Showing posts with label Wild. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wild. Show all posts

Sunday, July 6, 2014

KISSING GIRAFFES

In the wild a giraffe can decapitate a lion with a single kick. At the Giraffe Sanctuary, in Nairobi, if you hold a feeding pellet in an open hand, the giraffes will nibble it from your palm. If you put it between your lips, they will take it with a shlurpy kiss, licking your face with their cat-rough sandpaper tongue, leaving strands of saliva that stretch like a piece of spider web between your face and theirs as they calmly pull away, making the Web of Life momentarily literal and visible. When they lean over the fence for a treat, their huge heads easily span from shoulder to waist on the average human body. They don’t like to be petted or scratched, but they love to be fed. Again and again they bend in fearless gentleness towards their human pellet dispensers. For them, it’s all in a day’s foraging.

For us it’s a thrill unlike any we have experienced. My daughter, who is a horse lover, is especially taken and revels in the slimy connection. I watch the look of deep joy on her face, of enchantment and magic experienced first hand, and know it is mirrored on my face, too, when the giraffe bends for his pellet-kiss. I watch my son as he stands, grounded and rightful, pellet in lips, upturned face calm and assured as the giraffe looms toward him. I see the astonished faces of other visitors, illuminated by that same joy, especially the children, and in the faces of the sanctuary’s patient Kenyan keepers who help us learn this most basic and simple form of connection with these astonishing creatures, perfect and impossible in their Dr. Seuss-ness. Gentle touch, a shared breath, a kiss is all it takes.





Sunday, May 18, 2014

RESTORATION

Until the lions have their own historians,
the history of the hunt will always glorify the hunter.”

- Chinua Achebe

Corporations are the hunters glorifying themselves today. Modernity requires that we sever our connection to the natural world and pledge allegiance to the things that money can buy. We are told that the impoverishment of the soul that overcomes us can be healed by consuming the things that corporations make for us, including ‘buying’ the stories they tell us about Nature’s latest diminishment or the inevitability of the wars that profit them. 

In recent years there has been a lot of talk about ecological ‘hot spots’ – pristine, endangered areas that conservationists seek to protect. The strategy is to identify places that are close to 90% degraded, then seek to protect the beleaguered remaining 10%. The assumption seems to be that this is all we can hope to achieve, that we’ll be lucky to attain even this meager success.

But when we’re talking about saving (as if it were up to us) the natural world, is it even correct to ‘strategize’? The definition of the word strategy derives from military activity: Strategy (Greek "στρατηγία"—stratēgia: from stratēg (ós) military commander, general (strat ( ós ) army + -ēgos noun derivative of ágein to lead); meaning, A high level plan to achieve one or more goals under conditions of uncertainty (Source: wikipedia). Secondary definitions refer to strategy in the context of business or games. 

Do we really want to depend on a military approach to healing our relationship with the natural world? Saving small percentages of the whole does not necessarily save or even protect what remains. Even the most passionate and well-educated researchers do not know the environmental ‘tipping point’ that will cause Gaia’s demise, nor do we understand the deeper function of such things as oil, uranium, gold, diamonds, copper, and other buried substances that surely are not random or inconsequential and so must have a larger purpose, though we have not bothered to wonder what it is. Decisions and actions arising from short-term thinking do not consider long-range consequences nor do they perceive long-range possibilities. And none of us knows what resplendent restoration is possible if we set our hearts on it.

Now more than ever is the time for a wildly expansive, un-practical vision of a natural world fully restored, within an epochal, perhaps millennial time frame. Infinitely better to spend our creative energy initiating the first 500 years of an unabashedly passionate vision of full, unimpeded and uncompromised global ecological and cultural restoration and to offer ourselves to an inclusive global dialogue that will create a global vision of restoration to inform and sustain us through multiple generations of effort. 

If we ‘surrender’ our vision of comprehensive global ecological restoration and settle instead for the struggle to protect tiny percentages of marine and terrestrial habitat, we allow corporations (and the culture which gives them primacy) to set the terms by which nature and nature lovers must abide. Remember that 100 years ago, commercial air travel, computers, and the Internet seemed impossible. Extinctions on the scale we’re seeing now seemed impossible, too. We’re talking here about the ‘surround’ upon which life depends. Do we really want to tell our children that the best we can manage is to save 10% or less of what remains of the intact natural world? 

Within each of us is a passionate love for some place or some being in Nature that will open our throats once again to the daily cooing of gratitude for Life. Once found, that gratitude is our most reliable guide to right action. All is not lost. Let us sing the natural world within and around us back to its fullness.