While consciously embracing modern ways, I live with an underlying lament: the loss of the natural world. Anyone who has been here long enough and is paying attention is witnessing these changes in our landscape. They are brought on not only by necessity, but by our unthinking drive for technological advancement over the well-being of humanity and the earth. Our salvation lies first in the recognition that as individuals seeking the latest, the best, we are only as healthy and happy as our communities, the planet, the whole.
Thinking about all this last week, I went up to Lake Huron in Canada to spend time with my dear friend, Sally Heflin. I was instantly transformed to the childhood feeling of running wild in nature. To that end, we spent an evening contemplating the intense number of stars, and the magnificence of the Milky Way across the night sky. In awe, our necks ached from the position required to take it all in.
Even without the many hours of joy and laughter we experienced, seeing so clearly the million or billion points of light, mostly invisible in my New York life, I was reminded that Mother Nature is still out there, and we are her children. She remains a constant, always in charge, and it behooves us to treat her well.