I’ve just returned from a trip to India. A family reunion took me there and it was wonderful. Naturally, I also made sure to visit the children at Mukta Jivan Orphanage ( I shall be posting abut that on the Lucky Ones page soon). Overall, this was a time of connecting and reaffirming love and support. I am so grateful for it all.
However, ( you knew a ‘but’ was coming right?) there was something else that kept us company the whole time. The air quality in Mumbai was just awful. The haze that hung over the city could not be ignored as breathing in these conditions was hampered. It surprised me that people seemed unconcerned and even a marathon was held. When I said something about it, one person responded – “ One gets used to it and eventually, our lungs get stronger”! Yikes!
Meanwhile, we spent our time coping with runny noses, severe hacking, dry coughs and wearing masks when we went out. The air-purifier we used inside showed red ( poor air quality) all the time; At best it changed to purple briefly.
It cannot be emphasized enough that this is a serious problem and only getting worse. Globally.
I’m happy to be home and breathing significantly cleaner air. At the same time I ask, will this always be so? Not if we don’t do everything we can to make it so. Globally.
This is not a geographical or partisan or socioeconomic crisis. Every single one of us is responsible and affected.
I know I don’t need to elaborate further – you know to take action. Do something! Every effort makes a difference.
I’m not going to post any photos. Instead, I’m sharing two “Climate Change” poems I wrote in 2016 and 2011 respectively
Getting Dressed Down
Sans fur or feather
We dress and groom
In borrowed leather
pairing cork-wood pumps
Skims shapely bumps
Decrying the heat
Denouncing the snow
Rage and blow
Plunder and pillage
for earthly looms
Shifts falling rain
loam to dunes
For rare material
We quest and lust
So our children inherit
mere diamond dust.
Kangaroo floods leap across miles
Yankee storms hit with power
Aztec earthquakes sacrifice young lives
Norse volcanoes conjure blinding smoke.
Sumatran tsunamis wash countless souls
Bantu droughts parch migrating throats
Peking skies mark mankind’s limit
Polar icebergs diminish penguin turf.
Climate change at full throttle.
Note: I’m thrilled to have a painting in the juried art show “Winter In America” .The exhibit runs January 3-February 2, 2019. If you’re in the area, I hope you will visit it.
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We all need to work to improve our air and environment. If everyone could start living with pesticide free yards and native plants, it would be a good start.
I agree wholeheartedly! Thanks Sue.