Even in quarantine, in the isolation that really saddens me, when a disease rages in the world that has killed one person I know, there can still be moments of real beauty. The wild irises on the property, dormant for many, many years, have bloomed, incredibly. There are reports from others that indoor flowers, such as orchids, have bloomed after years of dormancy.
The natural world has begun to heal in a matter of weeks. What if we, as a planet, made a decision to use less fossil fuel, create excellent public transportation not based on the latter, keep our plane travel down, eat less meat, try to remember we are a collective and not enemies? Such lofty goals—maybe even voluntarily have a “stay at home” day once or twice a month?
At any rate, nature seems to rejoice when we withdraw, showing how inessential we are to this planet: we are not the masters. If we as a species find ways to coexist rather than subdue, might we reverse all the harm we have done?
The natural world has begun to heal in a matter of weeks. What if we, as a planet, made a decision to use less fossil fuel, create excellent public transportation not based on the latter, keep our plane travel down, eat less meat, try to remember we are a collective and not enemies? Such lofty goals—maybe even voluntarily have a “stay at home” day once or twice a month?
At any rate, nature seems to rejoice when we withdraw, showing how inessential we are to this planet: we are not the masters. If we as a species find ways to coexist rather than subdue, might we reverse all the harm we have done?
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