Gaia is the earth viewed as a vast self-regulating organism and named for the goddess Gaia, who in Greek mythology, is the prime creator. And she is tired of our shenanigans.
We’ve behaved like dirty heedless children, desecrating her largess: her endless forests, her enormous oceans, her plains of plenitude, even the icy purity of her mountain streams. She suffers us no more. As we kill her trees, her wolves, her bees, her frogs, her whales, even her horseshoe crabs who have a mutely shuffled on her shores for millennia, she torments us now in kind: strikes us with more frequent and more devastating floods, tsunamis, fires and droughts. The innocent are not spared.
In our corner of her realm she often hides the sun behind a toxic cloud and when, from time to time, she allows the sun to shine, if we listened, we would hear her say; you never understood that your happiness, your joy in light, was never guaranteed, but something I gave you lovingly for loving me. Some knowingly chortle that her reprisals are a hoax: those shameless and irreverent, mired in perverse philosophies of greed, cannot believe the Earth will cleanse herself, clarify her blues and greens, and breathe life into creatures finer than we.
Margot Fleck
Greenfield