Man-Kind and It's Brutality Toward Nature For Money
In the little town of Windermere, I rest.
And I can't help to complain whenever I see new buildings put up destroying memorial places. Places that have been around since the late 50's early 60's. Many places have remained here since the 1800's.
There was a campground that many Albertans went to in the summer and spent the whole summer break there. It was called Coldstream. The owner of the place was leasing it out to friends of my parents. The lease wasn't supposed to be over for one more year. Unfortunately some rich man offered the owners a hell of a lot of money, and we as humans, think of money before anything else. So, the owners sold the property, without even talking it over with the leasers, or at least telling them.
Last summer was the end of Coldstream. All the memories for everyone are going to be gone. Yes, sure, they may still be in their minds, but they won't be able to go there for visits and such. Instead of keeping it a campground the new owner has decided to put many many houses into it.
(You can talk to my mum more if you need more info. , for I am not sure about everything)
Well, there is this path beside where Coldstream was, that lead me to Ian's house. It was an incredibly amazing shortcut. As I was walking down, home last night I followed my instincts down the path that I had taken many a times. All of the sudden, down at the bottom of the hill, my path was gone. The bride that went over the little creek was not there, and instead, was replaced with a metal funnel thing. It took me near 30 minutes to get out, since I had to climb over the huge mounds of fallen trees and gravel.
It disgusted me when I was out. I realized that humanity really pushes nature to the limits. We try to cram nature into tiny spaces, where it should be the humans having to deal with that. We are the ones that can adapt easier to our surroundings and know what in Gods name is going on. I saw all the trees just lying on the ground, and knew what they were going to do with them. Burn them. Of course, we could use them as lumber, paper, etc.. But instead we choose to be close-minded about the situation. But we other people, about five million others, don't seem to realize what is going on in our earth. We are all so ignorant about so much.
I'm sure if we all got together we could make people realize that it's not all about money. Love, family, and friendship is the most important in life. Without those, money means nothing. Sure it buys you a lot, but can it buy you love, happiness and freedom. I don't think so.
And I can't help to complain whenever I see new buildings put up destroying memorial places. Places that have been around since the late 50's early 60's. Many places have remained here since the 1800's.
There was a campground that many Albertans went to in the summer and spent the whole summer break there. It was called Coldstream. The owner of the place was leasing it out to friends of my parents. The lease wasn't supposed to be over for one more year. Unfortunately some rich man offered the owners a hell of a lot of money, and we as humans, think of money before anything else. So, the owners sold the property, without even talking it over with the leasers, or at least telling them.
Last summer was the end of Coldstream. All the memories for everyone are going to be gone. Yes, sure, they may still be in their minds, but they won't be able to go there for visits and such. Instead of keeping it a campground the new owner has decided to put many many houses into it.
(You can talk to my mum more if you need more info. , for I am not sure about everything)
Well, there is this path beside where Coldstream was, that lead me to Ian's house. It was an incredibly amazing shortcut. As I was walking down, home last night I followed my instincts down the path that I had taken many a times. All of the sudden, down at the bottom of the hill, my path was gone. The bride that went over the little creek was not there, and instead, was replaced with a metal funnel thing. It took me near 30 minutes to get out, since I had to climb over the huge mounds of fallen trees and gravel.
It disgusted me when I was out. I realized that humanity really pushes nature to the limits. We try to cram nature into tiny spaces, where it should be the humans having to deal with that. We are the ones that can adapt easier to our surroundings and know what in Gods name is going on. I saw all the trees just lying on the ground, and knew what they were going to do with them. Burn them. Of course, we could use them as lumber, paper, etc.. But instead we choose to be close-minded about the situation. But we other people, about five million others, don't seem to realize what is going on in our earth. We are all so ignorant about so much.
I'm sure if we all got together we could make people realize that it's not all about money. Love, family, and friendship is the most important in life. Without those, money means nothing. Sure it buys you a lot, but can it buy you love, happiness and freedom. I don't think so.
posted by Beth Rocks at 2:31 PM
7 Comments:
Very good, Beth!
My feelings exactly. We'll miss Coldstream - especially the old candy store.
It saddens me that it will be used for rental units for out-of-towners.
♥Mum
Hi Beth
I have come to 'visit' you via your Mum. In fact, I looked you up yesterday, but before I had a chance to make a comment on your 'best friends' post, you'd put up this one which has me saying 'hear, hear' over and over.
You have expressed it so well, Beth, and I feel so much the same about the abuse of our natural world just to serve that ever voracious god, money!
If you are starting any kind of action that could be supported by someone here in the Netherlands, let me know and I will broadcast it, sign it, support it from this end!
Thanks for a very worthy piece of writing!
Val
I know how you feel. When I go back to visit my hometown, everytime I go, something is different. The memory part is what saddens me. I know you are talking more ecologically in your post than I am here, but we do have the memory thing in common. When I go home and things have chnged, it's very sad for me deep down. The places I went to with my dear family members who are no longer with us, are gone. In a way, in my heart, it makes them die again, or further. Like another part of my loved one is gone. You know, like this special person is gone, but at least I have this tangible place that we used to do things together at. Now the tangible place is gone and a sad, lonely spot in my heart replaces it. It seems so cruel. I hope this makes sense.
Rock Werchter is a festival here in Belgium, the Who will play there :)
greets Elke!
x
I can hear the heavy machinery crashing about in the trees right now.
The smoke from the burning heaps of demolished forest & cute little cabins is hurting my eyes.
It's making them water...
Hi Beth
Back from the wilds of Belgium, and just popped in to say hi!
By the way, one of the things that makes me spit is the constant and careless littering of our precious countryside. I get so mad when I'm out walking in the glorious hills and woods of Belgium and I find some j**k has dumped a heap of filthy, rotting rubbish bags on the pathway.
It's a form of abuse.
Have a great week, and I promise my next comment will be more cheery!
Take care
Val
Sorry for your loss sacred ground. It's time for us to put nature first before it's too late.
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