The story is that the Lorax ( a seemingly magical creature) appears when man begins to cut trees for use in creating products and Industry. The Lorax announces that he speaks for the trees and they are not to be harmed or cut. In time however, the trees are all destroyed. The only thing that remains is that someone somewhere will wake up from the "reality" they see around them and break down the walls that are hiding this awful truth. Unless someone does this, nothing will ever get better.
Thankfully, because of LOVE and attraction and dreaming and hoping, it does happen.
Ok so here it is friends, I cried like a baby through this movie. It touched me so deeply. Have you ever imagined loving a tree? What about literally hugging a tree? Do you actually love trees?
Here is your chance to find me deeply endearing (if you do not already). I love trees. I truly love them. I am in Love with trees. I love the way they look and feel and smell and move and stay still and I love what they do for us: providing shade, growing leaves, photosynthesis so we can breathe.
I love trees. I love our earth. I wake up and I think of it. I see the ocean from my kitchen window in the early morning and I am reminded of the mightiness and the great big bigness of the world. I stare across that same ocean in the moonlight of evening or the darkest of night and I feel how the world becomes calm and quiet in the darkness. I feel the changes. I see them and I feel them.
I grew up in a very rural community in western Johnston before the Landfill took over all the farms. Ours was one of those farms...pushed out and destroyed by the wheels of progress and the mass consumption of products resulting in waste, causing the massive expansion of the Landfill. Our home needed to be removed and it was burned to the ground on us. We were victimized.
We moved out further to Foster RI...another rural community, another farm. I grew up eating from the land. My mother is the most amazing fisherwoman and hunter I have ever known. Every Sunday, instead of church, we were ordered to gather buckets and head into the woods where we picked and harvested blueberries, raspberries and dandilion leaves. We grew food and herbs in the garden. We bought eggs and milk from the dairy farm down the road from us. We raised our own chickens and pigs to slaughter. Most of our meals were freshly caught trout, rabbit or quail.
This was my childhood. Mom never took us to a supermarket. Until I was a teen, we never got our groceries from a Supermarket. Nowadays, that would be virtually unheard of. I used to think my upbringing was so weird. I used to revile it! Now I am unbelievably proud. I am so glad I had this experience. I am glad I can remember. I remember afternoons lost at the lake, just walking into the woods with my papa and finding what we needed for food or bait. I remember rowing out to the middle of the lake and fishing, or rowing to a remote shore and stepping out into a FOREST of growth where the wild grapes were the size of golf balls and the trees were heavily weighed-down from them. I saw and tasted and smelled this. I miss it. That place is now destroyed. Buildings are there now. I remember the day that happened. I was about 9 and cried so hard that my chest hurt for days.
I have always felt love for nature. Not just appreciation for nature. I feel nature in my soul. When nature is hurting, I am hurting. We should all be hurting as Mother hurts. The time to change is now and we must. The time to plant and nurture and grow is now. We must try, and we must learn to allow the planet to be reborn. There are better, smarter and more responsible ways to use our natural resources. It takes one heart to move another and one prayer to move millions.
Join me.
AngelMarie
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