The winds of change are blowing through the Sunburnt Land--the Green Goddess watches the leaves and the snow swept up in its vortex. At least the snows have come!
In the far off Land of the Cherry Blossom, the "Eight Great" lords of the eight great lands have met. Although little, there has been some progress regarding the carbon footprint of the human race upon our wearied mother--the earth. Mother Earth has a temperature and is not well--how hot are we going to let her become?
At this meeting in the Land of the Cherry Blossom, the Leader of the Land of the Free, the most powerful lord of all, has agreed to carbon emission cuts by 2050. The Green Goddess remembers how the Leader of the Land of the Free previously did not "believe" that the earth was heating, (the Green Goddess has always dealt in facts rather than beliefs). In earlier days as the topic began to be raised in the Land of the Free, his Republican Lords even managed to coin the phrase "climate change" to make the process of global warming sound less urgent and dire. It has now come out that the Leader of the Land of the Free's second-in-charge lord also tried to change scientific reports so that less of the earth's woes could be blamed on man's footprint. And then the Leader of the Land of the Free invaded a country with oil bursting at the seams--oil the engine-driver of the last century, as coal was the engine-driver of the century before. The invasion, Operation Iraqi Liberation (OIL) had to change its acronym for obvious reasons!
In the season of Spring, more than two years ago, the water was sparkling on the great harbour of the Sunburnt Country. Here the Green Goddess and a small group of Warriors for the Planet met to hear a former lord of the Land of the Free speak of the perils of our changing climate. This Lord with the Face of the Eagle, (sumbolizing not only the Land of the Free but the symbol of the spirit), had had an epiphany on the road to Damascus. He had wanted to be the Leader of the Land of the Free, thought he was, and then it had slipped through his hands. Fate had another plan for him--the Lord with the Face of the Eagle was here to preach an "Inconvenient Truth" about the planet.
The small group of Planet Warriors brought the Lord with the Face of an Eagle to the Sunburnt Land. As he spoke, and as he taught others how to speak, something happened. Something changed in the ether of the Sunburnt Land--even its Elder Statesman Howard began to hear, and began to know that it was truth. The Lord with the Face of the Eagle felt it too--felt hope rather than defeat, and he felt that the Land of the Free might finally hear too.
That day, the Green Goddess shook the hand of the Lord with the Face of the Eagle--one earth warrior to another--a Lord sensing maybe his plan could be possible, and a Goddess realizing that she also had to believe it was possible, and to live on a day to day basis as if it were possible. It was that day that the Green Goddess made a solemn vow in front of the nature sprites of the harbour that she would go to battle daily for the Great Mother of Creation. No matter that the Green Goddess' stage is mostly at Castle Green--there is always the pebble in the pond reaction.
More than two years and many seasons on, the Leader of the Land of the Free has changed his stance. May the winds of change continue to blow.
As the Green Goddess now contemplates the snows that fall up at the mountain lodge, she contemplates the irony of life. The Sunburnt Country, mostly desert as it is, could power the whole of the energy needs for the whole planet for a whole year from the energy that falls on its land from the sun's rays! The deserts of the interior, so renounced by the more recent immigrants to this great brown land and who have chosen to settle on its more forgiving green fringes, may prove to be our salvation. It is funny the way the worm turns...
Sunday, July 13, 2008
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This all smacks of ivory tower elitism to me. You claim that 'at Castle Green....there is beauty and order'.
It would seem to me that a palatial mansion in toorak with staff for maintenance would be much easier to keep in order and beauty than a struggling family in the outer suburbs who struggle to make mortgage repayments without the mother taking a part-time job (If I sound like Kevin Rudd forgive me). You are in fact in no position to judge the breakdown of the family dynamic where before the mother providing home cooked meals and knitted clothing without fully examining the reasons behind this (often financial).
Furthermore it is absurdly simplistic to assert that Elizabeth fell in love with Mr. Darcy because she saw his house (and largely fallicious); his desire to make amends to Elizabeth, his warm treatment of her at Pemberley (which shocked her initially) combined with his saving of Lydia were the real causes of her love.
To pine for the days where women say around sewing and painting screens as opposed to intellectual and professional fulfilment is an entirely retrograde step.
Other than that, I really like your blogs and your writing and hope you notice the touch of irony in my own (as I am in no position to judge you at all but the page of coins encouraged me to). Happy blogging!
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