The Sky is Falling

Source of photo: hippostcard


It’s pouring buckets today. It’s almost midday and we need a light on in the house to read by. Outside my window, the grass is a deep, soft, lush green. It clearly appreciates all that water. Just past our lawn, the river is full to the brim and looks dark and powerful as it surges past our house. Locals tell us they’ve never seen it so high at this time of year.

It could be a rainy day in June, if not for the trees that are stripped bare of leaves and the Christmas decorations that line the street.

Because it’s December, not June. In a few short weeks, the calendar will tell us that the winter solstice is upon us.

Or at least, it’s supposed to be.

I’m not sure which is worse: being old enough to remember very different, very cold, very wintery Decembers, or being too young to know that this new normal is anything but normal (and yes, I answer to those who tell me climate change is nothing new: it has indeed happened before but over centuries, if not millennia).

Never in a matter of decades. And never directly attributable to humankind’s activities.

The United Nations recently held a big COP27 conference about climate change and apparently, they came to a lot of important conclusions and made a lot of important decisions.  The oil industry, ever conscious of its practically singular role in the destruction of the climate but doing its utmost to balance that dismal fact against the riches that just keep (pardon the pun) pouring in, also made sure they were in attendance. They were the loudest, most vocal, most generous presence there (better to pay fines but remain rich, and all). I am too old and too cynical to believe any good will come out of that terribly expensive farce of a meeting.

Because money always talks.

My own country is now hosting a similar conference – the 2022 UN Biodiversity Conference COP (doesn’t that sound impressive?) and I have no doubt that many fine ideas will be brought forth about how best to save the world from itself. Oh, they’ll do lots and lots and lots of talking. I live many hours away from Montreal but I swear I can hear the hypnotic “bla-bla-bla” drone of all those puffed-up-with-self-importance politicians from here.

They must have hired some expensive PR firm to help them sound trendy and knowledgeable: I heard on the news last night that they’re aiming at protecting 30 per cent of lands and oceans by 2030. They are calling it ’30 by 30’.

Isn’t that catchy? The really amazing part about coming up with such lofty, distant goals is that no matter what country is in attendance, there will be elections in a few years and if the opposition gets in, they’ll just scrap everything anyway. So, the current politicians will have the moral high ground of saying “they told us so” and “they tried”. In the absolute best-case scenario where their 30 by 30 is adopted, they’ll all be retired (or dead) by 2030 so they don’t really have to worry whether it works or not.

Win, win.

Unless you actually live on this planet and care at all about its biodiversity, the unchecked and alarming rate of extinction of plant and animal species worldwide, climate disasters that leave so many starving and so many others homeless or, I don’t know, incapable of survival at all.

I sure hope Elon Musk is making headway with that Mars mission of his. I’d like to be a fly on the wall to watch that little ego-ridden escape. It sure would make a great movie (oh, wait: it is a great movie. If you haven’t watched Don’t Look Up, you are in for quite the ride).

I do apologise for the rant this morning. I stopped talking about this – with anyone – several years ago. No one wants to hear that the sky is falling or that it is likely too late to do anything about it.

But that pouring rain got me into a ‘mood’.

To end on a good note: well, our grass is lush and thriving in December.

That’s a first.

Patti Moore Wilson/©




Author: Patti Moore Wilson, wednesdayschild2

I write what I feel. And I rarely know exactly what I feel until I write. I have lived long enough to have known many joys and many sorrows. I have made many mistakes; I have forgiven myself for a few… I have learned that there are lessons in every step of this journey, if we only take the time to pay attention… I hope you will feel free to pick and choose the stories that resonate for you…

12 thoughts on “The Sky is Falling”

  1. I always chuckle when I see marketing folks trying to make us feel warm and fuzzy about an entity’s efforts to “turn things around” i.e. 30 by 30. That should be 100 (percent) by 30. Why be lazy and just settle for 30 percent? Don’t Look Up was a very good film. We’ve had a couple days here of rain, fog, and general gloominess. Our lawn also thrives as we head towards the calendar’s winter solstice. Alas, the lawn can only go by what it gets…no calendar to go by!

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    1. I think that’s their round-about way of telling us that in reality, they have no control over anything whatsoever 🤷‍♀️😕 They’re just aiming at mediocre, knowing even that is too lofty a goal. It sure does get me down when I allow myself to ‘go’ there. Thanks so much for stopping by and letting me know I’m not alone. Glad you enjoyed the movie. Humour can be a powerful way to get a message across…

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  2. Patti, thanks for breaking your silence on our climate catastrophe. For the first time this year, I did not follow-up on the UN COP27 conference. Just more “bla-bla-bla,” as you’ve noted. Now it’s “30 by 30”? It sure is catchy. Seven years will be here in no time. What will extreme summer temperatures and water scarcity be like then in my corner of the Earth?

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    1. I don’t get the complacency, Rosaliene. I think about this pretty much every single day, usually because something unusual (like, say, strange weather patterns) reminds me. I do my best to live sustainably but it’s infuriating to know that nothing I do – even if there are millions of people like me doing the same – is enough, if the powers that be still going on thinking it’s all about the almighty dollar. 😔

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      1. Greed is just our need to amass things taken to a hugely inappropriate degree. Hard to do that with anything but money… or, if you are a dragon in a Tolkien fantasy: Gold.

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  3. I think we all need to “blow up” more often. It’s the sound bites of news that most of us live by rather than reading an independent article.
    In the same way, weather is an ill timed bite of climate. Depending which weather you pick for your sound bite you can make an ill informed argument and make oneself look daft. You wouldn’t look daft by others who live by sound bites.

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    1. Thanks Jasper… Yes, I suspect my family and friends occasionally think I’m a bit daft but they cannot imagine the number of (peer reviewed) books and articles I’ve read on the subject as well as the peer reviewed documentaries I have watched. I’m very careful with sources and constantly double check and cross reference. I wish I were wrong because I really don’t relish the thought of living to say “I told you so.” 😔😔😔

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