As the majority of you know, this is a new blog. It’s still finding its way in the world, and it was created to celebrate one woman’s journey, yes–but also a journey I hope that everyone can relate to in their own way. However, if there’s one underlying theme, it all goes back to the title–A Life Less Ordinary. This blog is about living your best life, however one seems fit to do that.
It is not a place for political rants, or a breakdown of the top headlines (there’s enough blogs like that out there). Most of the time, I strive for an upbeat, positive tone, because I believe we all have enough depressing stuff to deal with.
It is not my nature to keep my mouth shut when something is really bothering me. And even though I want each and every one of you to be happy, I hope it’s been bothering you, too. Today’s post may not be about writing or kickboxing, but I don’t have to stretch at all to say it’s definitely about living our best life.
I’m sick and (insert expletive of choice here) tired of what we’re doing to the planet.
Call me a bleeding heart, I don’t care. BP’s oil spill makes me sick. I literally feel physically sick whenever I think about it, and I want to weep whenever I see another poor creature covered with oil. CNN’s Anderson Cooper is churning out story after story about how corrupt this company is, how they could have seen this coming a million miles away, and still…no one has stopped the disaster.
If you’re tired of hearing about how human beings are a virus that is destroying everything, I understand. I get exhausted by that, too. I’m especially frustrated by environmental nightmare stories that don’t give us the faintest indication of what we can do to help.
The literal slimeballs at BP are one thing. It makes me so angry and helpless, but that’s exactly what I am…helpless. Short of going down there and washing off ducks myself, what can I do? I already don’t own a car, so there’s no risk of inadvertently supporting BP or their products. But then I saw an article that my writer friend Perry posted on his Facebook wall: http://www.cbc.ca/canada/story/2008/06/16/condemned-lakes.html. If you’re not in the mood for more happy reading, I’ll break it down for you. This year, mines are going to start dumping their toxic waste into SIXTEEN Canadian lakes. And even worse, they have the permission of Canada’s Fisheries Minister. Get this quote, from a spokesperson of the mining industry:
Lakes are often the best way for mine tailings to be contained, said Elizabeth Gardiner, vice-president for technical affairs for the Mining Association of Canada.
“In some cases, particularly in Canada, with this kind of topography and this number of natural lakes and depressions and ponds … in the end it’s really the safest option for human health and for the environment,” she said.
Safest option for the environment? As opposed to what? Nuclear waste? My friend Perry’s post of this article only resulted in one comment: “Boo!” That’s the best we can do, people? Sixteen of our beautiful lakes, including all the fish, fauna, and fowl that live there, are about to be poisoned, and all we can say is “boo”?
I was also astounded at the response to an article in the local paper that said Manitoba will lose its polar bears by 2035. Most of the people who bothered to comment did so simply to say that they didn’t believe in this “climate change” and that species have always gone extinct, so why should they care? It flabbergasted me. Even better were the ones who pointed out the environmental mistakes of other countries, justifying their lack of action with “well, Nigeria is worse than us, so there’s no point in us doing anything.” Excuse me?
The majority of Canadians and Americans aren’t rich. We aren’t really profiting from this rape of our natural resources, but we’re definitely going to pay the price in the end. There has to be something we can do. We may be the most destructive species on the face of the planet, but we’re also the only species who can realize the extent of our destruction and do something about it. Do we really have to sit quietly by and watch some big mining corporation poison our lakes? Do we really have to accept that our polar bears are going to die? Or that in some American cities, there already seem to be no songbirds at all?
I’ll end with this. It is a mistake–a huge, irreversible mistake–to feel that one person can’t make a difference. We all have the power to make our voices heard by the fools who keep destroying our homes.
Maybe I’ll feel better tomorrow. Then again, maybe not.