“Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish has been caught will we realize we cannot eat money.”—Cree Proverb
I attended the first Earth Day celebration in Washington DC in 1970. I was 18 years old, full of hope and energy. It seemed to me then that humans were listening to the Earth’s warnings. We would clean up the air, the water, the soil, we would consume less, learn to live both sustainably and without the psychic and financial gaps of artificial hierarchy.
Fifty years later, and we lose more species every year. The ice caps are melting, the violent weather increasing, the extremes of everything becoming the norm. Seasons are disappearing. Many of the world’s peoples have no place to call home.
All those things we “need”, all those conveniences we can’t live without, all those changes we are too busy or discouraged to fight for…
new characters but
the same stories—remembered
in the light of now
The NaPoWriMo Day 22 prompt is to take a proverb from a culture not your own and use it to inspire your writing. Many cultures have proverbs that counsel us to be good caretakers of the earth, but the Cree words seemed especially appropriate.
I’ve done posts and earth-inspired art many times over the years, and the art here is taken from some of them.