Although I had anticipated posting a new ‘In Voice” post today, this morning’s walk along the Hudson inspired me to do otherwise. The originally scheduled post will appear later in the week.
Manhattan was fortunate. While this past weekend’s storms hit the outer boroughs, along with parts of New Jersey, Westchester & Connecticut, the island of Manhattan came through practically unscathed. The weather was so tolerable, that I was able to resume my brisk walking Sunday afternoon. While I fully expected to see downed branches on the street and throughout the park, what I encountered at the Hudson shore shocked me.
It seemed that the river’s waters had risen quite substantially during the storm and overflowed onto the docks and shoreline. While the waters had receded, the Hudson’s gift to us remained: Miles and miles of trash.
While I understood the significance of this gift, nature’s “purge-ery” after the deluge, the impact of this event did not hit me fully until I returned to the Hudson for this morning’s walk.
Today is a glorious day, the antithesis of the events of the past few days. And while the parks department has removed a considerable amount of the refuse, the clean up continues still.
I know that we are all working very hard to improve our environment by recycling, repurposing and using greener alternatives. I know that the once polluted Hudson is far cleaner than it once was, but the evidence of our neglect cannot be overlooked and cannot be swept under the rug or into trash bags, even greener, reusable ones, without a moment of reflection.
We need to step up our game. While some of the debris from the storm could not be helped, most of the trash on display consisted of water bottles and soda cans, both of which are so easily recyclable, yet there they were, strewn along the river’s edge for all to see: A clear message from Mother (or Father) Nature.
It’s as if Mother (or Father) Nature had had her fill and literally threw up all over us- returning to us what she could not digest. It is definitely payback, our karma, which we all know can be a “B#@*%”.
So, here’s the memo directly from the front office, don’t turn your back on Mother (or Father) Nature, whose wrath we have seen so often as of late. Take five extra seconds and properly dispose of cans & bottles, or even better, stop purchasing bottled water all together.
Let’s not have to wade through debris while on our nature walks at the shoreline. Because while galoshes can be cute, nothing can replace the feeling of sand in between our toes.
Polka dot boots from zappos
sand between our toes
I am looking forward to the documentary 'Tapped' http://www.tappedthemovie.com/ which is due out on DVD soon. It's having a hard time getting distribution because they directly take on Coke and Pepsi's bottled water companies - who sell to the movie theaters! I hope everyone sees it, that Oprah covers it and that it gains worldwide recognition.
Thanks for this post - I only hope that this issue becomes something at the forefront of everyones minds and that we can actually make a change.
Think global - Act local.
I was going to comment on the Great Pacific Garbage Patch, but someone beat me to it. It's "discoverer" was on Letterman the other night, and his tale has no happy answers.
But keep on walkin'!
As a family, we do recycle and use Brita filters in lieu of bottles- but that is far from enough. I just signed on to follow "Tapped" on FB & TW-
I'll be keeping my eyes wide open from now on!
I will put faith in the words that you wrote to me and then removed. I hope you make a bigger issue out of it, yet keep my location out of it. Although if the information moves through the people forcefully enough I will gladly step forward with evidence.
The link with my name here takes you to a page where I share my journey of change in my life with humanity. I am still in awe about what has been happening in my life. For this lifetime I was born in 1972. I have been unaware of all that I am up until the end of August 2009. Even God was extremely careful about how he told me who I am. He gave me huge hints and strange messages through friends and electronic media. This is how it happened: My son, his gal, and I were coming back from a friends house and the song on the radio was "Rock you like a Hurricane." My son's gal says "Hey, this song was playing the last time we came back from B's house. I thought that was kind of a strange thing for her to remember, but thought nothing more of it. A few days later an old friend stops by. He is really self involved and talks only about himself, but then he says "There is a volcano a few miles from here that isn't supposed to go of for another hundred years but the scientists say it's getting ready to go any moment. I think Mother Nature is getting ready to shrug us all off of her." I thought that was a really, really strange thing for him to say. After my friend left I went inside and asked our Angel if that was a direct kind of message to me and he said without hesitation and very directly "yes it was" I went to bed at that. As I was trying to go to sleep a thought kept repeating itself in my head "Wife of God" well, that freaked me out and I fell, gratefully, to sleep. The next morning I woke and asked our Angel. "I am just seeking clarification of something strange that I felt I was told last night; as I was falling asleep a thought/voice kept saying to me 'wife of God' is that true?" and the response was quick and emphatic "NO!, no never, no, No!"
Oh, but it get's better. Earth was a beautiful rock when it was done forming. It was also the first planet to be habitable. God wished to interact with that beautiful rock and so he came down here and breathed his Holy Soul into the water vapour of this planet and it became ALIVE. I once asked our Angel what my relationship is with God in Heaven, and then I said "No, don't answer that, I have access to all the information of Heaven and I want to keep somethings as a surprise for me when I get home. Well because of this "wife of God" thought, and their emphatic response it came out that even God likes to have a Mom, and the one he feels closest to is Me.
So your weather has been whacked since the end of August 2009 when I was told who I really am. I have never paid much attention to the weather when I was still "human" but now I had to go read a geophysics book and try to learn how to do what I can do without thinking. See, your weather is tied to my emotions, when I was asleep to myself the weather was on "autopilot" until an event would happen that would make me mad, then you would have an explosive storm, hurricane, tornado, etc. Earthquakes are tied to my joints. I get up in the morning and stretch and joints pop and earthquakes happen. Although understand that there are hundreds of earthquakes every week, most of those are domino effects of my actions.
As of November of 2009 I have been intentionally experimenting with how to move the weather independently of my emotions. This is where the snow in Florida comes from and all the other interesting weather on the East Coast of the U.S. is meant to use up the carefully hoarded resources the Government has compiled for it's survival while they diabolically plan for your mass demise.
12/21/2012 isn't the beginning of the end for humanity. It is the end of what is now beginning. The sandgrains are running out.