Earth Hour

Saturday evening for one hour all over the world electric lights were extinguished as an environmental symbol to lessen the carbon footprint that humankind inflicts upon the Earth.

Here is the way the Associated Press put it:

“…illuminated patches of the globe went dark Saturday night to highlight the threat of climate change. Time zone by time zone, nearly 4,000 cities and towns in 88 countries dimmed nonessential lights from 8:30 p.m. to 9:30 p.m.”

I took my place in the earth hour of darkness and I felt the hopes of the world and those living on it. It was an emotion of expectation, a sustaining wish, a colossal collective push to acknowledge that environmental harmony is essential for the future of the planet and humankind. It was not a dream. It was and is possible. It was happening.

I wonder if you felt it even though you may not have turned your lights off for the hour. All over the world there was a global hour of simpatico accommodation for common awareness. Wow!

I’m not sure it matters if all the lights went off for it never takes all, it only takes a few hundred thousand souls to hold a vision, to feel the joy, to expect the potential outcome and when that happens the whole world changes in an instant.

A paradigm of belief always becomes the norm of life. It is a shift of awareness, and a vision of being better than we were. It takes so few human thoughts to shove the collective conscience into an unalterable stumble that sets us upright.

All my house lights were dark and a single burning candle took their place. The flame that flickered for the hour illuminated my shadowed soul as the wax of imagination burned the bright of knowing into my mind. In that singular joy came the brilliance of living in the moment once again. It was an exquisite experience to participate in a Gaia consciousness.

What’s Gaia some may say? Gaia is the name of the Earth in the personification of understanding this planet. Gaia was and I suppose still is the Greek goddess of Earth. A Gaia hypothesis was formed by some scientific venues that view the Earth as a single organism. Sentient. Aware. In service to the angelic human kingdom.

The hour ended and so did my revere. I was left with the present and a presence of something greater than the self.

Then I wondered if anyone cried. Cried for the joy of change and for the harm we’ve caused the Earth.