Wednesday. My place, 5.50am
I’m angry. I’m doing that lip thing I do when I get angry. People tell me it’s a sure sign I’m angry, and, when they see it, they take appropriate action. Like leave. Or put their cool hand on my trembling one and tell me it’ll be okay.
But there’s no-one here to be leaving. Or holding my hand. There’s no-one to even tell me I’m doing that lip thing – but I can feel the tension in the corners of my mouth.
I shouldn’t be angry. It’s a fine morning here at my shack under the cliffs. The sun is gentle, not yet frying the joint, and recent rains have turned the brown into green, the neatly mown into overgrown, the listless into lively. I did, though, make the mistake of turning on the radio…
I shouldn’t be angry. My water tank is full. My crop hasn’t failed. The soldiers aren’t at the door. My house isn’t inundated by a rising sea. I’m free to practise my atheism on Wednesdays. My son has a job. My grandchildren are healthy. What could I possibly be angry at?
The wilful destruction of the planet, that’s what.
The espresso thingy whines and I answer the call. I pour some milk into a saucepan, light the stove, and put the milk on to warm.
I have lived a lucky life. I was born into a rare time of peace and prosperity. I never went to war. I was never hungry. I didn’t have to work as a child. (Or that much as an adult.) I had freedom to learn guitar, walk barefoot in a healthy jungle, read books, sail a boat. I had the luxury of money for education and time for contemplation.
I was privileged, just through luck. I was, as the First Hippie said, the seed that fell on fertile ground. But, with privilege comes obligation: the lucky seed must realise its potential. It must flower with an intensity that repays its good fortune, that showcases the best of its kind. This is how evolution works, the way forward.
What makes me angry is when the seed that falls on fertile ground thinks it was not luck but destiny, that good fortune is somehow deserved, that privilege is a birthright.
What makes me angry is when the lucky hurt the not-so-lucky to nurse a swelling but fragile ego, believing others’ pain is an indicator of their power. They are not magnificent, but stunted; not green but orange.
On the radio was the news that President Trump has given the go-ahead for the Dakota Access and Keystone XL oil pipelines. Oh dear. I turn it off and put on some vinyl.
I should be used to this small-minded, big-monied insanity that passes for leadership at the end of empire, but it triggered something in me. I’m angry.
I whisk (vigorously) the warm milk into a froth. I pour some coffee into a cup cast by the Pilliga Pottery people. They made these rough but beautiful cups for the protesters who fought to save the Pilliga forest from inappropriate mining. I add the milk.
Something has to give. There is a planetary problem. It is the job of the lucky ones to take responsibility in the garden and bloody fix it. They have the power. But will they?
I sip the coffee. Locally grown. Ahh…
‘Everybody knows the war is over. Everybody knows the good guys lost,’ sings Leonard Cohen.
I was lucky. I walked the rainforest; I sailed the reef; I drank from the river. I wonder, will my grandchildren be able to do that?
No.
The weeds have strangled the garden.
A great piece. I feel the same.
I too am angry and for the same reasons. I think we should Be. angry!
all the best from Sledge
What a sad sack. You have nothing to complain about yet find obscure reasons to complain. Get out in your garden and plant and water something.
A great read. I feel the same.
That’s not being a sad sack, for no reason…. that is not an obscure issue…that is anger, when one learns of more rape & pillage of the earth given the go-ahead, even if it is over the other side of the world.
Being sad and angry for the people whose country it is, is valid.
But unless one can actually do something about it, it is best to try and care for one’s own corner of country, so yes, go water something!
But don’t call that decision in the States obscure!
Wow! Brooke reckons you find ‘obscure reasons’ for your heart ache! Reality in the 21st Century is humankind galloping ever onward, destroying and squandering the precious, wondrous and beautiful planet we live on where most people are blinkered in their consumer trance. We are devoted bush regenerator and dune carers – we have to watch as marauding, violent, entitled hedonists plunder our natural places and leave nowhere for native shore birds to breed etc etc. one ton of garbage has been pulled out of the estuary at Tallow Creek last year from the three monster doofs they’ve had in the estuary in the second half of last year. This is just local – the whole sale plundering of our entire planet accelerates only – the ‘Divine Righters’ are leading the charge
hey i agree, i get angry. i love this planet like my life
however, i think, that maybe it is just what we need because that’s what we have. just like when abbott arrived. maybe we will unite – like at bentley – and become the resounding voice of the planet.
we are the planet. i am an organism on an organism.
angry is energy that feeds the idiocy
maybe it is the energy that generates the ‘tipping’ of the pendulum
but truly, love for those unawakened is really better for you, better for me, otherwise it ‘feeds’ the problem
i have had all the same luxuries. i dont whisk milk, i’m a disliker of froth