Okay sooo in my last post I go on a massive tangent about fear and love; forgetting to talk about any actual gardening! So if you haven’t read it…. read it… Then come back to this one… go on then 😉
…in the future.
Mother earth abused and raped, too many times. Chemical warfare. We used to call it “cleaning” or the classic “produce more”. We were sold this idea. It was sparkly and cheap, oh so cheap. In something we used to call “money”. Surprisingly, this didn’t have any real value. Yet, we traded everything for it. But there was always a cost.
Space like oceans, where balls of plastic fly into each other like meteors. Silent ghost forests haunt the bare land. Our mother is barren, unable to produce edible food. Humans have resorted to eating this bland powder made from rocks. Dreaming of the days when you could eat an orange.
Deep within you, something is calling.
A clear message.
Visions visit you almost every night.
An abundant paradise, where humans recognize they are part of nature and joyfully work with her.
People laugh at you when you tell them.
“That’s all gone…” They sigh
“We had a chance and we messed it up.” Depressingly plodding away.
So that’s just the way life is now, huh? Are you just going to accept that? Are you going to listen to the voice inside you?
You might die. Meh, so what? Where ever the dead go, it can’t be worse than this grey existence.
Determined, you pack only essentials: gas mask, compass, map, camping equipment, change of clothes, last but certainly not the least, your personal penknife. You’ve been adding tools to it for months, almost like you knew this would happen.
Boots laced up. Bag on your back. Bring it!
In the middle of night, you take one final look at the vast void you call “home”.
Whispering a prayer.
Ready for your adventure.
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