It rained today, at afternoon, and then a mild breeze started blowing, and the birds sang and life looked like more intense, a bit more alive.

The sky's still heavy and gray, but there's a line of light right under the clouds, touching the ground in the distance, and it gets the room all clear in a different way, in silver bright. There were people and cars and sounds of the coming and going; but it was only the strong noise of the water that could be heard when the rain started falling and the Nature took its place for that instant...

The news now say about Global warming, and they blame us, the people, it's the main words in the headlines, all the news... Funny is that I've written and thought so much about that, whenever I felt it so wrong and cruel, like the river that turned into sulphur scum here some years ago, and the people in the interviews were worried about the bridge that they could not cross, or the sculptures in the front of the church, that were going to be damaged by the acid air...
By their side, the gross and toxic scum ran upon the died river...

And in my street, the cars cross the road like it was a highway, and the air gets so thick and you can't believe that sometimes... but people cut all the trees that still existed here and the heat plus the monoxide gas get the summer unbearable, more than 50ºC - more than that because the thermometer cannot show more, the mercury goes up to it but it has no scales beyond that - but people keep on going without noticing, the weather man says the heat is just 30ºC and people believe, they don't remember how mild and fresh the air used to be, they don't remember the cool shade of the high trees doing a kind of cobweb on the streets...
The noise of the wind in the leaves, the silence inside.

Now there are screams even more aloud, but pointing the population as the guilty ones... I've said and felt so much, but my words got lost many times... Life did't need to be saved, it needed to be understood and the ones who get to understand that in fact can make quite few in face of centuries of a wrong upbringing. They say the men stepped on the moon, almost 40 years ago, they developed nanotecnology and did artificial life... Many things that could be called miracles. There are capacity and tecnology to everything. But it is not in the hands of everyone. So few ones get to reach out the top of the tecnology and those are the ones who offer the world the way life shall be lived. They do cars, do the gas, do the lifestyle. People follow the stream, they use what is offered like an engine: The energy comes in and the circuit starts working. For now, the society is solid and the culture is established; the cold lands need the heating system, the housekeepers need the detergent, the familes need a car, the food need to be planted and pulverized with toxic products to avoid the plague... One planting a lettuce under organic cares here, other one cicling a bike there, it is quite few in face of the huge mechanism that the humanity gets from the top. And where's the real intention to change? To stop that wrong mechanism and to offer the people the tools to understand and to live the life as the natural and sacred balance that it is? If we've crossed the centuries and everything seems to be possible, I just can't believe it is out of control the situation, and I just can't agree with the news that blame the common people and that show us a dark and terrible future like it was a phenomen else from a despise of one here and of someone else there.

To understand keeps harder and harder everyday.
But understanding comes from the notion of what we are dealing to, and that notion of life got lost itself amongst the daily struggles, the trifles, the society upbringing, the convertion of the value of the life offered us like a price to be paid for our comfort and modern lives.

Although, it's not that the evilness has never existed inside the common people and that the humanity is totaly free from the guilty. But the evilness is like the fire. If assisted and conduced, the fire is essential to the forests, to the life and the balance of it. But if it is fed and instigated, the fire gets wilder and may burn up to the last sign of life.
Where have our inner fire been conduced to?
When the rain fell, I could hear the only sound that I needed. And I noticed that, amongst so many discussion, blames and abuses; the Nature will say the final word upon everything.

Patricky Field