Thank you I will forward a copy. A link to your article was placed on the BBC Newsnight site and a number of comments expressed the same sentiment as myself. People really appreciated your perspective and writing.

This week I have been writing about ensuring there is no agreement in Copenhagen. No because I don’t believe in climate change. My opinion is that just as your article gave alternative perspectives, there are better ways of managing a planet than is being proposed in Copenhagen. No decision is better than a bad one

This is Okello’s article. Thought provoking.

http://www.independent.co.ug/index.php/component/content/article/106-myblog/2222-nature-is-better-off-if-humans-went-the-way-of-the-dinosaurs

Best Regards,

Okello

To me cap and trade will do nothing to provide an optimum climatic conditions for Earth, but is the solution being offered.

Not being the best solution will just cause more problems. As yet unrealised by the many.

Wasted?

Was a moment wasted?
A moment of exquisite pain laboured forth
a pulsing scarlet thread of love unconditional.
Love eternal, invisible and invincible.
Magic moments. Stored moments. Not wasted!

Was a moment wasted?
Moments of snatched sleep, meals; cold tea
When peace and rest were scarce; diamonds glinting
in the darkness. Indelible heart print of a smile.
Challenging moments. Stored moments. Not wasted!

Was a moment wasted?
Scraped knee bathing, snotty nose wiping moments
of growing into and out of shapes and scrapes;
tears, fears, hugs and laughter; cries of joy and pain.
Growing moments. Stored moments. Not wasted!

Was a moment wasted?
Moments of struggle: battling wills to sleep, eat
walk, run or don’t run, hurry, hush, tidy, study.
Tempers worn and frayed by boundaries tested.
Testing moments. Stored moments. Not wasted!

Was a moment wasted?
Moments on the frozen touchlines miles away from home.
Cheering, hearing your name as flushed with pride
the aches and chills evaporate.
Warming moments. Stored moments. Not wasted!

Was a moment wasted?
Moments we uttered words of anger or rebuke.
The sorry’s we said and those we didn’t
The hugs we shared and those you ducked
Everyday moments. Stored moments. Not wasted!

Was a moment wasted?
Dark moments of rock hard impenetrable dejection;
Of red hazed blinding anger, fear and distress.
Impotent to untangle the fine wrought chain.
Pointless moments. Stored moments. Not wasted!

Was a moment wasted?
Moments as numerous as grains of sand on a beach;
as countless as the tear drops that swell the rivers and seas;
as shifting and closely woven as the scarlet thread we shared.
Treasured moments. Stored moments. Not wasted!

Was a moment wasted?
Reflecting shared air, earth, water and sky moments.
Lighter, darker, deeper, brighter; now harder moments.
Indelibly printed on my heart. Broken!
Eternally cherished moments. Never wasted

The background
The young brother (15) of my youngest sons best friend tragically and accidentally (a grand gesture going too far) hanged himself after a family row in April this year.

I kep hearing people say ‘what a waste’…….. and started thinking about all the wonderful memories and moments a mother would have that could never be taken away, and were never wasted.

I know what people meant and my friends, who found him and cut him down, will never ever ever get over it. Nor my son who was texting with the sister about her brother being a pain an hour before the incident.

His funeral was at once the most devastating yet empowering and life affirming – but still hopefully the worst experience my son and his peers will ever have to face.

When his estranged father and two half brothers lifted the coffin to the strains of Snow Patrol’s ‘Run’ adults, children, family, teachers, ministers, counsellors all held each other and wept. Then they gave three cheers.

Awake in chains, bound; secure and sound
Sound mind. Mind not who we are
Where we go, or went and what we did, or need to do.

Here: dishes in the cupboard, dirty
There: boots in the bathroom, slippers in the yard
Everywhere: flesh of the present; only vapour of the past

Biting tongue to draw blood, feel pain
Pain inflicted by pinching, punching
An arm, a pillow. Not you my love

Alone to be free. Free together to
Live, love and laugh again. ; A loneliness wells up
To suffocate and extinguish all that I am, that we were.

Will you go, so I can live
Live the life we should be sharing
For who you were, and I am meant to be.

BYT