Watching the news over the last couple of days, the lyrics to James Taylor’s “Fire and Rain” become a haunting serenade. While the eastern seaboard drowns under deluges from several hurricanes and tropical storms, portions of the south burn in nearly uncontrollable fires. In Texas, we joke about rain dances while we enviously watch weather systems skip around us. Of course, I’m certain my friends in Georgia, Vermont, or New York would love to send some of their downpours this way.
This isn’t just a case of the grass being greener, though. Unfortunately, some politicians heartlessly take advantage of these disastrous conditions to promote their own agendas. Somehow, these people feel it’s necessary to twist their religious fanaticism with their personal ambitions into a knotted rope of discrimination and prejudice.
At this point in time, I hope they’ve created enough rope to hang themselves.
Humankind has not woven the web of life.
We are but one thread within it.
Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves.
All things are bound together.
All things connect.
Chief Seattle, 1854
Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman