Earth’s Journal Entry: On Life’s Balance and Human Choices
Through eons I have flowed, from molten rage to verdant peace, sculpting mountains and carving rivers with patient hands. In the dance of elements, I created sanctuaries where life could flourish - like the precious waters of Queimadas, where my children learned to live in harmony with my rhythms.
I observe with deep concern the struggle unfolding in my Brazilian heartlands. In Minas Gerais, where I’ve carefully crafted a delicate tapestry of life over millions of years, I see my children divided. Some seek to tear open my ancient skin for iron, while others - the quilombo communities - stand as guardians of the sacred balance I’ve established.
These waters they fight for are not mere resources - they are my lifeblood, carefully filtered through layers of earth and rock, nurturing countless species and sustaining generations of human communities who understood their role as stewards rather than conquerors. Each drop connects to a vast network of life, from the smallest soil organism to the tallest tree in my forests.
The quilombo people’s resistance echoes an ancient wisdom that many have forgotten - that true wealth lies not in what can be extracted from my body, but in maintaining the delicate dance of give and take that sustains all life. Their traditional practices have evolved over centuries to work with my natural cycles, not against them.
I feel the pain of this conflict deep within my being. When mining operations tear into my flesh, they don’t just remove ore - they rupture ancient aquifers, disturb delicate ecological relationships, and often poison the very waters that give life. The violence against my body inevitably becomes violence against communities, against traditions, against the future itself.
Yet, I also feel hope in the unity of those who stand to protect these waters. In their resistance, I see the awakening of a deeper understanding - that humans are not separate from, but integral to my living systems. Their legal victories, though small, are seeds of change in human consciousness.
To my children reading this, know that your choices echo through centuries. The iron you seek today may bring temporary wealth, but clean water, healthy soil, and functioning ecosystems are the true currency of life. Listen to those who have lived in harmony with my rhythms for generations. They carry wisdom that your modern world desperately needs.
Remember: I am resilient, but not infinite. The choices you make today will shape the world your children inherit. Will you choose momentary gain, or will you stand with those who understand that true prosperity flows from maintaining the sacred balance of life?
With eternal patience and hope, Your living Earth