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The Ultimate Journey

Dear Friends,

Yesterday, seated at my computer, I wrestled to find a way to express direct interface between a human and the material environment. What word stands for sensual perceptions, manual manipulations, and kinesthetic experiences? When my trusted Thesaurus failed me, I invented a new word to refer to such human-scaled interactions. Between macro and micro, I inserted ‘muckro’. Muck is a moist sticky mixture of mud. It is only disgusting to people accustomed to the sterility of electronic devices, modern office buildings, airplanes, etc. But it is prized by people who are in tune with growth processes. To them, muck is dark fertile soil containing decaying vegetable that is extremely fertile. It is, I hope, an appropriate symbol of unmediated connection with the physical environment.

Yesterday I also saw amazing drawings made by a friend when she journeyed to Ghana, the invited guest of an honored community grandmother. By any standard of art-making, they were amateur sketches. But by every standard of soulfulness, they transcended their appearance. The well-traveled diary in which they appeared transported me into a space charged with the power of its representations. The drawings evoked spirit beings she encountered among the towering African trees, and within a single African leaf.

It is intriguing that among the eco artists I know, I hear two competing desires:

- to refine language so that it distills concepts into separate and distinct meanings (define eco art and differentiate ‘world’ from ‘nature’)

- to dissolve dualisms (nature/culture) and multi-isms (to establish interdisciplinary academic programs) to reflect the unity of creation

After thinking about this, I've concluded that these opposing threads are less conflicting than enriching.

- Without categorizations, thoughts and perceptions would dissolve into muddled chaos.

- Without a unifying impulse, alienation would bankrupt the human spirit.

Humans seem genetically programmed to straddle both forms of interaction and enjoy the dynamic exchange that occurs between them at our psychological ecotones. I am striving to expand these realms by widening my stance. I'm seeking more precise forms of definition as well as deeper intuitive forms of engagement.

- Constructing a workable definition of eco art suggests the need to go further by defining the countless strategies and principles that eco artists pursue: conservation, preservation, sustainism, eco feminism, deep ecology, restoration, regeneration, remediation, etc, etc, etc.

- Constructing a lifestyle that acknowledges interconnections and interdependencies suggests the need for a total revamping of prevailing relationships with food, shelter, fuel, and others.

This is, perhaps, the ultimate journey.

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Blanket of Forgiveness
Spring thaw brings surprises. As the white blanket of forgiveness retreats, it exposes many bleak reminders of the rigors of winter. So, with a fifty pound crow bar in hand, I trudged to the pond this mid winter day to avoid the surprise that greeted me last spring – the floating corpses of fish. Coy, bull heads, cat fish, and bass, trapped under the ice, had exhausted supplies of oxygen, even though they tamped down their demands to hibernation minimums.
 
The pond and I entered a contest of wills. It stubbornly resisted my attempts to crack open a hole to permit an exchange of fresh air for spent gas. I stubbornly pounded away as the tip of the crow bar bounced back without making a dent, creating a resounding ‘ting’ that echoed across the valley. Then I discovered a vein of relative transparency – a thin line of vulnerability that ultimately succumbed to my poundings, one crystalline chip at a time.
 
I imagined the three inch space that separates the ice and the icy waters releasing its toxic accumulations and the fish inhaling, along with the refreshing infusion of air, a deep sigh of relief. Trapped miners who recently dominated the headlines were not as fortunate. They exhausted their reserves, just as we, with our heads to the clouds, are doing, not by accident, but by design.     

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Please Be Advised!

“Please be advised. The following story contains material that some may find objectionable or distressing.”

 

 

This is the gist of an announcement delivered in a tense voice on this morning’s NPR news.

 

 

What deviant sexual act, what demented vice, what vicious deed requires such a warning?

 

 

The story that followed reported on butchers who supply meat to Muslim communities as required by Islamic law known as Dhabīah. Every detail of the slaughter is performed with the sanctity of a ritual act and the refinement of an artistic performance.

 

 

Meanwhile, the slaughter of innocent shoppers in a mall by a crazed gunman, of soldiers caught in an ambush by Afghani tribesmen, of praying Kurds bombed by Suni insurgents, of office workers decimated by terrorists in an airplane – these victims of unconscionable brutality now suffer another affront – their deaths are reported without warnings of revulsion. .

 

Dhabihah slaughter is conducted in consideration of the animal’s comfort:

 

    - The knife may not be sharpened in front of the animal.

    - The animal must not be slaughtered in front of other animals.

    - The animal is given water to drink to quench its thirst.

    - The animal faces the Qibla

    - A swift, deep incision is made on the neck with a sharp knife to minimize pain.

 

The Dhabihah ritual commences by invoking the name of God.The last sound the animal hears is a holy utterance, not the harsh boom of an explosion and the screams of nearby victims. It dies after receiving a gentle blessing and a declaration of gratitude. Instead of human lives snuffed by someone else’s retribution or fury, the animal dies to nourish the body and the spirit of another living being.

 

 

Even outside of war zones, I know of few people who die blessed with the respect and dignity bestowed upon these animals. Warnings? Perhaps the warning that this story suggests involves a culture that is unemotional about human acts of brutality and squeamish about human acts of kindness.

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Now, to dinner!

What follows is the text of an email I sent to my neighbors today. They are vacationing far from home.

Dear Friends,

The following narrative, however unlikely it may seem, represents the absolute truth. Whether it is interpreted as fortuitous, mysterious, or calamitous depends on your perspective.

One of your turkeys was discovered laying still in the snow today, its neck plucked bare and bloody. Otherwise it was undamaged. The body was surrounded by two sets of paw prints sunk deep in the snow, strewn feathers, and red stains. Even in death, this creature looked majestic.

 

Before you dive into mourning, please consider that I spent the past two and a half hours diving into the deepest recesses of its cavities to yank out its innards and proceed with plucking, cleaning, butchering, and wrapping. The once grand and fully plumed creature now lies naked in my freezer – all but a chunk that is roasting in my oven.

 

The only part of this story that remains mysterious is why I visited your property this Friday afternoon. It seems I was sent to rescue your turkey from a fate worse than death – the garbage pile. I ran into your caretaker just as I was heading for my car. He indicated that he had discovered the dead turkey which he had no intention of keeping.

 

It was beautiful when it was fully plumed, pitiful when it was soaking, ungainly as it was being processed, and gorgeous when it finally morphed from animal into meat. Its thighs are shapely, its neck slim, its coccyx plump, and I wish I had a breast like that! I estimate these parts total 30 pounds of good eating.

There is plenty of offal to delight the microorganism in my compost pile. The legs and head are kaleidoscopes of intersecting geometries. I may lay them in a protected place outside and see what the elements do to them. I made bundles of some of the larger feathers. The rest are collected in a bag awaiting some future function. The smell of carnage lingers.

 

Now, to dinner!

 

Linda

 

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Happy Externalities!

In the spirit of the New Year, I would like to propose that we all pledge to reverse the associations connected to the word ‘externalities’. It refers to the unforeseen impacts of human activities upon human and non-human products, services, and systems.

When environmentalists utter this word, it is within the context of great concern. There are two causes for their anxiety:

l. ‘Externalities’: the word almost always appears in its plural form, indicating that ecological impacts are not isolated occurrences.

2. Externalities: the effects are almost always associated with gloomy projections, indicating that the impacts of human behaviors are negative. For example, the externalities associated with draining wetlands is the disruption of water filtering and carbon recycling.

I went on a search for positive externalities and discovered one right at home. All of my ducks happily huddled against the wind barrier I inadvertently created when I piled snow from a walkway on to an open hill. There they sat, depositing globs of fertilizer exactly where I hope to plant next year’s strawberries.

Happy externalities to all!

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SHOULD FIRE CEREMONIES BE HALTED?
Fires pervade human rituals. This is because fires sustain human life, shine in Paradise, and burn in Hell. Since archaic times, people in cultures the world over have gathered around fires for purification, celebration, healing, blessing, devotion, communion, transformation, ascension, and more. In these contexts, fire is believed to propel communication with Divine entities, the underworld, nature-spirits, and the deep self. But reenactments of fire myths and fire rites of passage have waned throughout the industrial world. Current interactions with fire have moved from the hearth to the combustion engine. Instead of augmenting human devotions, fire now supports human ambitions.

The traditional use of fire may have changed, but the traditional use of fire rituals survives. Some contemporary artists, concerned about the sustainability of current human practices are reviving fire rituals because they guide transformation and help redefine the relationship between humans and their world. Fire is an elemental force of nature’s order. It is instructive and inspiring.

But the clash between competing priorities and contrasting goals presented by intelligent and well-intentioned environmentalists has caused these artists to reflect upon the environmental impact of ritual fires. They are concerned that the ceremonial use of fires should be halted because they discharge CO2 into the atmosphere!

I asked my friend Skip who crafts fire as an art medium his opinion. Skip’s repertoire of fire techniques includes flames that provide light, which differ from those that give heat, or repel insects, or condition soil. He can create purple fires with crimson sparks, and orchestrate the sounds of the flames’ crackles and sizzles. Some of his fires are designed to be contemplative. Others are rousing. His goal is always to burn a fire so completely, it creates no smoke and leaves no coals.

Skip raised some interesting observations that may seem elementary, but they are also thought-provoking and relevant to the discussion of CO2 for artistic and ceremonial purposes.

He noted that fire ceremonies, like burning ethanol and fossil fuel, emit C02. But refraining from burning the wood does not eliminate the production of C02. The wood that is not burned in a fire ceremony will oxidize as it decomposes even if it remains in the forest. In the process, it will emit CO2. Thus, C02 is created whether the burn is immediate as in a wood fire, gradual through a compost heap, or slow in the form of mulch.

The carbon cycle is inescapable: plants absorb C02 while all the rest of the ecosystem kicks it back (unless the organic molecules become stored in a fossil storehouse under layers of geology). Humanity’s challenge is to measure the rate at which it produces C02 against the rate at which the plants in its ecosystem can absorb it. It also entails deciding which kinds of burnings are wasteful and which are beneficial.

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Individualism versus Communalism
The word ‘individualism’ carries uplifting associations with personal liberty and self-development.

THIS IS A PROBLEM.

This is a problem because individualism may not jive with environmental consciousness that elevates communalism, interdependency, and interrelationships over self-motivation, self-interest, and self-expression.

Until last week, I worried that our cultural allegiance to the concept of individualism would thwart the advance of environmental consciousness. I am less concerned this week because I just learned the history of the word ‘individualism’. It reveals that ‘individualism’ is not entrenched in human consciousness. It is a modern idea! Individualism was basically absent from ancient civilizations and medieval Europe. For most of human history, the well-being of the group mattered more than the well-being of an individual.

The word “individualism” wasn’t even coined until the early years of the nineteenth century. Joseph de Maistre used it to express alarm about the emergence of a new behavioral pattern that promoted the self over the well-being of the community. Maistre feared that the commonwealth would “crumble away, be disconnected into the dust and powder of individuality”[1]. He was not alone. Throughout the era, individualism was viewed as a new danger that would lead to economic exploitation, political anarchy, social fragmentation, and the dissolution of the family.

The word ‘individualism’ acquired an entirely new meaning when it migrated from France and arrived on American shores at the turn of the twentieth century. In the U.S., individualism was glorified as a social ideal that contrasted with socialism and communism of the Old World. It meant freedom and dignity. Citizens were honored for uniqueness and personal ambition.

As environmentalism becomes the new cultural norm, the word ‘individualism’ may revert to its original definition, signaling a precarious state because it neglects the interdependence of all organisms upon each other and upon the resources we share as co-inhabitants of planet Earth. Then, it may be replaced with ‘communalism’ as the social ideal.



[1] (Reflections on the Revolution in France, 1790).

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