Managing Eco-grief and spiritual burden when things just keep getting worse
Lately i've been feeling a sort of unyeilding grief for the transition this world is undergoing. I learned a song from my mentor that talks about how there's no longer any homes for the spirits, the great trees, the basins/pools of water dried up and gone. And I cry when I sing it because it's a song that speaks to generations of grief over having been uprooted from land and culture but also of watching the degradation of nature. Witnessing the elimination of the homes of many of the spirits, living, dead, and other. Some spirits adapt of course but not all of them can make it.
I just feel this dismay watching things get worse with climate change, watching the civilizational industrial golliath continue to eat everything it can even though it's own cannibalism will collapse itself (to the suffering of untold billions of humans and never to the impact of those who cultivated/created the systems to begin with).
I think my only reprieve is that I know the rebalancing *has* to come because that's what systems do, they reach homeostasis. And besides I certainly have been smacked upside the head with the awareness of cthonic forces older than our little human civilization that shape the world waking up. it's just going to come at a terrible cost to so many lives and countless species and it never had to be this way.
It didn't have to be this way and I feel it's necessary to give the next generation of whatever sliver of humanity survives awareness of ways to relate differently.