For you, dear Friends, who have been following my series of blogs on Nature and our Spirit, here is an extra one inspired by what has been hapenning here, in Brisbane, Australia, in real time.
At the moment, Nature is still not that interested in destroying lives, only livelihood, savings, personal plans – horded billions of taxpayers’ money = the Economy.
And in that respect, yes, 2010 has been a BIG year.
Epic floods that began on the last days of 2010 are currently still affecting the state of Queensland, in the south-east corner of Australia, a predominantly agricultural, cattle-farming area also responsible for 75% of our coal export. This area is bigger than France and Germany combined.
In its early days, the massive 31 ft [14 m] flooding has so devastated the towns of Rockhampton [population 75.000] and St George that it will take many, many months to rebuild the colonial waterlogged homes and businesses.
Snakes, such as the deadly taipans, brown snakes and red-bellied blacks, floated from the undergrowth, are clinging to trees and fences, just as they search for dry corners in people’s homes. 
In this corner of the world, when town streets become overflowing wide river arms carrying fragments of putrefied, drowned cattle, pets and thousands of bush carcasses, crocodiles – symbols of the mechanical nastiness that lurks deep within each of us to strike from ‘below the surface’ - cannot be far away.
The residents of Gympie, in that same corner of Queensland, have faced 60 ft [20 m] river swells through their streets since the Mary has broken its banks. And, because *separation is only a figment of our imagination*, other towns and communities downstream are bracing themselves for the worst.
Floods and, the greater the flood, the greater the need for us, as separate entities, to wash from ourselves all negativity of thought, all dark emotions and actions or risk being flooded by them, swept away and left to drown in them – literally as well as figuratively. With that in mind, Senator Barnaby Joyce’s words on Sky News, are anything but *spiritually* encouraging. Still, they are the words that the afflicted residents want to hear. That, and the word Compensation – of course.
“It’s not fair on people’s lives to have water tearing through their homes,” he said. “It’s not good for our economy to be shut down and lose billions of dollars in production. In the future I think we need to look at building dams to mitigate the effects of floods.” 
Clearly, the message from Nature, our benevolent Nanny, is still not being heard.
Yesterday, January 10, 2011, still in Queensland, twelve days after the first flood in Rockhampton, pedestrians downtown Toowomba [population 90.000] ran for their lives to escape a tsunami-styled torrent of muddy water, a flash flood, that came out of nowhere, overturning cars and tearing trees in its path while inflicting quick and hulk-like unbelievable damage to homes and businesses.
Then it was in Grantham that many houses were ripped off their stumps and floated away. The list of victim-towns grows daily. The floods have kept rolling down south. Tonight, they have just now reached the first river-side suburbs of inner Brisbane – third largest city in Australia, Brisbane [population 2 million approx] where I live. The flood, here, is due to peak in two days’ time.
In an outburst of concern and emotion, our Prime Minister, the State Premier and the leaders of all manner of support groups involved are urging us to keep ourselves safe, to look after each other, to go *meet* the neighbors we normally don’t see – or choose to ignore – and check up on them.
We can replace your house, is the current motto, but we can’t replace you. Your personal safety is our priority. Please, make it yours.
At the same time, many people are offering their time and efforts as volunteers.
That IS the Spirit. That is the blue-print of how Nature wants us to DO life – from now on.
Lesson learnt if we can sustain this new M.O.
Although the Queensland flood death toll, is for now at an incredibly low 10, it will undoubtedly rise – maybe triple. Still, Nature seems much more interested in cleansing the planet by reducing our belongings to watery pulp, by leaving behind most of what we could not do without, and by forcing us to rebuild from the ground up – literally as much as figuratively, with a different awareness, with different personal priorities.
However, as the saying goes, there is no more dumb than the one who does not want to learn and we are all familiar with the determination of five-year olds to get what they want.
Collectively, in spite of our self-inflated perception of maturity and in spite of our collective brain potential, we position ourselves again and again on the side of the *dumb* and the childlike. Our material losses break our heart. We hit our head against the wall and we pop our pills and drown our pain. And we cry, “My god! Why me?” And we accuse Nature. We call her violent and we call her angry. And we keep our purse strings wrapped tightly around our heart.
The entire article And Then What [minus the pretty pix] can be found here for a seamless read.