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To Act With Fierce Love
I am not angry at climate change, nor at the heatwaves crossing these lands and others.
I am not angry at the fires, the droughts, or the beautiful yet destructive butterflies arriving where they do not belong.
I am not angry at the exhaustion in my body. But I am angry at apathy.
I am angry at the anesthesia and the amnesia.
I am angry.
I am furious.
I feel a roar in my ribcage, not because someone is guilty, not because someone must be blamed or punished. That is a very Judeo-Christian reflex.
I am furious because life is threatened.
Because the children of all species are threatened.
And yet beneath the fury there is another voice.
The voice of the Earth herself.
Not condemning us. Not cursing us.
But watching us with the bewildered tenderness of a mother.
“Oh, my dear young children,” she says, “what are you doing?”
Around us, the trees, the rivers, the insects, the birds, the fungi, the animals all our kin are speaking in their own languages.
Perhaps the task is not only to roar.
Perhaps the task is also to remember.
To remember that we belong to this vast family of life.
To remember the Earth’s language.
To remember her deep love for us.
And from that remembering, to act with fierce love
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