Down on Earth

Tut-tut, I'm not hung up on my feet. No, I'm NOT! Even if I do occasionally stare down at them out of shame or embarrassment (which very seldom happens). Rather, they allow me to hold my ground — my roots anchoring me to this beautiful blue planet called Gaia, our Mother Earth. No doubt if she had feet she would probably get her kicks booting the ass off of all the evil freeloaders who disregard her awesome blessings by constantly defiling and plundering her.

Nature is speaking

Some call me Nature, others call me Mother Nature. I've been here for about four and a half billion years — 22,500 times longer than you. I don't really need people, but people need me. Yes, your future depends on me. When I thrive, you thrive. When I falter, you falter. Or worse. But I've been here for aeons, I have fed species greater than you. And I have starved species greater than you. My oceans, my soils, my flowing streams, my forests, they all can take you. Or leave you. How you choose to live each day, whether you regard or disregard me, doesn't really matter to me. One way or the other, your actions will determine your fate, not mine. I am Nature, I will go on. I am prepared to evolve. Are you? (Watch video)

Smurfette's honour

This is the main reason I choose to bear and walk Gaia's colours. As a reminder that every step I take on her ground is a physical experience owed to her — that her sickness, her disrupted natural cycles are no vagaries of hers, but result from the madness of some individuals — either sorcerer's apprentices or pure embodiments of evil — terraformation geoengineers deliberately electroshocking her by tampering with her ionosphere as a pretext for tackling the global warming they actually initiated.

Obviously, the greenhouse gas emissions from our polluting activities must definitely be addressed and the ransacking and looting of our natural resources discontinued. We all agree on this point. However, these are certainly not the leading direct cause of all the disasters attributed to them nor of the growing major environmental threat we all face. It's becoming a matter of urgency to open our eyes wider and finally accept the unacceptable truth. Realise that our ignorance will never exempt us from our liability, that there can never be such thing as neutrality in a world of duality. And stop wasting precious time and energies arguing over an issue that cannot be deferred and instead join forces and address it through both constant small individual deeds and greater collective actions.

Earthly reasons

Yet, there are some good earthly reasons for my painting my toenails blue — and in order to cut off any potential “tell-tale sign” watchers (burn the witch!) let me tell you that I'm using organic toxic-free nail polish (which does not contain any of the seven deadly chemicals otherwise commonly found in such products) and that the mat I'm standing on is made of natural rubber latex rather than plastic.

I must admit that I sometimes lose ground and really feel like I'm a lousy communicator and tend to stick my foot in it. So I figured out it might be because I'm from another planet, that my communication chakra must seat at the grassroots rather than at throat level, and therefore it might be appropriate to try fine-tuning it to Mercury's frequency range which is blue.

However, the honest truth is far less noble. All pure vanity as I actually paint my toenails to match the colour of my shoes (which I hardly ever wear because they hurt). That confessed, everything I said was sincere. I may be so ready-tongued I could lick my own toes, I certainly keep my heart and mind all in the right places.

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