Living on a desert planet is not my idea of fun.

We can alter the trajectory of this precious blue oasis.

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There are a lot of folks doing a lot of amazing things to save Mother Earth. When I’m an outrageous philanthropist I’m going to dump as much money as I can to back these causes.

My skill set and time limitations aren’t a good fit for coming up with a solution to our ocean’s Plastic Island. I leave that genius to the kids.

I’m a regular Mom. Well, we all know there’s no such thing as a “regular Mom.” I have a regular job (and a remarkable husband. Hey Honey!) On a good day, I manage to get the kids to all their places, work my job, maybe get a lunch date hike in with my husband, and throw together some easy healthy meal.

Where’s the time to go plant 1000 trees? We can do hybrid, but where’s the funds to buy electric transportation?

As a family, we do our best with the forms we can contribute to. We recycle. We compost. We have a ridiculous grocery bill from all the organics.

We conserve water with minimal showers. Actually, that has more to do with being too busy for all that daily fuss. And we have a tendency to buck the cultural obsession with washing your hair every day.

So what can we do? It’s all I see worth caring about in a core value kind of way. How do we save this precious planet? So our kids and grandkids don’t have to live in a post-apocalyptic doom?

We poke our head out of the sand and it terrifies us. Because we feel like there’s nothing we can do.

Elon’s explorations of living on the moon are a good idea. Because at this rate our rich, lush, Earth is going to be a hot, dry, bleak desert.

We can’t let these constant headlines send us into a state of feeling helpless and overwhelmed. That’s a luxury we don’t have time for.

To highlight the urgency, go to a zoo these days. The animal info plaques are a meter showing you what level on the extinction scale each animal is now.

The 1960’s Fisher Price Zooland isn’t going to be a collectible because of its age. The little giraffe will be worth enough to buy one of those electric cars. The kids will hold the giraffe in their little grippers. This majestic out-of-this-world Dr. Seuss creature and they’ll ask, “What’s this Mommy?”

So the key to saving the planet? We have to Wake the Freak Up!

We have to walk the talk that Jesus walked.

We have to treat the pickup truck jerk tailgating us like we understand that the mother of his children was just diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer.

Or the idiot that just cut us off is our teenage daughter terrified to be driving on her own.

We have to wake up every day and shower ourselves with love.

We have to do whatever it takes to feel our divinity. We have to learn to feel our divinity when we’re in our job we’re not excited about, in the middle of our kid’s tantrum, in the middle of our tantrum.

How do we do this? Yeah. Well. I’m working on this part. I’m practicing all the tricks and tips and hacks I know to get to a place of peace and living in the moment and loving my brothers and sisters and ultimately Oneness.

Our collaborative efforts are going to be the tipping point. Together we can and have to learn to be Love, to bring it, to share it, to heal our grandkids’ planet.