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Anger Isn’t All Bad
Anger Isn’t All Bad

Anger Isn’t All Bad

Recently, one of my deeper-thinking friends questioned an angry comment I made on a social media post. The post was about pollution in our oceans, and my comment was about human littering. It’s a pet peeve of mine. Maybe it was because I grew up in the age of Public Service Announcements, like the famous “Crying Indian” videos featuring Iron Eyes Cody (who, ironically, was an Italian-American actor, not Native American).

I was “indoctrinated”, from a very young age, to believe that littering was bad. As I’ve grown over the years, and opened up all of my eyes, I just know that consumerism, creating all of those things we just toss away, isn’t the way to live in harmony and symbiosis with our surroundings. When the host and the life in/on it, are not in agreement, and out of balance, something has to give. Normally it’s the dying off of one or the other. Simply speaking, treating the planet as your personal garbage can, is not harmonious with all other living things on this planet. When I see a litterer, my own, harmonious Libra nature gets off-kilter. I become the angry Queen of Swords and want to use my own negativity to slash at the ignorance of another. Knowing this, I look at a litterbug, and I just feel intense sorrow for their sheer ignorance. I actually feel that quite a bit when I look at most Americans these days. A capitalist society is built on consumption. We must expend energy, so we can consume, buy more, have more, throw out more.

The happiest time of my life was when I had a duffel bag of belongings, and a tent on the side of a mountain in Hawai’i. I lived on a farm with other like-minded people. We shared bathroom and outdoor kitchen facilities. We worked the farm (pineapples, coffee, a garden…). We used our wares well, and then we always recycled and reused EVERYTHING including gray water. We had worm and compost bins. We found uses for any jars or sacks that things like peanut butter and rice came in. Our garbage was very limited for a community of around a dozen people. We had nothing but nature, and that was more than enough. She provided so much by way of food (coconuts, avocado the size of your head!, papaya, mango, taro, banana, macadamia nuts, etc…). We even had wild-roaming chickens for eggs (roosting in the banana plants).  If you weren’t vegetarian, it would be easy enough to grab a wild pig and make kalua pork.  I couldn’t imagine tossing an old plastic bag or cup on that sacred ground which fed and housed us. I couldn’t imagine doing that anywhere on the planet which sustains us.

Anger isn’t all bad if it forces people to think and act, so I justify my anger at polluters the world over. Our oceans and planet are suffering under the weight of creating all these children and not holding the life-giving mother we all inhabit as sacred. If somebody threw trash as your own mother, wouldn’t that anger you… even a little?

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