The Reality of Life


Hello and welcome to the personal side of Nature's Plea. I've been urged to tell something of myself and, against my better judgement, I'm going to reveal my 'hidden' self to the world. I'm a simple 39 year old homemaker who loves being a housewife with a beloved husband and a treasured daughter. I enjoy being in the background, tending my little garden, and writing my books. I'm also going to answer the two most popular questions I've been asked . . . who is Ladymyst and why was Nature's Plea created?

The Lady (through my eyes)

Ladymyst is short for The Lady of the Myst. As the daughter of Mother Nature and Father Time, she lives in the Forest of Myst. This special forest is well concealed by a veil of constant morning mist which she controls. Her peaceful realm is securely protected and holds one of every creature ever known to dwell on the earth. She is fire and ice, gentle and strong, patient and loving. She is a lady who respects others and expects the same in return. Her favorite saying is . . .

If you listen with your heart, you can hear the ancient trees passing their legends to the saplings . . . or the melody of the four winds playing through the mountains . . . or the praises of the crickets and the prayers of the mantis. If you listen with your heart, you can hear Mother Nature singing a song of love for the earth and all living things.

The Creation

As to the reason for the page, Nature's Plea, it came to me the same way the ideas for my book did . . . through a dream. A dream that both intriqued and frightened me. An interestingly, horrid vision I pray never happens.

The Dream . . .

The scene is black, but I hear the coos of newborns, the gasps of children, and the wishful sighs of young people. I hear questions being asked by people that range from very young to not so old in voices I have no desire to silence. The blackness fades and I see a small campfire, its flickering light dancing with the shadows across faces I will never forget. Hearing a voice filled with ancient wisdom of time long past, I recognize it as my own. Following the voice to the face, I see the lines of time weathered seasons and realize I am a very old woman. Gazing at the youngsters sitting in a circle with me around the fire, I draw a breath and sigh, "I remember a poem written many ages ago." Suddenly shaking my head and frowning, "I can't recall the author's name," I study the fire, "but a particular phrase has stuck in my mind since the day I heard it as a little girl." Glancing at each face, I slowly recite the memorized words, "Water, water everywhere . . . and not a drop to drink." A tear trickles down my cheek, "At least there was water," I whisper.

It's a heartbreaking thought that someday there may be no water or sun or rain or perhaps even air. Sometimes I wonder what the future holds for us . . . or if there is one. I love my daughter, as I'm sure most parents do, and I feel it only fair to give her what my parents gave me . . . a chance. A chance at an earth to live on with air to breathe, sun to play under, rain to dance in, water to swim through, wind to listen to, and clouds to gaze upon. I want these things for my great-great-grandchildren, but I fear I may not even be able to give them to my daughter.

We've done so much damage to the world and, sadly, cannot replace such a precious resource. However, we can help Nature to heal the earth. We can make changes to alter most of the damage we've done and are still doing, but only if we ALL work together. Every person must be a member of the team with only one goal . . . to stop the destruction of the earth and life as we know it. I'm doing what I can. Are you?

Hitting Home

I know humanity needs more space and fully understand modern expansion, but I also know that too much, too fast spells disaster. Mother Nature has no voice to cry out with except for the one from those of us who care about Her.

I live in an area that has easy access to city advantages while still enjoying a country atmosphere. All of that changed about 6 weeks ago. I had already spoke to the county and, although I owned the house, I had no claim to the land itself. Approximately 30 feet of my front yard was marked for clearing.

Quietly standing at my living room window, I watched the county's road crew wrap a huge metal chain around one of the 7 massive trees edging my yard and attach the chain to a bulldozer. As the bulldozer pulled, a crane pushed and guided the tree's downfall.

The mighty tree resisted, but was no match for humanity's powerful machines. As the eerie and horrible crack resounded across the neighborhood, I felt the tears slipping down my face. I silently cried as each of the big trees cracked their screaming protest and were brutally ripped from the earth only 73 feet from me that day.

The road crew laughed and joked with each other about how loud a crack was and how much the tree resisted, but not one of them felt the living, breathing creation's pain and agony. The whole process suddenly seemed like murder to me and it hurt deeply.

That day I was listening closely and, if you do the same, I'm sure you will hear the blood curdling screams and feel the spine tingling chills when a tree is brutally ripped from Mother Nature's nurturing soil merely to benefit our outrageous growth.

This incident brought 3 scary questions to my mind and the horrifing answers ripped me apart.

1 - Why have we humans so foolishly destroyed so much of this planet?

2 - Why do we continue to do so?

3 - What are we doing to our children and their children?

It's a sad thought and those questions usually don't get answered, but instead, cause heads to turn away as eyes divert and minds change directions because no one wants to admit the truth.

Here are the dreaded answers my mind threw at me...

1 - Because no one took the time to study what the consequences would be and no one had the patience to wait for the results of those future studies.

2 - Because we have become addicted to what our destructive ways provide and no one wants to suffer a little inconvenience.

3 - A nice answer is ... We are killing our children and their children by depletion of their oxygen, water, and food supply.

Stated point black ... We are murdering our children and their children with suffocation, thirst, and starvation...we are not fighting to save the children, but instead are handing their precious lives over to the darkness of Death itself.

This is a poem I wrote one night after having another vision of the horrifying dream that started this page. Please take the time to read the words and understand the impact of the meaning.

Dream A Dream
Listen little one and please do hear;
Of the horror that we failed to fear:
There was oh so much waiting for you;
And these are some I know to be true:
Before we brutally ripped apart;
The mother we did love with our heart:
Listen close my precious little one;
For this story has only begun:

These are the memories passed to me;
From Great-Great-Grandmother who did see:
While she was just a small child your age;
The beginning of a high tech rage:
When we stopped caring and oh the cost;
Let us look back at what we have lost:
Now close your eyes love and dream a dream;
Of these pretty things that were once seen:

There's meadows of white misted by snow;
And oceans of green with waves a flow:
Majestic mountains near lakes of blue;
And golden deserts with sand not new:
Of winding rivers flowing so deep;
And plants growing high and some that creep:
Close your eyes darling and dream a dream;
Of pretty things wishing to be seen:

Where the gentle rains so softly fall;
And the wild winds whisper their call:
While the warm sun shines to make things grow;
And the forest are absent of woe:
Of sunsets announcing days a new;
Golden sunrises and sparkling dew:
So close your eyes dear and dream a dream;
Of those pretty things no longer seen.

By:
Ladymyst © 1998


We need Nature

Ever wondered why we need Nature? The answer is that a hefty 99% of mankind's history has been spent evolving on African savanas -- only 1% of our recorded history has ever taken place in urban areas. Those millions of years in rolling, grassy terrain have left us with a genetically induced need for nature.

I was permitted to display this wonderful poem and just want to thank the author ever so much. Please read on . . .

NATURE
by
Judy Garman

The great outdoors has so much to offer,
the wildlife, the trees, and the water.
All there for us to view by the naked eye,
don't let the wonders of nature pass you by.
The animals, the streams, the land, and the trees,
is a scheme to which nature holds the keys.
Nature was here long before us,
so let's not go and ruin her trust,
By leaving all of our trash behind,
and making her feel that we're not kind.
Sitting by a stream, under a tree,
brings feelings of peace and calm to me.
Nature has done so much, don't cause her alarm,
make sure her work of art, you do not harm.
There would be nothing left, what a great loss,
to give all this beauty a thoughtless toss.
Think of how much that we would all miss,
everything nature does for us I guess.
She gives to us completely, yes her all,
if we destroy it, there'll be no wake-up call.
Don't let her scream due to our carelessness,
when all she wants us to do, is clean up our mess.
Copyright : 1997
Judy Garman can be e-mailed at jimnipoetry@yahoo.com

Theory of a Better Society

If children were raised to . . .

they'd grow into adults of the same manner and society would be happy, healthy and better.

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