Last night, for what I think was the third time ever, we took part in Earth Hour. The time between 8:30pm and 9:30pm when the whole world turns off all lights and nonessential appliances (such as the energy-sapping computer I'm using right now) and televises their dedication to energy preservation.
The televised part confused Bumblebee, so we stopped watching early on.
However, the girls were happy to light their room by candlelight as they tried to fall asleep without their friendly hall-light shining through the door.
Mr. Violets and I enjoyed the quiet, the flickering candles, the chance to simply sit. Okay, fine. I read by candlelight. And he watched until he fell asleep.
But it was oddly rejuvenating.
It felt good to remember that plugging in is a privilige we've come to take for granted. Even the ready access we have to literature is a blessing that is relatively recent in the grand scheme of things.
Hot water, clothes washers and dryers, computers and fans /9not to mention heaters) are all the benefit of technology. But with technology comes responsibility, and Earth Hour gave us a chance to remember that we've gotten lazy with our lights. It's time to reconnect, to the Earth, and make sure our tread is light.