A perfectly sunny, warm spring day yesterday, and a perfectly rainy, cool spring day today... what more could one ask of the universe? Then, on the radio comes an announcement that a collective scream will be heard across the east coast as (stinkbugs) emerge from attics and try to find their way out of the house. There is even a "stinkbug summit" scheduled tonight in nearby Purcellville.
I think about this as I drive. Maybe we will depend on these bugs as an almost indestructible protein, evolved to survive the overuse of chemical pesticides, multiplying rapidly to abundance as other sources of protein dwindle through human greed and consumption. My view is colored by a book I'm currently reading, Mutant Messenger Down Under, by Marlo Morgan. While this book may or may not be fiction, and has been described as cultural arrogance on the part of the author, the tribe presented is portrayed as mystical, accepting and gentle, in an honoring light. The Aboriginal tribe in this book own nothing, waste nothing, and respect the earth fully, leaving no trace as they walk. I'm nudged to guiltily reassess my attachments, overconsumption and lack of respect to our planet, as the rain comes down and the stinkbugs slowly emerge from the cracks of the house.
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