There Once was a Forest

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.

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Aren’t you glad it’s not your home?

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.

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How much life was lost?

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.

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The dead trees are piled, too neatly. One thinks of the Holocaust. 

Should we be proud of this?

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A week ago my children ran and laughed under a canopy of trees.

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.

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“We bought the land for this purpose thirty years ago.”

In 30 years a forest of life grew and flourished. In 3 days it was gone.

 

 

 

8 thoughts on “There Once was a Forest

  1. Lori

    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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    1. 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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  2. Melissa

    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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