."Who Am I" © Rolly A. Chabot
Again I find myself at the keyboard and hopefully you find yourself all settled in and making yourself at home in my little part of what we know as the world.
I think often of the way we as a society have isolated ourselves from each other, well at least out there in the mainstream of the world. Maybe I have it all backwards, who knows maybe we are the new mainstream. It would be so special to just have a bunch of hub type people come together and share life and the experiences we have had. To tell it from the heart and simply be ourselves in the process. Oh my maybe we could have another Woodstock. We would have to change the name though... Lets see I vote for Hubstock.
I honestly think we could learn so much from each other. Words of meaning come from the heart and hopefully these words we put out there are words that touch each other. Will this hub do so, it is hard to tell but I do think I have something this morning to share that touches us all in different ways. Gather around, the Fireside is open. A nice gentle fire is snapping in the background and Quigley is in the upside-down position waiting for company. Welcome and know that you are loved.
Look at Me
How often have you walked over my lush soft ground. How often have your children attacked me in spiteful ways and you have said nothing. Their marks are all throughout the ground you stand on. They have left their ways on my canvas I have so carefully made especially for you.
You the parents, the generation of those who came before you are so different. Your grandparents and yes even you parents never took me for granted. When ever they helped themselves to the bounty I offered they did so in respect, they were humbled by what I would give. You on the other hand are different. You see you just rape and pillage me because you feel you have the power. I appreciate the fact that you consider me in what you do. Maybe the reason being there are laws put in place by those who simply want to look good in the eyes of the world. What concerns me the most is the way you turn a blind eye and think along the lines, once more will not hurt.
You are wrong, it does hurt, as a matter of fact it is painful. What you do is taking its toll on me. Oh you hear about me and my plight and yet you still continue. Each time you abuse me, you add to the pain I feel and yet you say to yourself. "Well once more will not hurt." You know that day you allowed your child to chop away at one of my trees I cared for and tended to for many years while you slept. Your thoughtless action has left its mark. As deep or as superficial the marks they are still there. It is me that has to deal with them long after you leave. Well that was the start of a healing process that I have starting in my own attempts of healing your indiscretion.
You the parent should know better, you the parents should look at what you are allowing your child to do. That sharp edged axe you allowed to touch me will be a part of me for years to come. You know your own scars, the ones you hide, the ones you been ashamed of for many years. The way you have been looked upon in your eyes. Well let me tell you I have no place to hide mine. They are there for years for many to see and for some to comment on. They will remain until, you decide to cut me down to construct another project to feed your greed for more money.
You can justify all you do through flow charts, expansion, productivity. As a matter of fact each time you add a term all it becomes is a justification for your own greed and you think once more I can take and never put anything back. Look at the chart and tell me where you have contributed back or do you even care.
When you stand in front of the mirror no matter where you are and look back each and everyone of us are the same. "We are users." We just take because we have the right. Take and when the last disappears we just say it is the other guys fault, not mine. Shame on him, shame, shame... and even more shame. He has done it and not me. Look over there and there. The mess and the filth is all his, but certainly not mine.
At the end of the day when our heads hit the pillow I hope we all accept part of the responsibility. Accept the fact we are all users of the resource that has been given. Sorry folks but I need to first point the finger at me and yes then you.
Remember The Day
Remember when you used to glide over my surface and drink of me freely. Remember when I was so clear that you could see to the bottom. Remember watching all the young fish darting here and there and playing for hours on end. They were the fish of tomorrow. Have you seen on the news lately of all the fish that have washed up on my shores. They play no more you see they are dead because they have been poisoned by the oil that accidentally got away. Shame on you for allowing this to happen. You said what you were doing was so safe. Now look at the damage.
All those ships passing over me they do sink. When their hulls are ruptured they dump all their cargo into me like I am nothing. "Oh just a little will not hurt they say." All those little's have added up over the years.
You send your factory ships with nets that rake my bottom. They drag along and kill what I have grown for years. You just take everything in your path. Big or small it does not matter. You just take and after you are done, you toss all you do not want back. The sad part is most of it is dead. Often only the choice pieces have been taken.
You put massive floating platforms on my surface. You anchor them to my floor and you drill. You make promises that nothing will happen. I have heard it so often and yet things do happen. You dump all your waste into me like I mean nothing and yet you care little. Just a little more, it will not hurt.
All that is sent through me will some time come back to you. All your pollution you so freely give will someday come back and poison those you love. Who will be to blame, most likely that guy over there. Just remember the finger you point has three pointed back at you. Shame on you, shame, shame on you.
Do you even notice anymore when I give you a color unmatched by any of your efforts. Do you take the time to sit and breath in my beauty. No you are to busy running here and there justifying why you need to drive rather than walk. Yes we are all guilty, we have stepped into the fast pace the world has set and thought little of what we are doing. Just a little will not hurt we say.
Have you ever seen people walking around a city wearing masks to stop the pollution or listened to the new term of reality called a smog alert. That is right, you have it all when you say it is the other guy. He is to blame yet deep inside we can all take some of the blame.
You are powerful and you have come along way over the years. I am so very proud of your accomplishments, they are truly amazing. Yet I can help but stand back and smile when you scurry to your hiding places when I get angry and release my power upon you. Yes I know you point your finger and blame me. You size and your finger pointing means nothing to me.
Now I have the chance to point a finger back at you. Lets be honest and look where the real blame lies. Before you run I want you too stop and think, what have I done to contribute. Stand in front of a mirror all alone with no one watching and look at what you see. That's right it is you, it is me, it is them. You see I have been struggling to wash all your filth away, been attempting to purify what you have polluted so I can give you what you and your future children deserve. Who am I, well I am nature the provider of all you need. I beg you take the time today to think of me, it is I who is close and I who will provide if you are careful with my resources.
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