On the day dedicated to celebrating you, our Mother Earth, I'd like to write a letter of appreciation. You may not always give me what I want, in fact you often go against my wishes. You give me sun when I ask for rain, and snow when I ask for sun. You give me earthquakes when I ask for calm. And stagnant humidity when all I ask for is a cool breeze.
And yet, I love and admire you to pieces. I am obsessed by your fossil fuels that permeate every aspect of my life from the warmth of my home to the bristles of my tooth brush. Indeed I am most grateful for the natural resources that you provide. I am in awe that the tiniest of minerals found on a beach in Madagascar or a mine in the Mongolia can facilitate communication across great distances or provide beautiful and hard paint for the exterior of my car.
The diversity of your plant and animal life is so amazing that I do my best to replicate it wherever I go. In college I was fortunate enough to spend a semester in Madagascar and so now my family keeps a small Madagascar Peacock gecko in a glass aquarium in the living room. We use your precious water to mist her several times per day and we heat her tank with your fossil fuels (especially in our cold Colorado winters). And I eat a variety of tropical fruits and other foods each week even though they are not suited to grow in the Colorado climate.
Most of all I appreciate your tolerance for all that my human brothers and sisters do upon your surface. We've paved miles of your surface with roads and parking lots. Drilled nearly to your core and mined off the tops of mountains. And yet, you hardly complain. Sure, drastic temperature variations on your surface may spur the occasional tornado. And, improper drainage or deforestation may lead to devastating mudslides, but all and all, we've managed to reach a population of nearly 7 billion. For the most part, whatever we humans do seems to work.
Nonetheless, I sometimes wonder if we are making wise choices. Perhaps my brothers and sisters should worry less about what you don't do and focus instead on living in harmony with all your seasons? Indeed, I wonder what it would be like for humans to accept rain for rain and wind for wind? The birds don't seem to mind. And, I wonder if we humans chose to appreciate your natural beauty in its native environments what might happen? Or what if we chose to focus on renewable fuels rather than your finite resources, what might be possible?
Could human cultures be as unique as each climate and ecosystem? What if we are going about this all wrong and the source of the problems we do have stems from our desire to control that which is too big to control? I've learned by now that mothers always seem to know, so perhaps you can share your thoughts? What is the best way for us all to live in harmony?