The Holy Ghost Was A Woman…

And she left because man refused to clean up after himself!

The “holy ghost” would be God’s wife, and there be some serious disassociation going on there, probably from a “not mentioned” divorce. To any Freudian-“the Ghost” is the suppression of, at the very least some deep seated relationship problems! And don’t get me started on the Virgin Mary!
There you go, some of my feminist musings! I am sure they are way out there.

Not that I don’t believe in God, but more like a higher creative being, that by way is sexless. But I do suppose I am just as guilty, and tend to attach a sex to certain things to make it more comfortable and connective for me to relate to. It often puzzled me when phrases like…He leadeth me…came up, and there I was trying desperately to imagine God …I’m like what? God has a beard????…even though contrarily the “He” wasn’t supposed to have an image.

But I digress…the issue here is about clean up. Clean up, and the attitude that someone else will do it …like it is a “Holy Ghost” that is supposed to come and clean up for them at no cost, or at best minimal cost. No one seems to be counting this “hidden” cost “ into the big industrial plan. There is an assumption that clean up will take care of itself, or that someone else will do it. Often times the clean up is abandoned, just blatantly ignored and left out there to wreak havoc, as in the oil fields below.

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http://www.edwardburtynsky.com/

It’s quickly becoming no longer so “hidden”, visually, or health wise.
So what happens when you start acknowledging this mess and start calculating the actual total cost, including clean up and health, instead of the delusional, slanted profit only calculations? Are there not more balanced and moderate ways of developing? I don’t think a lot of environmentalists want to halt progress; they simply want to see it done in a more responsible, healthy and balanced manner.

burtynsky_shipbreaking # 9a, Chittagong, Bangladesh 2000

burtynsky_shipbreaking # 9a, Chittagong, Bangladesh 2000

A lot of what is going on right now is making no sense to me. For instance take the above scene of recycling management for ships. Is just passing the buck and shipping across the world, where we don’t have to deal with it, the solution? When I see exportation of items deemed to be “trash” recycled elsewhere, such as above, I need to question why? Why export when we can use these materials here, and pay the unemployed here to take it apart. Doesn’t it actually cost more just for the exportation, or the trip itself, anyways? I am left wondering, how much does it cost to ship a ship across to the other side of the world anyway?

Edward Burtynsky Recycling #2, Chittagong, Bangladesh 2001

If unions were present here, they would have a field day.
This puts new meaning to the words “job with NO health benefits!”

2001 © Edward Burtynsky Courtesy Nicholas Metivier Gallery & Hasted Hunt Kraeutler New York

And, is grouping items which may not be toxic in small quantities, but can become highly toxic in large quantities, thus bringing higher levels of exposure to people who work with them, the way to go?  I don’t know, but I think there are certain substances and chemicals that just shouldn’t be amassed in large quantities.

Clean up seems to be on my agenda for the New Year, whether I like it or not.

The first mind-bender that occurred for me when addressing my own waste management, and doing composting, was the realization of how chronic my utter dependency and programming had become to a system that continually took waste responsibility out of my hands and hauled it away. Hauled it away at more and more cost, (invisible and not) to do what it felt was right, but not necessarily what was right for the earth, for my long term health, or for other people for that matter.  How could I have been so blind?

So I am learning how to be more self-sufficient, and not just go along to the program of servicing everything out.  To my surprise,  I really didn’t think I would get such a kick out of composting!  What a miracle it was that my table scraps, with some time and cultivation, where practical gold for the garden.  I am seeing that composting is really about balancing portions, testing, and a bit of forecasting and anticipating reactions of substances and forces. Immediately it becomes quite clear that amassing large quantities of anything becomes a total imbalance because then it becomes that much harder to contain.

In all, I blame my “Holy Ghost” musings, on previous templates of marriage, where woman landed up doing all the clean up in the home, not only for their husbands, but also for their children. This led men who run the corporations, to be happily oblivious to clean up, leading them to believe that someone else will do it.

So, ladies, the next time you see your mate’s, or child’s socks laying on the floor, no matter how nauseating, or repulsive it is to see it stay there, refrain from picking it up! Lest you be inadvertently participating in giving out the model thinking, or assumption, that “the holy ghost” will do it. If your status as female is “ghostly” you have absolutely no “hands on” the real world anyways!  Those invisible domestic hours, and that invisible domestic pay check proves it!  It’s a 3D world now, and your children (who become corporate leaders) and significant others need to see the 360 degree vision, that if they don’t clean up the mess, eventually it’s gonna come up and bite them!…and set anything “other, ghostly, or holy” around to flee.

Hopefully, that be the end of my feminist musings for the year, and not too much more muck and mire!

This is Part Two and end of  “LANDSCAPES AROUND THE WORLD”

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