Sometimes I despair about the state of the human world, what we are doing to ourselves, the environment – how the new god is naked greed for money and power. And what we are missing by not being present, in love with the natural world, that which sustains us and has untold gifts for us. Wordsworth, I think, had the same despair more than a century ago – will we ever learn or change?

The world is too much with us,

Late and soon,

getting and spending

we lay waste our power

 

getting & spending