A future for our grandchildren?

Yes, I’m still reading the same book… it takes me forever to read sometimes because I get so easily distracted… I start crocheting in my spare time or working puzzles or I get into a new show… So anyway, yes, I’m still reading “Sacred Earth Sacred Soul” by John Philip Newell. I will finish it by Monday. I am promising myself this.

Anyway, reading this morning, the quote above struck me deeply. Will there be a future for my grandchildren and great grandchildren? What will that future look like? Will there be forests for them to go camping and hiking in? Will there be lakes and rivers for them to enjoy? Will there even be clean air for them to breathe?

These are real questions and as I watch what is happening around me, these questions become even more real! “Drill baby, Drill!” puts all this in jeopardy as does the United States retreating from the Paris Climate Agreement. I won’t go into my feelings on the other issues taking place right now, but these right here are enough to worry any intelligent, environmentally conscious mother and grandmother.

How can we as individuals, help in small ways to counteract this damage? I don’t really know, but I think maybe I’ll plant some more trees in my yard, maybe a garden (I don’t really have a green thumb but I’ll try!) I’ll try to educate myself better about conservation, about the environment, about nature in general. I’ll try to connect with nature on a deeper level, on a more spiritual level. I’ll support organizations that work to protect the environment for future generations, and I’ll try to talk about it more, be out in it more.

It’s cold today, but I did take a moment to go out on the porch and send out my good morning greetings to the universe, as I took in the view of the snow covered yard, the cloud filled sky, the swaying trees, and felt the frigid cold on my face. “Good morning!” I whispered, “Thank you and I’ll try to do better.”

For years, I’ve been asking myself, why do we keep destroying God’s creation? We do it over and over, then we start to repent for a while, but then we start the cycle all over again. We are called to be stewards of the earth, of all it’s bounty, and yet we strip it, deplete it, beat it and run it dry and then we are surprised when water runs low or we have unprecedented storms and temperatures. The earth is crying out to us to help her, to protect her, to love her as God intended, but instead we just continue to use and abuse her.

I don’t know, I have no real answer, but I think maybe today, even though it is bitterly cold, I’ll take a moment to go outside and listen to the trees for a bit and see what wisdom they have to share with me. I’m sure they know the answer, maybe I’ll just sit and listen for a bit. So, if you see me out touching the trees, or even hugging them, don’t mind me, I’m just trying to do my part to be sure there is a future for our grandchildren and their children.

Until next time… ♥️