we are so unimportant
so small
and yet we brandish
our swords
and fists
raise our voices
at Nature
acting
as if
we have
a chance
against
Her power
as if the earth
belongs to us
and is ours
to destroy
that
is the definition
of insanity
Photo: Massimiliano Morosinotto
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Adbusters Magazine
Sept/Oct issue 2021
Photo: Jonny Gios
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Not everyone likes cities. It doesn’t matter whether we were city born or not. Cities can sometimes be in a person’s blood. The noise, the beauty, the ENERGY, the hustle and bustle, the skyscrapers, the hum, and the danger, can call to those who can hear its song. But not everyone is comfortable there. Others long for open spaces, streams and a more quiet atmosphere.
I think everything in life is played out on a bell curve, with people who can’t live anywhere but a city, those who can live anywhere at all, and those who can’t live anywhere but the country. In between those points, people just lean one way or the other.
The important thing is to be where we belong. Environment is so incredibly important to our happiness. That includes our living space. We don’t have to have tons of money, we just have to have things we love around us. Never underestimate the importance of our surroundings. There are those who believe that things don’t matter, and maybe that’s true for them. Or maybe they just don’t realize that they’re missing something. The truth of the matter is that for many of us, maybe even most, the things around us enhance, or detract, from our lives in a big way. Live with what you love because life is short.
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Once upon a time, there was a special forest. It was called Whisper. Not everyone could find it, even if they looked for it. The trees themselves decided who could, or could not see them.
If you happened to be walking down the street and suddenly found yourself on the forest path, well, you could be sure the trees had something to tell you. The path was staggered, and just long enough to let those who visited, know what they were supposed to learn, because as once on the path, each tree Whispered something to the walker. Each tree…had something to say, an important message to impart.
No one who walked the path, was ever the same. They came away from the forest with new insights, a sense of joy and a better understanding of life itself. It was like a Near Tree Experience, where a person leaves their body and is shown pictures and told amazing things.
Trees know everything. They’ve been here from the beginning. Their stories are handed down from tree to tree, from forest to forest, by the ancient ones, who were here from the first light. Not all the things they show people are pleasant. They show clear-cutting, the destruction of the rain forests the ugliness of humans and how they are destroying the earth, and everything on it.
But for the most part, they sing softly and tell exciting stories of the First Trees. They tell of children, and other animals, climbing in their branches, laughing and napping among their leaves. They tell of the love they have for each other and all of nature. They whisper about how we have lost our hearts, hidden them away for money, power and status, leaving trees and nature itself behind, to fend for itself, as we cement the earth and pollute The Mother.
The Whispering continues until the path ends. A person can only walk in the forest once in their lifetime. The secrets the trees tell are too big, to hear them more than once. It’s a beautiful place, a living museum of time itself. If you’re very fortunate, maybe someday, you’ll be invited to experience the Whispers.
Photo Mario Dobelmann
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Have you ever noticed how humans are always reaching out to other species? Pictures on the internet show us feeding horses, goats, llamas, cows…pretty much ANYONE.
We’re always trying to pet them, hug them, hold them, touch them, kiss them, keep them, give them things. We never stop. Yet people shoot them, poison them, wear them and EAT them.
What’s with that?
I didn’t think you were supposed to kill what you love.
Taryn Elliott
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on May 2, 2021