That God had a plan, I do not doubt.
But what if His plan was, that we would do better?
Question from yesterday: What will you do?
Answer for today: Better.
This poem’s title is longer than the body, which is unusual in a poem. This seems fitting given what Mary attempts to do to us. Perhaps she is asking if we need to spend more time studying or discussing the problem than actually doing something about it. Having just come from the annual symposium of the Mesoamerican Society of Biology and Conservation, I know how much time we can spend preparing ourselves with all the data and understanding we need to save the world. It was several days, indoors, of one power point presentation after another. I’m glad that I took in all that information and I’m glad we have it. Don’t get me wrong. Yet there resides in me a nagging voice saying, All these people didn’t really need to spend all these resources to fly here for this conference What are we doing indoors looking at a screen or plotting and planning during meals and evening gatherings? Maybe we don’t’ even need to have careers of studying and saving birds. Maybe all we need to do is love ourselves as we would love all beings. Do the hard work of growing our social, emotional, and spiritual intelligence. Consume less and place relationships, within and without, as a priority above all else. In short, to do better.
How might you “do better?”