things aren't what they seem

There is purslane. this is a story of transformation

It is in a crack. of redemption

The crack is in the asphalt.this is a story of Divine’s intervention

purslane growing out of split asphalt broken places cracked places creviced

places we don’t expect healing to come from when we see fractured places we want to patch them restore the aesthetic we want to bury what is

unseemly conceal the shatter pour more hardness into over smother it make

it break resistant make the pervious impervious

When really what emerges from the broken, the disintegrity, holds our healing and wholeness

"Purslane's medicinal value is evident from its use for treatment of burns, headache, and diseases related to the intestine, liver, stomach, cough, shortness of breath, and arthritis. It is one of the few vegetables that's rich in omega-3 fatty acids, which are important to support healthy arteries and can help prevent strokes, heart attacks, and other forms of heart disease. In fact, purslane has the highest-recorded levels of omega-3 fatty acids of any land-based plant. It is listed by the World Health Organization as one of the most used medicinal plants and it has been given the term 'Global Panacea.' Purslane was known in ancient Egypt and is mentioned in Greek manuscripts as early as 600 BC. Purslane has been revered and respected – not only as a medicinal herb, but equally treasured for its magical properties as well. Purslane has the ability to dispel unwholesome energy through the generation of positive energy."

quantum leap

when first I catch sight

of the stink bug

her marmorated brown carapace

stark against

the white wall of my kitchen

I am startled

my mind busies

with the why and how

of her presence

so much square footage

for myself and

I am inhospitable

to a thumbnail size traveler

seeking shelter

yet she cannot remain

aversion of the stranger

is marmorated through me

I scoop her up

gently speaking:

let’s take you outside

there’s nothing here for you

I fling her out the backdoor

into the garden believing

it’s there she

belongs

she will find kin

food and shelter

more suitable than

what she sought for herself

in the hundred-year-old house

which I’ve claimed as mine

but my mind lingers on her

even after I squeak

the screen door shut

one moment she was

climbing a vast expanse

then floating in darkness

before freefalling

into wet green and brown

Is this what is asked of us?

to carry ourselves away

from the walls that claim us

from centuries old structures

leap back into the garden

where we belong,

marmorated

one and all?

all that glitters

I woke up to environmental stories so contrasting, I want to tear my hair out.

One was an article from Parents magazine about glitter. Scientists worldwide want to ban it because it harms marine life. Glitter, like microbeads (which have been banned in the UK), is mistaken for food and eventually impacts ecosystems and the food chain. I found this phrase bothersome:

these particles are now being found in seafood meant for human consumption.

There is no such thing as ‘seafood meant for human consumption.’ There aren’t species named seafood swimming around waiting to be consumed by humans. Nope, they don’t exist, aren’t meant for, our consumption; they’re just living their own lives and we happen to find them tasty. Just as you and I exist for our own reasons and are not meant to be landfood for lions.

But that phrase wasn’t as bothersome as this passage:

not all hope is lost for the glitter obsessed. BBC reports that eco-glitter, made from eucalyptus tree extract and aluminum is the latest groundbreaking alternative to the highly popular microplastic.

Thank goodness for science. Now we have eco-glitter. Double thank goodness koalas are functionally extinct because they won’t need eucalyptus and we can use it for glitter. Indeed, all hope is not lost.

Most bothersome was this:

By avoiding products that maintain microbeads and replacing your classic glitter with its biodegradable counterpart, you can take pride in making a better world for your kids to grow up in.

Classic glitter? So many things wrong here. One, aluminum is not biodegradable. Two, replacing one product from extractive capitalism with another product from extractive capitalism is not a solution. Banning glitter and microbeads entirely would be a solution. Three, replacing one unnecessary thing with another unnecessary thing isn’t something to take pride in. Four, if you are taking pride in glitter, it won’t make the world a better place; it'll just make you feel better. Not the same thing at all. Five, to couple eco-glitter with making a better world, is unethical rubbish.

Do I sound angry? I am heartbroken; it sometimes comes out as anger. Is it the same with you?

I am heartbroken because the next environmental story I read was about two indigenous chiefs in Brazil, Firmino Prexede Guajajara and Raimundo Guajajara, murdered advocating for indigenous rights against a utilities company. Last month in Brazil, forest guardian, Paulo Paulino Guajajara, was murdered by loggers. Last week, I read about Honduras being an increasingly lethal country for indigenous defenders. But imports from Honduras to America are on the rise. I am heartbroken people worldwide are murdered defending their habitats and cultures from extractive capitalism.

Meanwhile in America, we are peddling a narrative that if we switch out bad glitter, to protect ‘our seafood,' with good glitter, our fairy princess daughters can be a part of the solution without compromising on the fun.

Don’t get me started with the embedded patriarchy in the fairy princess daughters reference—not the point of this essay.

Is Parents magazine indicative of what the majority of Americans believe is proper orientation to the earth, its inhabitants and what doing their part looks like?

If so, it is a fiction borne from the masterful disassociation extractive capitalism affords those in the global north from everywhere and everyone else. It is a fiction to believe eco-friendly glitter is doing one's part while others around the world risk death. To be entitled to fun is also a fiction.

The disassociation, eco-glitter, entitlement to fun: all functions of supremacy. Eco-glitter is science in the service of privilege.

We must understand the geopolitical legacy of supremacy that has scaffolded the global north on the backs of the global south. Environmentalists of the global north must dismantle privilege within ourselves and within the environmental movement if we are serious about ensuring a habitable planet for all beings.