Humanity
Saving the Seas with a Broom and Dustpan!
I work at an aquarium. A non-profit staffed with fabulous educators, amazing sea turtle rehabilitators, and an awesome conservation team that is saving wetlands. My department is Environmental Services (ES) Which is a fancy way of saying I'm a janitor. I’m well aware of the stereotypes of jobs like mine, they’re not always wrong. It is a fair amount of physical labor. I do have to clean up disgusting things. And like any other public service job, guests can be frustrating and do annoying things such as: flushing diapers causing the restroom to flood, staying fifteen to thirty minutes after closing forcing me to get off late, and mixing trash and recycling. But in all truth this is the best job I’ve ever had!
By Kohaku Dragon Rose 4 years ago in Earth
The Wonders of the World
My clients are among the most difficult to please. No matter what I do or say, no matter how many exhausting hours I work doing their bidding, thanks and praise are in short supply. This is especially true when they first come to me, they are the most needy then. It takes a great deal of time and effort working with them to figure out their wants and desires and how best to help them. They have no value for my personal life and privacy and tend to complain about their situation at all hours of the day and night. It’s a difficult learning curve, but eventually I come to understand their personality and what helps them the most and in turn they come to understand my boundaries. Work becomes a little easier, though each client will at times try to test those boundaries again or will come to me with unrealistic requests that can never be met. Of course they always moan when I inform them their request can not happen or is too dangerous or difficult to achieve. Oh the complaints that come in and the cries to fire me and find someone else who is far better than I.
By Viltinga Rasytoja4 years ago in Earth
Why the Climate Crisis is the World’s Biggest Mental Health Problem. Top Story - September 2021.
If you are worrying yourself into depression about future problems caused by climate change, you are far from alone. Yet climate change is not just about the future. Its consequences are hitting hard today. That’s why many call it a climate emergency, or a climate crisis.
By Mark Campbell4 years ago in Earth
Simplicity
Can you imagine being some other than what you are? Delivery mail for the mind. The mere thought of blossoming while the world burns around you seems impossible at times, something as simple as planting a tree, flower or herb you often have high expectations but things don’t always go to plan do they?
By Nicole Danby4 years ago in Earth
Tapari: A traditional Leaf Plate and culture of Nepal
After the momos (traditional plates) at Tapari College and a heated discussion with Bidhan Kobie about the future, the idea of starting a business came up. We decided to explore the idea of making a better plate that would add value to the tapers we use. We learned and worked on a variety of leaves such as pine, palm, corn, and areca trees to make better leaf plates.
By Rashmi Dahal4 years ago in Earth
Martha's Pears
Martha was old and Deedee was ignorant of the most important things. Deedee had shown up in her kitchen uninvited, a little rag-tag bit of a very white young woman. Martha wondered who had brought her. She looked out the window at several young men waiting for the fish head soup to be served. The girl had no manners. She sat on the countertop that stretched along the back wall. Did she not know counters were for food prep, not dirty Levi's? She had to be told to sit in the nearby chair.
By Diane Poole4 years ago in Earth
Humanity
Like a pebble trickling down a mountain side, slowly picking up speed and gathering more momentum. As it rolls down further, it gathers more strength. And the further it goes along, the bigger it grows until it becomes too large for the mountain to handle. Quietly it makes itself known to the mountain. It gathers substantial size, not quite destructive as it levels a few bushes, small creatures, and other insignificant beings. It continues rolling, not stopping to think what it could be capable of, but rather to see just how powerful it can become. Now as the boulder comes tumbling down upon the mountain, crushing everything in its path, it starts to understand it’s true power and laughs manically knowing what it can do. And from here, time and again it leaps into the air and comes crashing down leaving devastation in its wake. But it doesn’t lose speed. It just keeps going, not thinking twice about the chaos it has brought. The speed now is incredible. The mountain now quaking beneath the heaviness of the boulder. Too large to stop and the single most devastating object on the face of the mountain. Nothing stands a chance. Still racing passed trees, larger creatures, some unrecognizable now, to think they flourished before, only their remains can be seen. And yet the boulder has not stopped to think if it should continue, because it thinks it cannot fail and will grow to be the biggest, strongest force to be reckoned with. Then. Then the boulder leaps and bounds into the air, this is the big one it says. It flies through the air now, fully aware of its power, knowing that nothing stands a chance against it. It hurdles towards the ground clearly about to demolish anything beneath and around it for all eyes to see. Surely when it hits, nothing will be left. And it was right. As the boulder comes crashing back towards the earth, it hits. And nothing is left. Shattered remains of what once was this gargantuan monster, lie in pieces, scattered all around and nothing. No movement, no more destruction. No more anything. The boulder had become destructive, even stronger than it itself could deal with. A force to be reckoned with, but it could not withstand its own destructive abilities. What the boulder saw as power and possibilities, ended in nothing. This is Humanity. Humanity as it stands today, like the boulder not realizing its destructive capabilities, we too do not stop to think if we should press on. As the boulder lies at the base of the mountain, only remnants of what once was, we too shall lie at the end of tomorrow, with only shattered memories of what once was the human race.
By Joshua Montes 4 years ago in Earth
The Marigolds Sing Pt. 3
There’s a somber, melancholic rage hidden in the beauties of gushing waterfalls. The fragrant deluge, the grand reception of glimmering waters, majestic in its prowess, wailing and howling, crushing moss against rocks, enforcing the carelessness of her agile mass on the soil and rocks, as they clamor about and out of her way. Catapulted forward, rambunctious in the way that she lunges on, rushing to meet the rigid edges of the earth. Fleeing the dark to conquer the light. Sunshine.
By Messtiza Noire4 years ago in Earth
