I’ve joined a writing group here in Taos. Everyone brings a saying or quote. We throw them out. We write from the prompt of one or more for 30 minutes. We share, but no critique, just what we liked in each other’s writing. I love this kind of writing, gentle, explorative, safe, and so often, revealing. This last week, the oil spill came up in several people’s writing. There was everything from rage to prayers for us and the earth. Last night, at a dinner party, the spill came up again. Again, rage and blame. What can we do? What if people just met one evening and did a candlelight vigil for the Gulf? One of those same time all over the place vigils? And there are always petitions to sign, and congress people to write. Being here in Taos, where nature is so vibrant and where space has been protected from development because of the Pueblo, I wonder if the Pueblo Indians are still keeping guard over the earth. That’s what I’ve heard; that their religion is the earth and sky and that their life is around loving and celebrating both. But there aren’t very many of them, and modern life is making inroads into their culture.
I wonder what it’s going to take to get people to let the powers-that-be know that enough is enough? We have to begin, no matter how hard, to be more in harmony with the place that sustains us. So what do you say: pick an evening, get a candle, make a sign that says “enough,” call a couple of friends, and stand vigil for just a little while for the Gulf and for the earth…..
KK…the oil spill in my home state ..devastated…the birds, the marshes..how much more can that my Louisiana take? Katrina…and now this…
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Under Lying Message
Coma Baby, any ubiquitous tragedy
Petroleum under the sea
breaking surface
fissures in our social contract
corroded wealth
corrupted Earth
Tell me a tale of forgiveness.
“Tough choices must be made!”
Congressional random phrases
The difference between faith and bliss
engine of tarry black submarine
leak of held back tears, grief of millennia
I feel America crying
taste salt, polluted brine, dystopia
The best hope for our regeneration
for our continuity
for our survival
Let GO
let the race be won
the trophy given
the competitors disperse
aglow in glory
while we who endure
quietly, quaintly, alive to each moment
slip between the slicks
June 3, 2010