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Make Your Noise

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When a voice is needed, “Silence is the voice of complicity!” This Latin proverb calls us to ACTION … non-complicity … noise!

Natasha Bedingfield’s Unwritten (see Beached Oil) calls us to open up our dirty windows, let the sun illuminate us, reach for something in the distance … “No one else can feel it for you,” only you can share your gifts, your beauty, your needs, your perspectives.

Think, speak, act! “The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear!” shares Aung San Suu Kyi, Burmese dissident, political prisoner, and 1991 Nobel Peace Prize recipient.

To “feel the rain on our skin” is the beginning of connectedness. Being in touch with what is real gives us courage to make our noise.

Our new “News” tab (see above) will feature links to online articles that illuminate our connections with the Earth and each other. “News” will start small focusing on stories about the Earth. As “News” grows it will include humor too. Please be patient as this site develops. There is much to come!

Beached Oil

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Oil paddies on Dauphin Island beach

Oil paddies, photo by Joe Denton, June 5, 2010

On Saturday, while doing volunteer beach work, I got a harsh, unwanted kick in the pants. Paddies of foul smelling oil and toxic dispersants were all around me. How toxic to me? … to my wife? … to my children? I don’t know.

The birds, crabs, and fish at Katrina Cut have little choice. Two birds huddling together stared at me with a look of deep uncertainty. Nearby dolphins fed on schools of mullet. The animals there were nesting, resting, and swimming with the oil … a paradise lost. Large horseshoe crabs once flourishing in these waters were washing ashore dead.

I’m upset because I’m losing this paradise. I feel cheated. But why am I upset? Why, when so many people around me live in daily fear, rejection, and denied opportunities. Perhaps the oil eruption will crash my attachments and illusions … prompt me to care more and fear less … to regain reality. The crucified live all around me. The oil eruption is toxic … symptomatic of all that I have neglected. It’s a rude awakening, but I needed a real kick in the pants.

We as a human family need healing just as our environment needs healing. But healing can only be found with the crucified … jobless … unnoticed … lost … hurting … imprisoned … mourning … all of us included and active.

Energetic cooperation between all of us is where we find the Spirit, our All in All, who boundlessly enlightens, empowers, and heals. Fears, illusions, and attachments can hold us back, but now is the time to share our lives, needs, and talents. Our promised future is passionately reaching out to us but it is unwritten.

Mia Rose singing Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield