At the bridge of the failed painter, I stoop and check the sagging timbers before placing one foot, then the other, on this sorry decrepitude. It cracks and pops like a first fleet ship, but the sounds are not ominous; more the rattled wheezing of an invalid friend. I proceed with care,sucking the thumb pricked on its splintery balustrade. Ahead, lies the gate and welltrod path and, branching like spider veins, the merest hints of tracks―overgrown, leading to a wilderness filled with possibilities. I stand and consider. Buttoning my duffel coat—a veteran of the moth wars, I step off the path, and into the weeds.
©L.M.Noonan
I don't usually watch telly whilst I'm throwing something together to feed the ferals. Sometimes there's something on that's worth listening to however. Last night I heard for the first time a lecture presented by Bill McKibben concerning the 350 organisation. An utterly charismatic speaker.
If you don't know about the 350 project please click on the new little badge I've pasted in my sidebar. I urge you to at least have a gander. It's important stuff. And please spread the word.
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Well I am becoming a believer that the only way to life (whether or not the debate is whether we have nothing to worry about or not) the only way to us individuals having a healthy life is to have nature. To have clean water, air, animals, bugs, and all the other stuff.
For all those non believers I challenge them to go for a walk in the woods or by the sea and then think about how good they feel then they will know why it is important that we all get involved and take steps to preserve the planet for in doing this we will be aiding in our and all future generations to come good health...mentally and physically.
and that is all I have to say about that...for now.
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