I am almost recovered from a nasty bout of pneumonia and a few random attacks of the collywobbles. I've been fortunate to be able to lay low for a week and except for walking the dog I've pretty much stayed inside. (And it's going down to minus 30 this weekend so that's no great hardship.) My dear husband has been advised to do the same, and so this weekend has been a marathon of movies and hockey games, as spectators not participants.
Today I watched a compelling documentary GASLAND which shook me up pretty badly. It's about drilling for natural gas, a process called fracking.
From the GASLAND website:
It also enables those hazardous chemicals used in the fracking process (around 80,000 pounds worth on average) to leach into nearby groundwater, streams, wells, and the air. Upwards of 70% remain. Permanently.
HERE and it talks about an Erin Brockovich type crusader by the name of Jessica Ernst. Canada has no national water policy (are you listening, Mr. Harper?) and now there's talk about developing a huge shale gas field along the Saint Lawrence River between Montreal and Quebec City.
Why can't we use wisdom and integrity and practice good stewardship for this earth we all call home? It's the only one we have. If our water is gone, so are we.
Do yourself a favour and look for this documentary. We can't afford to be complacent.