at the open water on the river and it is obvious where it all leads – death, pain and suffering, and endless environmental disaster. So what to do? I don’t have the answers. It is too big for my simple human mind. I only know that I hear the stories from the land, and if I try, I see my own part in it. Can I change my own story? Can I change my entire way of life so that I begin to get beyond the idea of just living sustainably, and move into a way of living that one might call restorative.
I have been wondering at the speed of my life passing by. Thoughts of it ending permeate my thoughts. A mild panic hits and I think I need to “Do something”! But really I need to do less. Just sit, listen and do nothing for a while. Let Nature instruct. Stop damaging and learn to walk in silence again.
Heavy thoughts on a overly warm day in February.