Poetry, essays, and other ramblings as they come
“One of the penalties of an ecological education is that one lives alone in a world of wounds. Much of the damage inflicted on land is quite invisible to laymen. An ecologist must either harden his shell and make believe that the consequences of science are none of his business, or he must be the doctor who sees the marks of death in a community that believes itself well and does not want to be told otherwise.”
May we study,
But still seek joy.
May we toil,
But still play.
May we search,
But still let go.
May we scream,
But still look within.
Because the irony is
We are strongest
When we relax.
They want us tired.
They want us burnt out.
But darlings,
Stop for a moment.
Take care of yourself.
We’ve got a fire to light.