To me it’s like entering a war zone. A complete annihilation of life at a heart-stopping speed. Part of me wants to rage. To point fingers. To blame. To say to the collective masses, “This is what you cheered for, as though it is a victory.” I cannot help but be angry. I have only entered the second stage of grief.
For some this is a victory, but I can’t help thinking about squirrels running down the supporting structures of their homes as they fall like dominoes, wondering if they made it to safety in time. Birds, flying the nest. Chipmunks hiding beneath the ground, unable to hold their ears against the maddening roar of destruction.
There were coyotes and deer and this forest. There were countless insects and the life that lives beneath the ground, and only sometimes comes to the surface. Not to mention the hundreds of trees and plants, razed in one day.
Should we be proud of this?
I want to believe that we can make peace with this land, that we did before it was destroyed, but the truth is, we haven’t. There was no collective ceremony. No giving thanks and asking for forgiveness, only a righteous justification in a belief that it was ours to dispose of as we wished.
In 30 years a forest of life grew and flourished. In 3 days it was gone.
The Light Behind the Story 
I feel your sadness and anger. We are a greedy species. How we’ve managed to last as long as we have is beyond me.
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One does wonder at Gaia’s ability to forgive and support us to the extent that she does. Thank you for sharing in my sorrow. ❤
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WOW! That would be an awesome book title , “Thirty Years a Forest”…..you have a lot to say about this! It is destruction plain and simple. I feel for all!
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I feel a moral obligation to document this in the only way I can. I am haunted by this. Each time I woke during the night (which was often), I saw the forest razed. It is an all-consuming grief for me. I weep constantly.
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Grief for whatever is overwhelming. My heart feels your soul!
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Thank you ❤
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There were 5 homes on my dirt road when we moved here in 2001. Now there are 10 and I still here trees falling almost every day. I want to leave, but where is safe? We are killing her. Maybe that is what global warming is all about. Maybe Mother Earth is getting ready to shake off her nasty fleas. I’m sorry for your loss, Alethea. ❤
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Thank you, Melissa. I am sorry that you are hearing and witnessing the devastation of development daily. Hugs to you ❤
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