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"What loyalty I still have for 'America' takes this form: I love the land--its great rivers, plains, mountains and the ineffable desert; I love my friends, my kin, my unknown allies--I will stand by them to the end. But for the cities, for our schools and churches and industries, for the government, for the meaningless documents embalmed of the past, for the mass of hucksters and enterprisers--no love. Fuck them. No loyalty. I will not defend them." Edward Abbey. |
How do I contain the rage inside; transform it somehow into a more positive state of things? Bottle it up, so to speak, like a wonder tonic to promote action and motivation? Rage consumes one's thought processes so fully that nothing important can be accomplished. Screaming, yelling, complaining is all most of us ever do. Take all of the energy used in bitching about this and that and store it up to be used in a more positive way (against industrial society) and you have a process more useful and more powerful than nuclear fusion. A sad state of affairs life has become for most. 9-to-5 is really not a way to make a livin'; as Dolly would have us believe. Don't let it consume you like it does all the rest. "Resist much, obey little." Walt Whitman sums it up beautifully for all to see. Take that to heart. Stop riding the fence and make up your damn mind. Take a stand for something other than your words. Ok enough ranting here. What you should really know is that its never to late to stop the RAPE of this planet. The battle truly begins when all of the pitiful courts and judges decide in favor of corporate nonsense. Don't waver in your beliefs people. The time is now. Garrett | ||||||||||||||||
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It is a known fact that people who live in cities are always yearning to go to the country. Why do you suppose this is? When you get to the forest or to a garden, all of a sudden you notice the smell of the pine and the earthy aroma of the forest floor. In the fall, you can smell the familiar odor of the dying leaves as they decompose, leaving mulch and compost for next year's flowers. You can finally hear clearly the birds and the rustling of the other forest creatures; the sound of the leaves swaying in the breeze. You can imagine the cool clear water when you hear it running over rocks in a mountain stream. You can taste the pine scented air on your tongue and when you drink water from a clear stream, you remember what water really tastes like. When you sit on the forest floor, you feel the earth cushioning you with mosses and ferns. She holds you in her delicate arms and if you reach out and touch the flora, you are amazed by the feathery feel of the ferns, the prickly thistle, the velvet touch of a wild rose. But, most of all, you can see the millions of shades of green, see how cool it looks, and feel the peace flow over you. You can walk a path and discover the many wild flowers and creatures who live in peace and who know nor need nothing of concrete and glass, smoke and noise. Is it any wonder why we crave so the wild forest , the plains, our gardens? There is healthful benefit to communing with nature in that it gives us a feeling of well-being and peace we cannot find in the city-we cannot even notice in the city. People who live in the country have less depression, less stress than people in the city. Why is this? Because we live a slower existence. Gardens are thriving in our country and it is because we crave the slowing down; some reason to make us leave our over-crowded lives and produce something which is really, beyond our control. Nature demands that we slow down and wait for her to work her magic; hoping for enough rain and sunshine but knowing that we must in the end just wait. When we are in the garden we must smell the earth, feel the cool dirt on our feet, ( and you must not garden in your shoes), get our hands full of dirt and weeds and water; sometimes stopping on a hot day to let the sprinkler get you wet while pretending to water the flowers. Where else can you reproduce this feeling? Nowhere else. And, if we learn to listen to our souls we will realize that our craving to be with nature is our precious gift. We must always preserve her and keep her safe because without her we are truly lost. When you are reading this and thinking that the author is one of those "hug a tree" types , know that I am the owner of a Bachelor of Science degree and at one time thought that science could save us from all our ills. But I have found through just being alive for 44 years, that the longer I live, the more I appreciate and revere nature and have seen many stressed -out individuals visibly calmed by her charms. We now do therapy involving being in the forest or tending a garden; nature forces you to slow down, something we are all finding very hard to do. Marjorie, BSN, Public Health and Jail Nurse-Up North | |||||||||||||||||
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