I listen to reports from Paris about climate change.
|Young girls walk to get water for their family each morning. The water pump is also a place for friends to meet and visit with each other before heading back home.|
I think about Cabestore and Haiti and Rose's small hamlet.
Rose consumed very little in her short life. She walked almost everywhere she went and used no electricity. Her clothes were second hand from the United States. She ate whatever they could grow; the exception being the rice they were forced to buy from the Dominican Republic, when their rice fields were lost to them.
Her global footprint was very, very small. She had almost no possessions; her furniture was home made and she would be lucky to have a pot for cooking rice and beans.
But her life was not bad. It was beautiful. She woke up to beautiful mountains and clean, sweet, meandering streams and rivers. The noises of dawn; of children and animals and friends were reassuring and happy. She had sisters and cousins and friends; a good husband and beautiful children.
She believed in God and she believed that God dwelled in all things.
On the radio they say, "Are Americans willing to eat less meat, use less electricity, consume less?" They say, "What if the developing world, used as much as Americans?"
Do we need to keep a certain part of the world, without, so we can have so much?
I add the factors leading to global warming to the reasons Rose died; the reasons why Oliver does not have a mother. Poverty is a big business and Rose was one small casualty of the pursuit of wealth that has no bounds.
Yes, Rose, a bad spirit killed you, but perhaps not the one you thought. It was not one that a Leaf Doctor could have rid you off. It was he bad spirit of greed that surrounded you and enveloped you, even in that quiet, peaceful hamlet you called home.
They say that it was once an island of tropical birds and that whales and dolphins were always off shore. They say there were giant hardwood trees and the rivers were full of fish.
I see you walking there, your baby indoor arms; a great woman with a very small, ecological footprint. In a world full of environmental heroes, this morning I nominate the women of the world who walk so gently on this earth.