Carrying the Earth

Get cozy, it’s story time, and the tale is Jason and the Argonauts, your classic Greek myth.

Jason, a nice enough guy, was promised the kingdom of Iolcus if he produced the Golden Fleece, a magical ram’s skin bestowing all kinds of good luck. For his quest, he built the mighty Argo and manned it with 50 stout-hearted, able-bodied men. Really able-bodied. They had to row the damn thing, it didn’t run on gasoline.

Off they went, in search of the Golden Fleece, banishing Harpies and having other adventures along the way. Then they came to land, possibly Africa, so big they couldn’t get around it. This presented a significant obstacle.

Jason slept on it. He dreamed three nymphs came to him and said he and his men had to pay back their mother, doing for her what she’d done for them. The problem was, he had no idea what it meant. One of the Argonauts explained it was a metaphor. The mother is the Argo. “She has carried us. Now we must carry her even as she carried us. With untiring shoulder, we must bear Argo across this great desert.”

I’ve been thinking about carrying the mother in terms of another metaphor—Earth. We’re going to have to work together to carry the Earth or at least clean it up and make up for what we’ve done to her. I’m really, really hoping this is possible, despite evidence to the contrary. Often it seems like there’s a line in the desert sand between meat-eaters and plant-based people, Republicans and Democrats. We rarely agree with each other, but we’re all on the good ship planet Earth together.

And it’s not looking too sturdy.

Jason and the Argonauts is a myth. Here in Realityville, we’ve had oil from Deepwater Horizon wash across the Gulf, radiation leaks from the Fukushima power plant—as far as omens of catastrophes go, these are fairly epic. They will impact our economy, our health, our communities—all of us. It’s a domino effect of woe we’re all going to feel in ways we can’t wrap our brains around yet.

Forgive me for sounding like Cassandra, that doomsday prophetess of another Greek myth.

We can blame BP for their arrogance, we can blame Japan’s government for lax oversight, we can blame ourselves for not pursuing sources of clean, renewable energy. We can blame each other’s dietary preferences. But laying blame isn’t going to solve the problem. The solution is going to have to come from us, all of us.

Or what?

Well, let’s put it this way. Jason got the Golden Fleece, but was so ruthless, he managed to piss off people, gods and his metaphorical mother. Jason didn’t honor the Argo, he didn’t take care of it and it lay rotting—and plotting—in the sun. One day, Jason passed by and a piece of the prow fell off and beaned him on the head, killing him.

We don’t want the same fate. But we’ve been ruthless and greedy and will most likely continue to be. Most of us aren’t going to row to work, give up our cars or even convert to clean energy any time soon. But rather than further risking the Earth’s wrath, one thing we can all do — herbivores and omnivores alike—is buy and eat food that’s local and in season. It’s lower in carbon than food freighted in from elsewhere, unless you’ve got an Argonaut or two rowing it in for you. With summer’s abundance, local and seasonal eating’s not just easy, it’s delicious.

The Earth has put up with an awful lot from us. We must all pull together and return the favor. Or else.

Call me Cassandra. Just don’t say I didn’t warn ya.

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Ellen Kanner is the Huffington Post’s Meatless Monday blogger, the syndicated columnist The Edgy Veggie, and contributor  to publications including Culinate, Bon Appetit, and Every Day With Rachael Ray as  well as her own blog.