“The demand for equality has two sources; one of them is among the noblest,
the other is the basest, of human emotions. The noble source is the desire for fair play.
But the other source is the hatred of superiority.
At the present moment it would be very unrealistic to overlook the importance of the latter.”
(a roped off area where a sea turtle has laid her eggs / Rosemary Beach / Julie Cook / 2020)
Life is hard and it is certainly not always ever fair…
And yet we humans seem to be trying oh so hard to keep things as equitable, even, fair,
as well as level, as far as our conscious demands…
That is until we are stymied…
Stymied not so much by our fellow man or menacing mob, but rather stymied by
the likes of someone much more powerful…that being Mother Nature.
We can scream at one another about fairness, justice, injustice, and unfairness all we want.
We can make other men kneel at our sword and cower to our words and demands.
We can threaten, harass, harangue, and even inflict harm all in the name of making
others bend to our will for a purported notion of justice or fairness.
Yet in the end, it really isn’t any of us who will have the final say.
We had made plans long ago to come down to the Gulf this week…
our plans were long before a string of storms began advancing.
But such is any planned trip to a beach during this time of year.
The Gulf’s latest intruder is named Sally.
Unfortunately, I left my transfer cable for my camera at home so all of my
pictures from my camera will have to wait to be uploaded onto my computer when I get home…
I did, however, manage to get a few pictures using my phone.
This is the time of year when the sea turtles come to shore in order to lay their eggs.
There are beach volunteers who will mark and rope off the areas where a turtle nest
Sea turtles, their nests, eggs, as well as hatchlings, are all protected.
Walking the shoreline yesterday evening, only hours before the storm would advance
as it has today causing massive erosion, we saw several roped-off nesting sites.
Some of the sites were far enough away from the battering surf but there was one
directly in the surf.
Poor turtle, I thought, her hard efforts, her nest, her offspring,
will most likely be in vain.
Had the weather been calm, the nesting site would probably have faired well but
I knew given the storm, there would be no site remaining the following day.
This was what we found this morning—a single staub jutting out of the surf
where yesterday there were four well marked and roped staubs.
And as we walked later in the day, as the gulls and plovers roamed what sand
was not underwater, we found a lone egg.
Cracked and dented.
(a lone turtle egg / Julie Cook / 2020)
And so as I ponder Mother Nature…her fickled ways with both life and death–
my prayers are with our neighbors to the West…those who are living in the midst of
hell on earth as wildfires ravage Oregon, Washington, and California—
just as I think and pray for yet another Gulf area that will be hit by yet another hurricane.
We may think we can bend man, or woman, to make him or her do as we please…
but in the end, it will be Mother Nature,
her and her alone, who will always have the final decisive say.
And yet…in actuality,
it just might be what we do in the wake of her decisions that will make the more
lasting difference on humanity…be that for good or be that for bad.
She plays her hand and then we must respond.
Maybe she just wants to divert our attention from ourselves for just a brief respite.
By my great power and outstretched arm I made the earth, mankind,
and the animals that are on the face of the earth, and I give it to whomever I see fit.