Showing posts with label Hope Jahren. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hope Jahren. Show all posts

Thursday, April 22, 2021

Back to the Earth (Jason Mraz)

Earth Day has always been near and dear to my heart.  I've written before that I was a sophomore in high school when it was instituted (1970) and, despite the last administration's plans/wishes to systematically undercut/erode all the gains previously in place, we are finding our way back to making environmental concerns a priority.  Even the small things can add up to big things.  I urge you today to make, or continue, a commitment to action:  bring your canvas bags to the grocery store... recycle... walk, bus or bike instead of driving and, if you do drive, carpool... use compact fluorescent light bulbs... turn off lights when you leave a room... brush your teeth with the water off... plant a garden... start and maintain a compost pile... become a locavore (eating as much locally-grown food as possible)... buy minimally-packaged goods to reduce your garbage... follow through on Meatless Monday or, even better, go as vegetarian or vegan as feels comfortable to you.

We are connected to each other as well as to the Earth and all the creatures that are a part of nature, and we must spread the message of that connection, a message that challenges us to heal the Earth for our children (and grandchildren!), and for all on this precious planet. We must envision and work towards a future that will be healthy for all beings as if our lives depended on it. Because, in fact, it does... 🌏

Delighted to read this article this morning!
Biden Will Pledge to Cut Greenhouse Gas Emissions Nearly in HalfThe president will commit the United States to deep cuts in emissions at an Earth Day summit meeting that starts on Thursday, according to people familiar with the plan.

Also, we here in South Florida can celebrate Earth Day on WLRN-TV (our local PBS station) tonight with:
Extinction: The Facts
9 P.M.
With a million species at risk of extinction, Sir David Attenborough explores how this crisis of biodiversity has consequences for us all, undermining our ability to control our climate and putting us at greater risk of pandemic diseases.

Climate Change: The Facts
10 P.M.
Host Sir David Attenborough presents scientific evidence of the impact of global warming. Discover how the latest innovations and technology are posing potential solutions and what we can do to prevent further damage.

Troubled Waters:  A Turtle’s Tale
11 P.M.
In this WLRN original documentary, you'll learn the devastating effects global warming and water pollution have had on the lives of South Florida's most beloved underwater creatures - our sea turtles - and what you can do to help.

Over the weekend I watched Kiss the Ground and Seaspiracy documentaries, both excellent, and highly recommended!

Also, Help the Lorax Plant Trees!  For each copy Barnes & Noble sells in stores and online from 4/1/21 – 4/30/21, Dr. Seuss Enterprises and Penguin Random House will each donate $1 to One Tree Planted.


SONG:  Back to the Earth by Jason Mraz


POEM(S):  Earth Your Dancing Place by 
May Swenson

Beneath heaven's vault
remember always walking
through halls of cloud
down aisles of sunlight
or through high hedges
of the green rain
walk in the world
highheeled with swirl of cape
hand at the swordhilt
of your pride
Keep a tall throat
Remain aghast at life

Enter each day
as upon a stage
lighted and waiting
for your step
Crave upward as flame
have keenness in the nostril
Give your eyes
to agony or rapture

Train your hands
as birds to be
brooding or nimble
Move your body
as the horses
sweeping on slender hooves
over crag and prairie
with fleeing manes
and aloofness of their limbs

Take earth for your own large room
and the floor of the earth
carpeted with sunlight
and hung round with silver wind
for your dancing place


Speaking Tree by Joy Harjo

I had a beautiful dream I was dancing with a tree.

                                                                   —Sandra Cisneros
Some things on this earth are unspeakable:
Genealogy of the broken—
A shy wind threading leaves after a massacre,
Or the smell of coffee and no one there—

Some humans say trees are not sentient beings,
But they do not understand poetry—

Nor can they hear the singing of trees when they are fed by
Wind, or water music—
Or hear their cries of anguish when they are broken and bereft—

Now I am a woman longing to be a tree, planted in a moist, dark earth
Between sunrise and sunset—

I cannot walk through all realms—
I carry a yearning I cannot bear alone in the dark—

What shall I do with all this heartache?

The deepest-rooted dream of a tree is to walk
Even just a little ways, from the place next to the doorway—
To the edge of the river of life, and drink—

I have heard trees talking, long after the sun has gone down:

Imagine what would it be like to dance close together
In this land of water and knowledge. . .

To drink deep what is undrinkable.

QUOTE:  
"We are called to assist the earth, to heal her wounds and in the process, heal our own – indeed, to embrace the whole creation in all its diversity, beauty, and wonder." ~ Wangari Maathai

Tuesday, March 2, 2021

Don't You (Forget About Me) (Simple Minds)


Hilarious story (poking fun at myself!) to share:

I was with my grandbaby Colin all day, and most of the evening, this past Friday and, when I got home, there was a package from Books & Books in Coral Gables on my doorstep.  I opened it up, found a book I've been wanting to read but haven't yet made time for (no gift message enclosed), and smiled at the idea of someone lovingly (and anonymously) sending me a present:  a memoir (one of my favorite genres!) and from, not Amazon, but an independent bookstore, no less!

I asked around with The Usual Suspects, and no one 'fessed up.  I continued to smile at the mischief and thoughtfulness of whoever was behind this, and I called the bookstore Sunday in an attempt to track down the mysterious benefactor.  M asked me to call back the next day to follow-up with someone in their Shipping Department... which I did on Monday morning, and spoke to K, who was very nice, took down my info, and promised to call me back, which *she* did, about an hour later.

K said she was unable to find anything, but... they did recently mail out multiple copies of Lab Girl by Hope Jahren, related to a Miami Book Fair offer for The Big Read, happening this Spring... and I had a moment of Epiphany/Embarrassment.  I truly believed someone had surprised me but, in actuality, I surprised myself, having completely forgotten that I had requested a copy.  Ha ha ha ha ha!

I already owned the book and figured that, if I qualified for the free copy (you can get one, too), I'd pass it on to a friend (which I will do tomorrow when I see her... 💝

P.S.  As the title of today's blog post, I was going to use I Scare Myself (Dan Hicks and His Hot Licks) or If I Only Had a Brain (The Scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz) but... I had already invoked them in past entries (and yes, I quoted the Ani DiFranco "goldfish have no memory" song lyrics in one of them, too!).  Oh f*cking well... 😃




POEM:  Memory by Conchitina Cruz

I can't remember his name
but I recall the way he didn't
forget things easily -- what dress I wore
to class three days ago, phone numbers of rooms
for rent on bulletin boards, the crops
of local regions we're made to memorize
in grade four. I never asked him
if he meant to keep these memories he had
no use for, and by choice or not, if he thought it a burden,
his power to remember
and remember well. After all, it meant too
that he always knew the right formulas to use
in exams, and if he forgot (which he never did),
he had all these other alternatives
in mind. I never did bother to wonder
if it was this same sharp memory that made
him know his losses well, from his missing pen
down to the girlfriend who left him, whom he spoke of
in few words but mentioned often.

As for me, I just long for the day when I need
not bluff my way out of a conversation
with -- what's his name? -- an acquaintance
from college, perhaps, or a regular
in my favorite restaurant. If there's one thing
I'm bound never to forget, it's how it feels
to wonder, once I'm out of the house,
if I was able to turn all the lights off, or worry
that I didn't unplug the iron. I've said hello
to actors down the street without being sure
who they are, certain only that their faces
seem familiar. It doesn't even dawn on me
until much later that I'm acquainted
with their nonexistent selves, their characters
in movies I've seen, the titles of which,
well, I can't seem to remember.

I think of the one who sat next
to me in Physics class, the one I envied so,
and I realize I might not even recognize
him if we see each other
now. I wonder who, between us,
is luckier: is it he, with all his recollections
and no way out
of his memory, or is it me, with my guilt
as I gaze at the past,
growing anonymous behind me?

QUOTE:  "Time moves in one direction, memory in another." ~ William Gibson