Tag: Gulf Oil Spill

To Eat or Not to Eat

To Eat or Not to Eat

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Today Brandon Sutton and I visited Bon Secour, Alabama where the fisheries industry has taken a huge blow from something other than a hurricane. The oil spill has crippled many businesses but possibly none continue to suffer so much as commercial fishermen and women.

Two of the three retail seafood outlets we visited had customers. The shrimp in Aquilla Seafood were so beautiful it was difficult to think of them as being tainted with anything. And the flounder at Billy’s looked great. How could anything so perfect-looking be anything but delicious. And that’s the dilemma many people face as they try to decide whether to buy Gulf seafood.

Our third stop was a random visit brought about by the sign, “Joe the Shrimp Man” seen on a county road as we were driving to the Gulf. I turned around and drove down a curvy road until it dead-ended into Joe’s small shop. His wife Cheryl greeted us. We asked her how business was going for them and she told us Joe was down the road working on his boat and might be willing to talk with us.

We drove back to the dock where the Miss Ashlee was being rigged for shrimping tonight. Joe shared the story that we’ve heard from so many commercial fishermen about no demand for Gulf Coast seafood and the trials that many of the shrimpers, oystermen, crabbers and gill netters have faced since the Deepwater Horizon exploded.

As I listened to his story, I felt torn about eating seafood. I have personally witnessed horrific petroleum pollution during the past year and have watched marine life struggle, so eating seafood was never really an option. But today, after looking at shrimp, oysters and fish at these retails outlets and after hearing Joe’s story, I felt torn. I want so badly to support these men and women by becoming a consumer once again. But what I’ve seen in the Gulf…what about that? Even with the smell tests done by safety checks on seafood….how can I be sure? How can anyone be sure that the seafood is safe?

I see the livelihood of families evaporating. Minh Le shared, in our visit to Coden, Alabama yesterday, that fishermen and others who work in the seafood industry are struggling to put food on their table. There is so much suffering, so much pain to endure for many who live on the Gulf Coast. How can we make reasonable decisions regarding purchasing seafood from the Gulf?

After an hour and a half visit with Joe and his crew, we got back in the car, eager to eat a late lunch. I looked at Brandon and said, “I know this is crazy, but I want fried shrimp.” He was in agreement so we back-tracked to a seafood restaurant where we enjoyed local shrimp, lima beans with andouille sausage and collards.

Because of what I’ve witnessed, I can’t eat seafood regularly. But the inner conflict within me is great.

Beyond the Anger, Beyond the Outrage

Beyond the Anger, Beyond the Outrage

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Fog sat softly on the surface of the bay as I paddled from the shore. I wanted to clear my mind this morning, this day that marks the Deepwater Horizon explosion and spill. Wind blew from the south, pushing my boat along broken pilings, skeletal reminders of Hurricanes Ivan and Katrina, where gulls, cormorants, and pelicans perched.

As I glided through the choppy, brackish water of Mobile Bay, images of the past year replayed in my mind. Beaches ankle-deep in crude, oiled birds, cleanup workers, children frolicking in oil-slick Gulf water….all this and more flashed by like a horror movie. But amid these traumatic memories, I looked around. Pelicans dove for fish, mullet splashed ahead of my boat, great blue herons stood in the shallows along the shore nabbing their breakfast. Cormorants floated in the waves and dove for food. Schools of tiny fish popped the water. All this life, this beauty, was evident in the moment.

I remembered the articles and posts I’ve read on Facebook. Many areas are still covered in oil. Marshes and shores sickened by the black death of sweet crude from MC252 reek of death. It’s not all beautiful. But there are areas that are recovering. And so we, too, must begin our recovery process.

When I worked as a psychotherapist many years ago, some clients got trapped in a cycle of anger over traumatic events of their past. Granted, part of the healing process involves recognizing the anger. But to get stuck in it perpetuates the cycle of re-wounding and re-traumatizing. So…how do we move beyond this emotion to a place of healing?

Given the enormity of the Deepwater Horizon disaster and the corporate dysfunction that created it, how can we swim out of the collective whirlpool of outrage and put the energy that perpetuated the anger into building solutions….together.

A friend of mine wrote a book called Simple Truth. In it, Thom Rutledge describes our relationship with anger as being something that we can huff and become intoxicated by or we can use it to fuel us forward into creative solutions and health.

When we close our hearts in rage, we greatly diminish our capacity to love the places, animals and people we care about most in the world. So why do we hold so onto our anger? It might be a way we cling to the event so we do not forget. But know this, we can forever remember and honor this tradegy by the good we put out into the environment, by the ways we care for our planet and each other. And mostly, by allowing our hearts to guide us to building a healthier world. To do this we must move beyond the anger, move beyond the outrage but use it to fuel our efforts.

For Our Children

For Our Children

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One year ago today we all went about our daily routines, not realizing the largest oil spill in US history was about to occur. Kids along the Gulf Coast enjoyed days of swimming and fishing, experiencing the delight of bountiful beauty the many resources of this region offered.

Then disaster struck, killing eleven men and unleashing an unrelenting gusher of crude oil originating from a deepwater oil rig a mile beneath the surface of the Gulf of Mexico. The nation, the world was in shock as this catastrophe unfolded. Remember the images of heavily oiled pelicans? Of red-brown slicks that stretched for miles? Do you recall the visions of planes spraying millions of gallons of toxic dispersant chemicals onto the Gulf?

All of these images stick in my mind but the most disturbing images that haunt me from my visits to the Gulf Coast over the past year are those of children frolicking in crude oil washing up in waves on the beaches of Alabama. I will never understand the morals that allowed local politicos to keep the beaches open. I heard the mayor of Orange Beach, at a town hall meeting last summer, respond with the following statement when moms expressed concern over kids swimming in the Gulf: “There is no law against stupid.”

I understand the pressure these local mayors were under to keep condos full, restaurants open and filled with tourists, but at what cost? When will the lives of our children matter more than money?

As part of my ongoing documentation of the effects of the oil spill I am interviewing kids about their experience last summer and what they think, now that we are a year away from the beginning of the spill. Yesterday, in interviewing two girls who live on Weeks Bay, I heard their concern.

“I wanted to swim and fish but couldn’t because of the oil.” “I was scared…we couldn’t get in the water because we didn’t know what was under us.” “I was scared because the waves were bringing in dead fish.” “I was worried about the birds and crabs.”

Why should our children have these worries? As children, my brother, cousins and I played on the pier at Weeks Bay and swam and crabbed. Our only concern was the icky, squishy mud on the bottom that kept our feet moving in the water column. Or as my cousin said, “My only concern was getting stung by jellyfish.” My heart ached for all children that are living with the environmental rape we, as adults, continue to allow. What is peace of mind for children worth? Why are we so unconcerned about these young ones that will inherit our messes?

Does this little boy realize that the sand he is digging in continues to be covered in tar balls that wash in with each tide? Is he aware that when the waves are high, air-born oily mist coats the sand in which he plays?

How much damage are we willing to inflict on our children–their mental, physical, and emotional health? Why is it okay to make their world a place where quality of life is no longer something they can depend on?

Are You Mesmerized?

Are You Mesmerized?

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It is blowing like crazy at the Alabama Gulf Coast and I have promised myself that until it calms down I won’t go to the wildlife refuge. Every time I’m there and the wind has the surf kicked up a mist of wind-blown water and oil coats everything. I am no longer willing to breathe the toxic soup…no matter how safe the EPA, BP, NOAA and other involved officials say it is.

I am sitting at my mom’s on Mobile Bay watching white caps pound the bulkhead. This momentary pause gives me an opportunity to write about some things pounding in my head.

While driving down I-65 yesterday I was listening to NPR and heard a story on advertising and marketing. Did you know some corporations are doing studies with volunteers who lay in MRI machines and have their brains mapped while watching commercials? The corporations can then see which images and other content activate the desire and craving centers of the brain. They are then able to apply this technology to selling more products. In other words…they zero in on what makes us want more. They can activate our consumer drive to purchase more products.

As I was listening, I thought of petroleum corporations and how they have drilled into residents (pun intended) of the Gulf Coast that they must have the oil industry present to survive. It is so ingrained within the consciousness of the populace and workers that these folks claim that to live without the oil industry, in places like Louisiana and Mississippi, would mean certain death of a way of life to communities.

These same energy giants tell us that drilling for natural gas (fracking or fracturing) in Pennsylvania is safe and causes less global warming. That injecting toxins into the Earth in order to force gas up through shale is safe. They ignore studies like Cornell University did concluding that 8% of methane escapes into the atmosphere during Fracking and could cause more global warming than traditional coal burning energy productions. Yes, they wave their hands in front of our faces, in front of our senators and representatives (along with a lot of smelly money) and say….”You are lost without this. It is safe.”

As we look further, we see that we are also told that we cannot live without nuclear energy and that it is safe. Their hands wave to cover their smurks and to distract us from the truth.

As I was listening to a panel discussion Thursday night sponsored by Spirit of the Gulf Coast, I thought that we, as a global community, roll the dice with the planet…with our lives and the lives of our children and grandchildren. Decisions are made to use these toxic processes, these risky energy productions all on the odds that the rare events such as the Gulf Oil Spill and the Japan Nuclear Meltdown won’t happen. Or if they happen the current policy-makers will be long dead so why be concerned?

This kind of irresponsibility must stop. We must look ahead to the future and make the difficult decisions NOW to switch to alternative forms of energy production. Instead of subsidizing the oil and gas industry, subsidize the solar energy production and wind energy production businesses. Instead of mass-producing toxic and dreadful energy sources that pollute and destroy, mass produce solar and wind energy components. Put the oil workers at the Gulf Coast in facilities that produce clean and renewable energy. Let them earn a living enriching the Earth instead of destroying it.

At some point we have to turn away from destructive, pollutive energy production. Why not now? What if we had done this in the 70’s when we had gas shortages? Just look where we’d be now.

Are you mesmerized? Are you awake? Are you willing to support clean energy now and stop believing the lies and waving hands that keep us in slumber and pose serious and real risks to the future of our kids and generations to come?

How to Save the Planet

How to Save the Planet

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Over the past year I have experienced an inner struggle. I feel profound love for the Earth yet the environmental damage I’ve witnessed from the oil spill has created immense inner frustration and anger. Love has kept me present while walking the beaches, yet there has been a progressive closing of my heart. I did not know what to do to make a difference, how to take action, how to help the planet. I felt the pain from the water, land, animals, plants….people.

I fully immersed myself in the Gulf work because of love, yet have rarely allowed myself the pleasure and joy of connecting with pristine areas since I began it. If I opened myself to these areas of beauty, I would have to open to the pain within.

Because by nature I am a positive and open person, the fire of my heart began to speak loudly. Girl, get out there and deal with your ‘stuff.’ So yesterday I journeyed to the Smoky Mountains in an effort to reconnect with this sacred area, to commune with the land and water, the plants and animals there–and to take the risk to open to beauty.

I left my home before sunrise and spent the entire day opening and connecting with treasures of the Earth. One hour into my trip and the heaviness on my heart was gone. My spirit had broken through the sadness, the grief for Mother Earth. There was snow, ice, hoar frost, moss-covered rocks, pristine streams, blue sky, happy people, elk, hawks, deer, fog, mountains….endless opportunities to see and experience precious life. As I drove from place to place, I listened to music, sang, whooped and shouted ‘thank you’ to everything I passed and even danced (not THAT difficult to do while driving…even on steep, curvy roads). The day became a celebration of life!

In Cades Cove I came upon a giant tree that had fallen with a winter storm. I climbed onto the massive trunk and peered into the hole that had caused the beautiful tree to fall. As I put my hands on the wood, I realized that closing my heart created a hole within me. As I moved through the rest of the day I pondered this truth.

If I close my heart, for whatever reason, I create a chasm that cannot be filled. Only an open heart can receive….and give.

Questions echoed within me as I walked and sat within nature. What if I open my heart without any expectation that others will meet me in that space? What if I choose LOVE as a way to make a difference? What if I dare to open to the dance of helping others learn to care for this precious planet out of love, out of compassion?

At the end of the day I knelt beside delicate wildflowers and whispered sweet words of gratitude for their presence. I sat on moss-covered rocks in the middle of streams and laughed as clear water danced onward. My heart connected with the amazing life force in the woods and streams and I gently came into balance again.

*Love–exponential….sweet…..transcendent…luminescent….this is the key to saving the planet, the key to saving ourselves. My vision quest ended with this truth.

The Universe can only fill an open vessel.

(*this series of words comes from the song Foundling by David Gray. “At the feet of love, sweet transcendent love, exponential love, luminescent love. Feast your heart on love.”