When I was a very little girl, so, so long ago... I was given my own little square patch of earth in which I could grow some seed. All of us in kindergarten were given these little patches of earth, in a quiet spot, right at the edge of the playing fields of my school in Croydon. We wore blue and white, red and white, or yellow and white chequered overalls, and were given tools with which to turn over the soil. I remember how it felt to walk the long way across the grass of the hockey pitch, weighed down with our gardening bits and pieces, to where our little plots waited patiently. We would often go early in the morning, as the dew still rested on the grass in a million sparkling diamonds of light. Often blackbirds fluttered in the ivy growing up the stone wall at the back, watching us curiously with their beady eyes. I remember peering at the ground intently as soon as the seeds went in, as if they would somehow spring up out of the ground then and there. It seemed to take a long time for them to show their tiny shoots. It seemed a long wait to a 5 year old eager for a result.
When I thought of my little plot of earth this morning, and how it made me feel, I was overcome with sadness. All our little square patches of ground, all the seeds, all the love and all the beauty have been smothered under tons of concrete for decades. Bulldozers came in and massacred the gentle spaces and scared away the wildlife, without so much as a passing thought. Profits before Peace...Business before Beauty... Croydon has lost its little patches of earth, its playing fields and its quiet places where blackbirds nest in peace. Little children cannot experience the marvel of life, when all they see, hear, taste, smell, and touch is the machinery of man.
Man, in his psychosis continues to suffocate his Mother. The One who provides all his needs so willingly and lovingly, and the One whom he disregards and abuses the most, continues to be neglected and ravaged on a global scale. This has to change. We MUST nurture our Earth and our children again - with open spaces, with trees and plants and skies free from pollution of all kinds.
Yesterday I met some lovely people involved with the Steiner inspired school at Tapley Park near Bideford. How wonderful to know that some little children at least are being set free...
When I thought of my little plot of earth this morning, and how it made me feel, I was overcome with sadness. All our little square patches of ground, all the seeds, all the love and all the beauty have been smothered under tons of concrete for decades. Bulldozers came in and massacred the gentle spaces and scared away the wildlife, without so much as a passing thought. Profits before Peace...Business before Beauty... Croydon has lost its little patches of earth, its playing fields and its quiet places where blackbirds nest in peace. Little children cannot experience the marvel of life, when all they see, hear, taste, smell, and touch is the machinery of man.
Man, in his psychosis continues to suffocate his Mother. The One who provides all his needs so willingly and lovingly, and the One whom he disregards and abuses the most, continues to be neglected and ravaged on a global scale. This has to change. We MUST nurture our Earth and our children again - with open spaces, with trees and plants and skies free from pollution of all kinds.
Yesterday I met some lovely people involved with the Steiner inspired school at Tapley Park near Bideford. How wonderful to know that some little children at least are being set free...
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