A year ago today I boarded a plane to Rome. Ohhh Rome, bless Rome. Bless Italy. Bless New York, New York. Bless this Earth. You are dear. I don’t know about you, but I’m Romanced by this life….to go by foot. By boat. Air. To travel is to have one’s own wings.
With my romance comes sadness and anger and the most awe too. I’m scared sometimes, more so for humanity than our environment. We, after all, are the Beasts in the Beauty. She will stay and make new life — in one way, shape or form. A woman always does. Birth something new, from destruction.
We however, get one go. Or so I think so. On this magic carpet ride — with her majesty. Yet we have not realized we do not own her, have authority over her, or reside under her. Her air, water and dirt — At least not, until we’re dead. Are you dead yet? Some of us act like it. Remember, nor or you King.
I heard recently, “Can we have social justice without environmental justice?” I’d say no. I’d also add the word Health. If she is unhealthy — So will we be. Unhealthy. If we do not know what love is, truly, for this beautiful and glorious blue dot, we will not know Beauty in another. Nor ourselves. Period.
🌹Do You Realize, by the Flaming Lips is now in my head. Let’s go listen.
And as I read this over a 🐦 flew in the house. Hahaha. And back out.
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