The Great Grief

The Great Grief: How To Cope with Losing Our World

So many humans don’t want to think about the future. These people have the attitude ‘well, I won’t be here, so why should I care.’ But there are some of us that feel the pain of this dying planet as part of our very being, deep in our core, in every fiber, heartbeat, touch, scent, breath, and sound…and we think about what it will be like for future generations. I personally am glad that I will not be here to witness it in another 30 or 40 years. I feel for all the children being born now, or those that were born in the past 10 or 20 years, because this world is on a downward spiral and I don’t think it will be a pleasant place in the future. Sure, some things are being done to undo the damage, but profit and greed is an evil that is hard to beat down, and overpopulation is a very troubling issue. I don’t see the world being fixed for several generations or more, if ever. I fear it will get much worse before it gets better. For those of us that are sensitive to the Earth’s plight, it is hard to deal with and can be overwhelming at times. Here is a great article, for which I cannot take credit, but wish to share:

Climate scientists overwhelmingly say that we will face unprecedented warming in the coming decades. Those same scientists, just like you or I, struggle with the emotions that are evoked by these facts and dire projections. My children—who are now 12 and 16—may live in a world warmer than at any time in the previous 3 million years, and may face challenges that we are only just beginning to contemplate, and in many ways may be deprived of the rich, diverse world we grew up in. How do we relate to – and live – with this sad knowledge?

Across different populations, psychological researchers have documented a long list of mental health consequences of climate change: trauma, shock, stress, anxiety, depression, complicated grief, strains on social relationships, substance abuse, sense of hopelessness, fatalism, resignation, loss of autonomy and sense of control, as well as a loss of personal and occupational identity.

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A Sonnet for Everett Ruess ~ by Edward Abbey


Everett Reuss

You walked into the radiance of death through passageways of stillness,

stone and light, gold coin of cottonwoods,

the spangled shade, cascading song of canyon wrens,

the flight of scarlet dragonflies at pools,

the stain of water on a curve of sand,

the art of roots that crack the monolith of time.

* * *

You knew the crazy lust to probe the heart of that which has no heart that we could know,

towards the source, deep in the core,

the maze,

the secret center where there are no bounds.

* * *

Hunters, brother,

companion of our days; that blessing which you hunted,

hunted too,

what you were seeking,

that is what found you.

* * *

A Sonnet for Everett Ruess ~ by Edward Abbey


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More Room to Grow ~ by Ulrich Schaffer

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Wildflower Waterfall by Roxy Whalley – Click on image to visit the gallery




Just give me room~

more room to grow

when everyone else is closing in on me,

and the world seems like a cage.


Just give me room~

more room to grow

when the world around me

asks me to remain unchanged.


Just give me room~

more room to grow

released from the image

you have of me


Just give me room~

more room to grow

towards the likeness

that lies buried in me.


By Ulrich Schaffer

Art is for Sharing

I sometimes get asked why I feel the need to share my writings, photography and adventure stories on my various blogs. Some people believe those of us who share this kind of work are doing it purely to get attention, credit, or to boost our ego. This is not always true, there are many reasons for sharing; If I get a comment like, “Thank you, those words were just what I needed to hear today, perfect timing,” I know the Universe was at work in some way, and those words helped someone… and that is enough.

I’ve recently been going through some old journals, and here is something I wrote about 10-years ago, and I thought I’d share it:


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For an artist to paint or write, and not share the beauty of their work with others,

almost makes the work pointless.

It is the sharing,

and the delight in seeing someone smile,

or dream,

or laugh,

or cry,

or learn,

that makes it worth while.

An artist does not always paint for himself,

Sometimes she writes for others.


Roxy Whalley – 2005

After the Final No

After the final no

there comes a yes.

And on that yes

the future world depends.

No was the night

Yes is the present sun.


By Wallace Stevens ~ The Well Dressed Man With a Beard


The Whole Poem:

After the final no there comes a yes
And on that yes the future world depends.
No was the night. Yes is this present sun.
If the rejected things, the things denied,
Slid over the western cataract, yet one,
One only, one thing that was firm, even
No greater than a cricket’s horn, no more
Than a thought to be rehearsed all day, a speech
Of the self that must sustain itself on speech,
One thing remaining, infallible, would be
Enough. Ah! douce campagna of that thing!
Ah! douce campagna, honey in the heart,
Green in the body, out of a petty phrase,
Out of a thing believed, a thing affirmed:
The form on the pillow humming while one sleeps,
The aureole above the humming house…

It can never be satisfied, the mind, never.

The Right Road

nothing is sure, everything is possible

If we knew we were on the right road, having to leave it would mean endless despair.

But we are on a road that only leads to a second one, and then to a third one and so forth.

And the real highway will not be sighted for a long, long time, perhaps never.

So we drift in doubt.

But also in an unbelievable, beautiful diversity.

Thus the accomplishment of hope remains an always unexpected miracle.

But in compensation, the miracle remains forever possible.


By Franz Kafka