Spectacle Pond is a lake and it may be drained to allow a gas pipeline to run through it. I don’t look forward to being thankful if it happens. I know if I am to find peace though I will have to find a way to see this destruction as a spiritual gift. To lose something so beautiful will drive me to make more beauty in the world. I have a full view of Spectacle Pond: its tannin waters, its abandoned 1950’s cabins, its birds, its balance of plants and porcini mushrooms. The lake is spring fed, teeming with trout and giant native mussels, and almost every possible day of the year a man with beautiful long grey hair swims across it. I have never seen less disturbed waters. I have never seen pine needle matted woods so park like and so close to civilization. With the pipeline it will disappear in a blink. Before Sandesfield Massachusetts had a name, maybe even thousands or millions of years ago, water flowed out of the ground to fill this lake. The epic-ness of so much life living, dying and softening the land with each go around will be shattered. I will witness beauty erased. I will also let the full view of this profit motivated act in. I will treat this destruction as a gift – a lesson on the way the world works. Forces beyond my control can tear away unappreciated beauty. I am drawn to understand beauty before it goes and will be even more so. I will recreate it, if by only planting the seeds of the next trees or planting seeds in the minds of the young people who use the gas for heat. There was a quiet place of camp echoes and peering wildlife where that pipeline is.
The only thing I fear are the limits of my forgiveness. There is future talk of even more powerful microwave based stations mounted on people to increase our information access. This is not far from the behind the scenes fast-tracking of Smart meters by Obama and Patrick. Soon we’ll have a next level of microwave invasion. Hordes of “mini” smart towers will pop-up because we need more information about our appliances run on electricity created in part by the gas from the pipeline. If we continue sacrificing our land and personal beauty for quick profits and insular comfort there will be a very lonely day. Safety is calculated after profit potential. It doesn’t feel right but this is how we learn about beauty. Once the lake is replaced with tick infested first-growth, once our EMF jitters become so dominating then we realize how beautifully subtle our land ourselves need to be. How much do we need to lose and what are the limits of our forgiveness?