Donnerstag, 10. Februar 2022

Pollution to the core

Being in the forest reminds me of how much humanity has to lose. 

Too many of us have already lost our connection to nature, don't know or have forgotten how it is to feel that deep nourishing connection, don't really emotionally relate to the meaning of the phrase "mother earth". If just more people would feel it - then they would be more keen on protecting it. We have begun to destroy it beyond repair. We're robbing us of our most precious well of life and even more - our very basis of existence. It's not "just" climate change - it's a pollution of our holiest haven that reaches into every pore of our mother. 

That's to be taken literally. Mircoplastic has been found in the deepest point of the sea, the Mariana trench). And the poison you don't see, which doesn't enfold it's dangerous potential directly but over the course of time, it lingers into every part of our environment, it creeps into every animal and plant and fungus, and it will take much pain and patience for future generations and the whole ecosystem to deal with.

dear forest

 From the perspective of my soul, the forest ist my oyster. The forest is my well. 

I desiccated in the shallow city life. Affectivity flattens in the rush of overbearing hustle, hustle without compensation. The stress numbs my senses. 

The forest brings me back to life.

Sonntag, 6. Februar 2022

 You can see an elephant in a room no matter how silent he is.