Metamorphosis

The rain is falling again...

I feel as if I've up and moved to Ireland, the way the weather has been of late. Not that I mind in some ways as the country has always been close to my heart for several reasons, despite the fact that I've yet to set foot on the land, but... yeah.

Sometimes the rain can feel so cleansing. So beautifully peaceful and clean and pure.

This, however, is not one of those times.

I feel Mother Earth weeping. She is in so much pain right now, yet all we do is worsen it. She shudders in her labor, barely able to breath; confined by our chains and ropes we've built upon her- cities and bridges, cars and trams, concrete and pavement. We electrocute her with our power lines and smother her with tar. We cut down her forest children and sicken her waters with pollution and trash.

We are the ultimate parasites.

And yet... she keeps us. Just as she has kept us for thousands of years. Even now as she quakes and shudders in pain beyond our imagining, she hopes for another way. Even now she holds back from unleashing a torrent of destruction upon her lands because she doesn't want any more pain.

And yet... we continue to unleash it upon her.

And I cry along with her in her sorrow. I feel a glimpse of the pain that she holds. I listen to the staggered breaths that she continues to take.

And I feel totally, utterly and completely helpless...