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Asphalt, Concrete, Lawns and Golf Courses

These are the things that surround me now, the unlandscapes I gaze upon when waking, walking, brooding, and finally, retiring to dreams of Clooney and Depp and a nectar that doesn’t destroy.  There is hardly what could be called a “landbase” left in this country of my girlhood, but the subtropical clime is always attemtping to reclaim itself from the alsphalt, concrete, lawns and golf courses.  Weeds pop up through the sidewalks, tendrils of wild ivy claw at closed windows, air conditioning whirring a cold froth in the rooms of the civilized.  The dogwood, magnolia and gardenia offer their stark white blossoms as if in pennance for our sins.  They still grow wild here but we prune them and cut them and mold them and spray them to “protect” them from the rest of nature so that they fit our groomed gardens, our ideas of order and control.

I turned a turtle around headed straightlong for the busy road this morning.  Turned him around to the creek that runs nearby, the one coursing with all the chemicals from the surrounding asphalt, concrete, lawns and golf courses.  I had only the lesser of two evils to offer him, maybe not even that.  I’m pretty sure he laughed at me as he meandered back towards the only water available.

I saw a writhing bright black and white kingsnake on the same road yesterday and have requested he be my temporary totem.  He laughs at me a lot but he’s willing to dialogue between chuckles.  He doesn’t hate me, he just feels sorry for me.

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Why Eve’s Daughter?

Hello and welcome to my blog.  Why Eve’s Daughter?  Well, my mother’s name is Eve.  She’s getting older now, hell, I’m getting older now, but my mom looked exactly how you would imagine a good Eve to look:  long auburn hair, intelligent green eyes, a beautiful figure.  She was easy to picture wearing well-placed fig leaves with flowers in her coppery locks, a sly come-hither look in her wide, innocent eyes and an apple in her outstretched hand.  Yep, she was one hot babe and you would’ve eaten that apple too if she had been offering it.

Perhaps because my  mother’s name is Eve, I intuited that the original Eve got somewhat of a bad wrap  and so questioned a “truth” that would put the burden of original sin on one human woman –  the first one, the mother, supposedly, of us all.  An eternity of damnation for one snake-whispered bite?  Come on.  On the other hand,  the creation myth of my childhood provided me a vision of a garden that stays with me today:  a voluptuous, productive, healthy and breathtakingly beautiful garden that would provide for the needs of all:  animal, plant and mineral,  if treated well.

But we haven’t treated our garden well.  Sometimes it seems to me we have done and continue to do everything we can to not only cause harm to our beloved planet, but to cause the most harm, the longest lasting harm, the worst harm.

This blog is about my longing to return to a  time that was  simpler, set in a garden on the North American continent before we devastated it  with deforestation and railroads, dams and bad agriculture.   I don’t remember it in my mind.  I remember it in my bones and in my blood.  I remember it in the DNA handed down through past generations who lived closer to the earth.  I remember peace.  I remember sustainability.  I remember things I have no business remembering.  My longing follows my remembrances and leads me to discoveries along the way:  whole food, slow food, alive, vibrant, healthy food,  love and seasonal rhythms and living life like a sigh.

It also leads me to seek answers for how it got so bad so fast, how we let our astonishing blue planet become polluted, overcrowded, overheated and ill.  How we’ve gotten to the 21st century with dangerous food on the shelves and subsequently, our tables, dangerous agricultural and manufacturing practices that threaten the health of every living thing and a population who has  trouble connecting the dots because there are powers adept at deceit, diversion and creating confusion.

This blog about the sense I am making out of the chaos, or not.   I hope to learn, inform and connect with others who are saddened and disheartened by what they see in the world. And to find hope that there is still reason to live and love and fight for change.

Thank you for visiting Eve’s Daughter.