It was a beautiful, striking sight – and because the sun does look like it is falling, I could hear a panicked Chicken Little declare, “the sky is falling, the sky is falling”.
We cause our earth to ooze thick black muck and we dump mounds of refuse on a daily basis like cancer cells spreading throughout a warm body … and many of us wonder how She holds it all.
I am grateful our sky has not fallen – that our moon still remembers her rhythmic cycle and that Earth’s astounding beauty bursts forth in spite of us. We string together words and ideas like “environmental clean-up” and “garbage disposal” – but where do we really put it all? What part of our earth ‘deserves’ our growing debris?
Yet, our sun rises in the east and sets in the west even in New York, Lagos and Hong Kong!
I sometimes wonder, is She holding her breath…waiting to exhale?
Do what you can to help…
