Let's be like flowers!
When I was 5 years old my mom gave us a book called "the 50 things that kids can do to save the planet". It was a small blue and orange book, each page containing a simple and practical recipe that any child could adopt to take care of the planet, and useful information. More than 25 years have passed since then and I am sad to know that even human beings have not been able to adopt these practices as everyday practices. I wonder how much time do we need to assume that we are in a crisis, to take responsibility and to generate changes?
Today I am grateful to know we are here united, worried and active. I know the hearts of those who have organized this event and I know that this is the response to a bound they feel inside and it is genuine. The practice of being in a community is a very old practice that in many places of the planet has been lost. Some time ago seasons without rain, earthquakes, were enough to bring the community together to dialogue with each other, to dialogue with the earth, with the sky, through rituals, a humble way to inhabit the planet. But then capitalism arrived, progress arrived and buried all these knowledge under the tree of ignorance, of shame.
Capitalism was very effective ... it created a cemetery of all those belief systems. For many years silence reigned. But do you know something? In all cemeteries there is earth. And after a while, everything that lies there buried, begins to degrade, melt and with the help of the invisible world, becomes nourishment for new life. As it is happening here, at this moment. Under the earth everything is woven, connected, and because of that it is enough only one being to sprout with force to move everything that is connected. If a 15-year-old girl called Greta could generate such movement it was because we resonated with her message, because it is fair. Honesty, truth and justice are stored in our genetic memory as living beings, because every life system tends to balance itself.
In Latin America, where I come from, this crisis that here is called "climate change" for us has many shapes, many names. We call it capitalism, we call it patriarchy, colonialism, neoliberalism, we call it extractivism. That's why we know what to do, we recognize it and we fight it. Just as women have begun a global revolution in those latitudes, denouncing all kinds of patriarchal violence and raising their voices, in the same way we all have to begin to denounce each and every kind of violence we live everyday as beings of the earth.
In the name of individual freedom, environmental crimes are committed every day that nobody names, no one denounces. No, it is not the same if our colleagues buy a plastic bottle of water every day instead of filling the bottle they can bring from home, after laziness. To have a future is our right. We have to educate for the good of everyone. There are many things that we still don’t know.
A few days ago I commented to a friend that I felt super happy because despite having been a dry season my garden was completely full of buds that when spring came would flourish. She told me that it was not really a good sign. Scientists discovered that when plants feel threatened they start to release all their genetic material, then they bloom more, their aroma is more intense and in this way they communicate and protect each other. One of those threats is climate change. Let's act like the flowers: let's get the best out of ourselves, let’s fight with beauty and with poetry. By connecting with each other, nobody can ignore us.