I could hardly believe it when I read in the paper today that major floods in Russia have caused nearly 200 deaths this week.
It is bone dry here in the hills of western Massachusetts. It is so dry that if I did not water my vegetable garden every day, all my beautiful plants would be drying up in the merciless drought.
When I walk by the half-dry river in the afternoons, I am struck by all the yellow and brown leaves on the path—the forest has the golden cast of September now, the dry spell fast-forwarding us from mid-summer to fall.
The first veiled hints of trouble have made their way into the mainstream media, with crop losses due to drought expected to push up the prices of food in the U.S.
Barely a mention of shortages yet. No rationing. Just higher prices, which will make it harder for those of us on fixed incomes—not to mention all the unemployed—to afford to buy what we want to eat.
Clearly there is a shocking imbalance between the torrential rains in Europe and the parched drought here in the US.
Clearly it’s anthropogenic climate change rearing its scary hydra head.
I have heard tell of Native Americans calling on the rain gods to bring rain clouds to a dry landscape.
Our own techno-engineers talk about seeding the clouds to provide rain.
In both cases, it’s a matter of human beings applying our great brain power to find solutions to problems that threaten our existence.
Each of us has some gift to contribute to the common cause of survival—remembering that the survival of human beings is entirely intertwined with the survival of every other life form on the planet, from plankton to trees to bees.
Truly, this is no time to wait shyly on the sidelines to be invited, or to wait for others to take the lead.
As the saying goes, we are the ones we’ve been waiting for. If ever a time called for brilliant and dramatic solutions, that time is now.