Donella H. Meadows was the founder of the Sustainability Institute and an important voice in environmental science. Today for the first time I read something she had written. The circumstances under which I read a brief but beautifully constructed reflection from Donella Meadows perhaps serve to illustrate the interconnectedness of all things that she described.
This afternoon I had the opportunity to spend a couple of hours on my own at the St. Benedict Center north of Schuyler. The spiritual directors commissioned in the Diocese of Nebraska gathered here today to check in with one another and then attend a retreat here this weekend. The St. Benedict Center is set in a beautiful spot, and paths and the land around the retreat center are maintained in a way that makes it inviting and easy to get out and spend time outdoors.
I set out with my camera after lunch today to see what I could see. The orchard is a favorite place for me to walk; the change of seasons seems highlighted by the seasonal changes in the fruit trees. Today the trees were full of apples. They looked so good that I eventually picked one to eat, aware that I hadn’t done such a thing since childhood. It was one of the best apples I’ve ever eaten – fragrant, crisp, juicy, and sweet. Sitting on the grass savoring the apple, I felt a strong connection to everything around me and, through that, to God.
When I had finished my walk and returned to my room to rest a bit before the spiritual directors’ meeting, I picked up Earth Gospel, the book of daily prayers I’ve mentioned before in this blog. The midday reflection was this from Donella H. Meadows:
This fresh apple, still cold and crisp from the morning dew, is not-me only until I eat it. When I eat, I eat the soil that nourished the apple. When I drink, the waters of the earth become me. With every breath I take in I draw in not-me and make it me. With every breath out I exhale me into not-me.
If the air and the waters and the soils are poisoned, I am poisoned. Only if I believe the fiction of the lines more than the truth of the lineless planet, will I poison the earth, which is myself.
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