Excuse me, Mr Prezident …

Words. A torrent of words continue to be written and spoken and shouted about the cataclysm in Puerto Rico brought on by Hurricane Maria. My near-obsession with this on-going tragedy has left me at a loss for words, nearly. I could rant. I could name-call. I could point out the raging hypocrisy of the Divider-In-Chief, but what good will that do? Friends and allies will agree with me. Die-hard defenders of this pitiful excuse for a president will not. Where does that leave us, besides frustrated and angry, and at a stalemate, while desperate people are dying? These words from…

Regarding Wisdom, Karma, and Hillary Clinton

With natural disasters following one after the other recently, I’ve heard people suggest that “Mother Earth is angry.” Rather than angry, perhaps she’s simply righting the ship. Mother Earth / Mother Nature / Pacha Mama is dispassionate in her passion. She does what she does in response to internal and external pressures. Whether it’s a volcano erupting thousands of feet into the air, tectonic plates shifting in opposing directions, or a reaction to human-caused climate change, her response is not personal. The self-regulating system of Earth is not bound to ego as we are. Ancient and wise on an elemental level…

Looking Up

We need to spend more time looking up, watching birds, studying flowers, and marveling at insects. For as long as I can remember, Nature has been my source of wonder, my peace, and my solace. From a dandelion growing through a crack in the sidewalk to a hike in the mountains, the renewal that Nature offers is there for everyone. It is the cure for what ails us. All it asks is that we appreciate it. –Lora   New Images! Lora Fisher Photography   Resources: Prison Gardens Help Inmates Grow Their Own Food — And Skills –NPR Green Cities: Good Health –University of Washington…

Too important to miss…

Please take a moment to read and reflect on the importance of our southern borderlands. Krista Schlyer’s photography is spectacular. The story is stunning in its implications regarding the environmental and social impact of building a massive border wall along our southern border with Mexico. Embattled Borderlands Will the border wall strike a fatal blow to one of the most imperiled wild regions in North America? Essay and photos by Krista Schlyer.   Shared, with permission ©KristaSchlyer.com   I’ve had the pleasure of virtually meeting Krista, today. Wishing you all the best. Lora    

Good news, plus a reminder

In challenging times like these, we need daily reminders of the good in people. Here are a few stories that gave me a lift this morning.  Delhi, India has banned ALL plastic! “Trailing after China and the United States, India is the largest polluter in the world and is home to 13 out of the top 20 most polluted cities. Thus, the city of Delhi has decided to take a strong and bold action by banning all disposable plastic including a ban on disposable plastic cutlery, cups, and bags, this piece of legislation was passed by India’s National Green Tribunal in December….

Carrying On

“How do we do it?” is a question on the minds of many, these days. I’ve heard from people who are feeling true despair over the outcome of the election. I get it. Despair is appropriate when we’re facing the possible dismantling of hard-won political and social progress. Despair, however, gets us nowhere. It is a downward spiral that generally takes an act of will to reverse. Isolation is the ally of despair. Don’t let it be. Find friends who support you. Be an ally to those whose struggle may be different from yours. Support a cause greater than yourself. Practice bravery. Be a friend….

Flat Rock, Rippled Pond

One of the joys of my childhood was having unlimited access to the Willamina River that bordered our small farm in Western Oregon. With nearly one-half mile that was mine to explore, I was never happier than when I escaped to its edge to indulge in minute explorations of this moist, boggy, ferny paradise. Robinson Crusoe fantasies dominated my play. By the age of eight, a part of me longed to escape the tensions that were a daily part of life in my family. The river bank is where I learned to skip rocks, catch crawdads, check the boggy areas for minnows, and observe the development…