Spring has arrived at the Northern Hemisphere.
The Sun is bestowing his celestial rays of light into the depths of the wild forests, riding in the waves of the oceans, gliding over the bakery windows inside the narrow streets of human dwellings with his whimsical humour.
It’s The Call for Life.
The days arrive early, the days stay long.
Nature has been gently tapped on her shoulder, she is waking up from her long slumber, ready to burst into her magnificent glory.
The bees are busy pollinating the fresh blooms of flowers, all the while making their balm of life. It will be ready for the long winter.
The ants are busy carrying anything they could find to their nests. They will need it in order to survive winter.
The humans are busy making vacation plans for the summer. They worked all winter, so they will rest and have fun.
Wait, what?
Journal Entry / January
⚜ Working in Winter ⚜
The alarm went off.
I’ve dragged my many Sun years old bum out of the bed. Every fiber of my being is asking me, why?
It’s dark. Not just my bedroom, everywhere. The Earth is dark.
My body cannot not produce melatonin without the sunlight that would trigger my brain and tell me to wake up. My thousands of years of evolution is resisting my attempts to keep my eyes open and I’m asking my circadian rhythm to please make an exception, one more time. Like every day.
Nature is asleep. The bears are asleep in their caves. The birds have migrated to warmer climates. Trees are asleep, trying to preserve their roots and saving their energy for spring.
I have to get up. Because I have to work.
I prepared a breakfast out of two cardboards they sell at the supermarket. Fresh produce is either scarce or tasteless in winter. One wonders why. Last summer I never had the time to prepare any jam or pickle or any other preserve from fresh produce, to prepare for the winter.
We had a really nice vacation though.
I dressed myself in multiple layers of clothes made from plant fibers and kicked my half asleep body out of the door. With my half asleep children. So that they could go to school and learn about how to adapt to human society. It’s just that, for some reason, they never seem to remember whatever is taught in the first hour of the school day.
It’s cold. The heaters are working all day now, at home, at work, at schools, everywhere. It constantly consumes finite natural resources of Earth. So that we resume to study, work, live. During winter.
Journal Entry / August
⚜ To the Sea, To the Sea ⚜
Nobody can keep me in. Try and see.
The sun is shining, the weather is nice. I can’t imagine anything better than spending lazy summers on porch, overlooking the Sea, the vast blue nothingness withholding the ancient secrets of thousands of years within itself, a whole other world home to a whole other type of beings. The Sun is shimmering over the surface of the sea, like a thousand precious jewels scattered over a silk blanket.
I’ve slaved whole winter for this, two weeks of undisturbed, perfect bliss.
Nobody can make me work.
It’s a Choice. It Was a Damned Choice.
No one makes anyone use their couple of weeks vacation in summer. Well, at least they didn’t use to. Laborers simply opted for it.
For starters, it’s a good time to enjoy one’s self. After the dreadful harsh winter shackled to daily routine, having the freedom to move about, feels good. Feels alive.
It was simply easier to wander about, visit loved ones from far places in summers. Run away from heat. Boarding schools were to shut down. Then all schools.
People presumably thought, if my child has holidays in summer, of course I’ll take my holidays in summer.
Since most people took their holidays in summer, the cities emptied out, the time slowed, the sales slowed.
Then the companies said, well since summer is slow and everyone is off, then I’ll close the offices in summer. Everyone might as well take a summer vacation.
Factories closed, people shipped off. It became the norm. Slowly and surely.
What is a few weeks off, anyway? The scarcity makes the situation more complex.
Cycle of Doom.
It is difficult to say when our defiance to Nature started. Was it when we invented fire? Was it the steam engine? Or the planes flying above without bird wings? It is clear though, the gap has opened once, and now there is a chasm between us. That we are completely ignorant about.
The melatonin is not just for sleep cycle arrangements, it is also our immune system agent, regulating our daily maintenance system, fighting cancer and other ailments, keeping them at bay.
Global warming is the ultimate collective result of our rebellion towards our nature, the self destruct button pressed on Earth.
Defying Nature? On a cellular and a global level, it’s a dangerous game we are playing at.
Nature and her endless patience with us delinquents.
She is not Mount Everest. She has Mount Everest. She is not to be conquered.
She is not to be messed with, she will wipe us with her whiff we call hurricanes from all corners of the world.
Despite sourcing every carbon, oxygen and mineral in our body, despite procuring the water that we are, despite perfecting us with millions of years of evolution, despite being what WE ARE, she is shown no respect.
For some reason, decision makers with God complexes find ways to resist her power on a massive scale, making us resist ourselves, our true NATURE, making us and our lives miserable along the way.
On a minor scale, on a major scale.
Here is a crazy idea. How about we defer to Nature?
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