Provence is
the perfect place (I could stop the sentence right there) to remind me why I
care about climate change. The threat to this landscape, touched by the Romans
in their empire building—so wild and awe-inspiring in places, and so tamed and
peaceful in others—is real. The land and the creatures that live in harmony
with it (man sadly not included) speak to me. I try my best to listen to
their many voices and varied cadences, to take it all in, and to understand their poetry. I hear...
The cows
lowing in the fields.
The
cherries bending their boughs.
The olive
trees shimmering in the heat of the day.
The cool spring
tickling the moss-covered fountain.
The
vines lassoing the sky with their tendrils.
The jasmine
releasing its scent to the heat of the wall.
The stream
meandering under the Roman bridge.
The varicolored sycamores reflecting their beauty like Narcissus.
The rose staking its claim.
The
blushing hydrangea kissing the stone wall.
The pomegranate opening her heart to implore:
Look
at us. No, really look at us. We are your Mother.
Drink in our beauty. Let it quench your thirst. We are beautiful
for you. Cherish us.
Protect us. Love us. And if you do, like Persephone, we will lead you out of the dark underworld and back into the light.
Word play:
Provence was the first Roman province beyond the Alps, and the Romans called it Gallia Transalpina, or simply Provincia
Nostra ('"Our Province"'). The word province has multiple meanings. It is, of course, a physical area or administrative district, but it is also an area of special interest, knowledge, or responsibility. The landscape of Provence and the creatures that grace it remind me that the Earth is the province of every living creature. If man
presumes the Earth is under his jurisdiction, then he has the responsibility to protect
it.
Garde les pieds sur terre! = Keep it real!
Marilyn













Such beauty in the pics and words....
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