Deepwater Horizon Oil Spill: A Travesty Against Mother Ocean of Huge Proportions
Posted on Monday 3 May 2010
The Oil Gushing through a massive hole that we have drilled deep, deep down in the ocean floor hit an oil reserve so big and some say it blasted through with such force that it blew up the oil rig and turned it upside down over the hole. The dig itself was on the edge of what we could do technologically, and of course now we do not have the technology to close the hole.
It is gushing millions of gallons of oil into the ocean and threatens to destroy our world oceans if it is not taken care of quickly. This environmental, technological, and patriarchal catastrophy is said to dwarf the Exon Valdez, which was massive in it’s affects upon the ecosystems of Alaska.
Please grieve with me, and rage with me, and pray with all your hearts that this thing gets plugged and fixed quickly by the little boys who again did not know what kind of dynamite they were playing with.
My young but wise priestess sister Anna writes a beautiful poem to our Mother Ocean:
“In late April 2010, a massive oil spill erupted in the Gulf of Mexico. It’s flow continues to be felt throughout the ocean ecosystem, impacting all the life forms connected to it. As people, we stand in witness of our choices and their consequences. Our society is in the throes of an addiction to oil that does not support life. Let us choose this moment to face the reality of our choices. It is my sincerest hope that the devastation of this oil spill will be the wake-up call that many need, so that we may move forward in responsibility. That we may walk in beauty, once again.”
Ocean Swimmer
Blood of my body,
waves begin to speak.
Womb of life primordial,
journey to the deep.
Raped in the name of progress,
addicted to your pain,
shadow permeates the surface,
obliterates your name.
We find ourselves at the center,
in the toxic core of choice,
in the heartbeat of our disregard,
will we listen to your voice?
World transforming, dervish whirling,
what we’ve sown is reaped.
Cyclone dancer, chaos swirling,
people in the street.
Changing woman, rainbow woman,
finds perfection in the pattern.
From the arm of the starfish,
to death’s renewing matter.
I share my heart with the fishes,
dead sea turtles on the shore.
Schooled swimmers, now are scattered,
gasping breaths, are nevermore.
From the constellation of my soul,
I share these cleansing tears.
Luminous jewels lost in the ocean,
would, that we all, be made clear.
Ocean Swimmer © Copyright Anna Cariad-Barrett, 2010.
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