a poem from a lay friend on transforming climate crisis despair
Picking up plastic today I wonder why I bother with the small amount I gather barely a drop in the ocean Yet there are multitudes of hands in this world and hearts and each accumulated bit matters All I can do is my part one small piece at a time enough trusting that with each small step heart by heart big things will come I must not reduce the beach only to the rubbish I see losing its nourishment around me Instead look,
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a poem from a lay friend on transforming climate crisis despair
Picking up plastic today I wonder why I bother with the small amount I gather barely a drop in the ocean Yet there are multitudes of hands in this world and hearts and each accumulated bit matters All I can do is my part one small piece at a time enough trusting that with each small step heart by heart big things will come I must not reduce the beach only to the rubbish I see losing its nourishment around me Instead look, touch, breathe the extraordinary beauty in this world Let that hold me If I am happy maybe I will demand less of this world and the violence of my fear, overwhelm and despair will not enter it This world needs my joy as much as it needs my hands Plastic on the beach today a practice on how to walk this world in peace
