Mother Earth is a mother…

Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish has been caught will we realize we cannot eat money. Native American Proverb

When the BP oil spill happened some months ago it was scary. It was scary until we realized that there were problems capping the leak. Then it was terrifying! What if it had hit Jamaican waters? What if it affected our fish population?

Big oil companies may have nothing to do with us, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that this is probably our collective fault.

Even as children we were told the planet was dying, and that by changing behaviour, we could help save it. We would try not to litter, re-use and recycle what we could, and carpool when possible.

As we got older the lingo changed, no longer was recycling enough. Now we had to watch our “carbon footprint”, drive an electric car, and become a vegan because apparently humans have bred such a surplus of cows that when they fart it actually destroys our atmosphere.

This is upsetting. We make fuel from French Fry oil, we make cloth from recycled plastic, we create hyper efficient garbage disposal procedures more complex than a Rubik cube. But no matter what we do it seems the planet is bent on imploding, and we can’t even eat a burger to calm the nerves!

Frankly we feel lied to. None of our efforts seem to be helping.
Islands made from garbage are floating in the Pacific, tons of dead fish mysteriously washing ashore, and now all of a sudden Australia is underwater.

We are not militant environmentalist. We do a few little things to help the planet. But it seems we simply aren’t trying hard enough.