Can We Make a Difference?

(Can I make a difference?)

I read the other day that not only are tiny plastic microbeads put in skin cleansers, they are also put in toothpastes. And nearly all of our clothing contains plastic fibers. These fibers and microbeads wash into wastewater systems, most which have no filtration systems fine enough to catch them. So they wash into ponds and lakes, our creeks and rivers and our oceans. Add those micro beads and fibers to the Bazillions of pieces of plastic from our garbage, our castoffs, our litter, ocean accidents and catastrophic storms. We humans ingest these microbits of plastic, as does every swimming flying crawling walking climbing burrowing running creature on our planet. Yet more and more plastic is produced and used and thrown out every second. It doesn’t breakdown like organic waste does. Plastic takes hundreds and thousands of years to break down. It. Is. Accumulating. Every. Second. We’ve known this. I studied it as a girl in elementary school, when it was first produced and lauded for all the amazing things it could, and has, brought us. Still, we knew then it had a half life like no organic substance. Yet …

And then there are the spills and flows of sewage and petroleum, and the widespread use of agri-chemicals, defoliants and insect killers. They’ve brought us mobility, convenience and production levels undreamed of prior to the industrial revolution. Some of these chemicals save lives and produce more food and prevent disease, others kill off entire ecosystems for generations, some lost forever. Forever.

The fumes from our transportation modes and our factories combined with insatiable appetites for more of everything produced or grown or gathered is polluting our air to the point where the ozone – the OZONE – is thinning. That part of the atmosphere that makes earth habitable. Yeah. That. It’s causing polar ice to melt, oceans… the OCEANS to warm, and so the global wind currents to change – and causing weather changes we are only beginning to experience.

Add light and sound pollution to this benefits vs toxicity mess we’ve made. That science is really just getting off the ground in understanding impacts of unnecessary and wasteful lighting up of our night skies and scarcity of places absent of mechanical and technical noise.

ALL of this has evolved and grown almost immeasurably since I was born in 1951. The beginnings came earlier, but the impacts and the awareness of those impacts… that’s all been since I was born.

In some ways the 1950s was the decade of the last innocence. The last generally accepted belief in the US that our government and public institutions existed under the control and for the betterment of society. The ‘promise’ of self promotion and greed has all but destroyed that faith. In 70 years. Almost gone.

I’m guilty. I consume and buy waaaay too much. I have enough clothing jewelry linens dishes books souvenirs decorations furnishings tools electronics containers and toys to equip a small village. And the wherewithal for food, medicine, paper and other such to supply that village.

I recycle plastics, glass and paper. I am using re-useable mesh bags when I shop for produce and reusable bags for other shopping. I give away/donate unused clothing and household items. I limit use of agri- and household chemicals. I watch out for and refuse to buy anything with styrofoam. I use unconsumed water from the dogs dish and my water bottle to water plants and we feed our chickens any food waste. We avoid landscaping and garden chemicals and grow many of our own vegetables and fruits. We incorporate many errands in one car trip. I support Audubon and Nature Conservancy. My next car will be electric. I’m trying to figure out how to change out my wardrobe over time to be plastic free.

Does any of what I personally do really make a difference? Most of us living in the US are so self indulgent and have such a sense of entitlement compared to many other countries. I will keep trying to do my bit, and hope that more and more others will too – in the hope and prayer that collectively individuals can make a difference.

Yet, I can’t shake the belief, the dread and fear, that only corporations and governments can make any real difference.

That gasp of quiet and clean air the earth took when all its countries shut down simultaneously (and too briefly) at the onset of the COVID-19 pandemic – proof that we can indeed work together and have great impact!! The smog lifted from Shanghai! A single footfall could be heard in Times Square! People sang songs together out their windows above the streets of Milan! There were no planes buzzing overhead! The factory noise eight miles away from my rural home fell silent and the train whistles and ships horns did not sound. What if the whole world shut down like that for just three days a month? Every month. What if?

What. Will. It. Be. Like. When our precious granddaughters and grandsons are grandparents???

Sir Paul

Thank you, Sir Paul! I wrote a ‘poem’ yesterday with you named …. don’t know how you can possibly read all your mail, yet I still send it….

Sir Paul

Sir Paul have you a song? Have you a song left in your heart, in your mind? A song of today for your fans of yesteryear? Of the free and hopeful flower children and the world wide hostel hoppers?

Sir Paul, James and Judy and John and Eric and George and and Diana and and Helen and Barbra and John and Neil and Paul and Mary and Peter and Jimmie and Janis and Peter and Simon and Garfunkel have you a song left in your hearts and minds for your runaway commune dreamers, your drop out wanderers, your bra tossing ceiling busting libbers, your psychedelic explorers, your out of the closet, your conscientious objectors, black power fists and your peaceful lovers and your angry fans of your highest glory days? Have you a song for us? For our now times?

Please, have you a song?

You who heralded our possibilities and our righteousness, gave melody to our grief, inspired courage in the middle of war and assasinations – singing, dancing! Have you a song for us now?

We thought surely our wisdom unstoppable, that wisdom now burnished and hammered and scarred and polished and crumpled up against the remnants of the walls, still and always pressuring forward. Wrinkled by the molding of decades, yet yoga refreshed, pressing, pressing, pressing on… whole sections of the wall still standing and dividing, dividing, dividing….

Your song for us is needed, now…

Perhaps it is our great and our grandchildren’s songs that matter, now? Their own unstoppable rainbow pressing colorful out of the clouds and bursting into the sun times, now? For they have grown tall and strong on sports and smart with study and research at their keyboard fingertips, worldwide savvy, innumerable icons and communications across cultures and organic fresh and balanced and uniquely personal in your face tattoos and piercings and universal languages…

Perhaps the remnants of the walls now stand as historic markers of the time before there was always a way around everything, a choice of simply living in a world so accessibly diverse and full of options that seeking and recognizing and working within your own best space for social justice or for your own personal peace is the sane and most effective thing you can do. And the protests continue, newer fresher generations across the globe still fighting for women’s rights, black lives matter, religious freedom and the content of character!

Tell me, beloved bards of the nineteen 60’s and 70’s, and the decades since, have you a song for the grandparents we are today? As we enjoy a rest on our gliding rockers and recliners, giving up on trying to keep up with the newest electronic devices and electronic customer service answering options and marketing algorithms and social media?

Living it up with our fresh spring water, antioxidants and home garden fruits and veggies and habitat responsible seasonal shellfish and chair aerobics and pandemic masks and hand sanitizer? Have you a song for great lonely gaps of time at home without the bright voices of our children’s families?

Have you a song? Please, is there a song?