By Thea Iberall, Ph.D.
As an act of service, I take care of the lawn and gardens at
my local Unitarian Universalist Church. The
first time I mowed the lawn, I used the hand mower so as to not pour carbon
pollution into the atmosphere. People laughed at me, saying this is so old-fashioned.
As I doubled-down into my task, I replied, “It’s the wave of the future.”
In the lawn are
dandelions which are weeds that don’t belong. But what is a dandelion anyway? Is
it a weed or a flower? If we think of it as a weed, it is something to destroy
because it ruins our desire for a perfectly neat green lawn. If we think of it
as a flower, it is a living aspect of nature.
We want neatness and stability, but nature is about
bountifulness and change. It is about cycles and balances. We can no longer
afford to compete with nature for our own needs, greeds, and pleasure. We can
no longer afford to keep our conveniences at the cost of our planet.
The Hebrew word teshuvah means ‘turning.’ Jewish repentance
or turning from sins is more than regretting what one has done. It is about
understanding our behavior. We can regret we have lived using conveniences like
power mowers and automobiles and electric mixers. But teshuvah also means
‘answer.’ I’ve heard that there is nothing more important than being good. Even
if we are frail humans who mess up, we can commit to being good by doing good
acts. Good acts like living in harmony with nature, like maybe even not mowing
a lawn or using a convenience. Do something the hard way and use the extra time
it takes to reconnect with G!d.
Thea Iberall is a poet, storyteller, and climate activist
and the author of The Swallow and the Nightingale - a fable about a 4,000 year
old secret brought through time by the birds.
I grew up in New York City apartments without a yard or garden and always loved the dandelions I saw in Central Park and elsewhere. In college I was surprised to meet someone from the suburbs whose family thought of dandelions only as weeds to get rid of. It was sad to see the effects of chemicals on these bright flowers. However, I was thrilled to see an expanse of bright yellow in the green grass on the Chicago Midway every May birthday.
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