Sarah and Sebastian Storm Day

Sarah and Sebastian are best friends. They've known each other almost their whole entire lives. They live in the countryside on a little Island in the Gulf of St. Lawrence. They love their little Island and they are curious explorers of the world around them. Won't you come join them?

Sarah awoke early to the deep sighing of the wind.

She popped up and looked out her window which was covered in lacy ice ferns left by the deep cold night. The snow was swirling in frosty dips like a square dancer stepping high then bowing low in one after another do si do.

Just then Sarah's mother opened her bedroom door.

"No school today Sarah. Go back to sleep." her mother smiled. "Your father will be home today but I have to go to work. See you at suppertime!

Sarah pulled the thick layers of warm quilts up to her chin. I wonder if Sebastian will be dropped off today, Sarah thought to herself.

Sebastian's mom and dad both worked in the city like Sarah's mother and on day's off school Sarah's father kept care of Sebastian.

 

Sarah drifted off to dreamland and awoke for the second time that morning to the sound of her best friend's voice.

"Come on Sarah! Get up! Are you gonna sleep all day?" 

Sebastian laughed at Sarah with her great pile of sleepy red hair in a tangle around her face.

"I already had breakfast and I want to go outside with you." her friend said.

Soon Sarah was getting on her snow suit to head out with her friend into the snow. The evergreen hedgerow that bordered the property was a favourite place of Sebastian and Sarah's on blustery mornings in wintertime. They crawled in under the thick canopy of snow laden branches and lay back in the cold quiet of the hollow beneath the trees. 

Craggy bits of a gray green lichen called Old Man's Beard hung in shaggy tufts on some of the bare branches. Sarah grabbed a lichen covered twig off the snow beside her. She held it up to her face and Sebastian laughed at her. 

"You look like an old man" he said to her.

 Sarah giggled and handed it to her pal. 

"You try it Shun."

 He held it up and it tickled his chin. 

"These trees are getting old like great- grandpa. Dad told me this stuff only grows on very old trees."

Shun tossed the stick aside and looked out at the stormy day.

"If I was a rabbit this is where I would live in the wintertime." Sebastian said to Sarah as he shook an evergreen branch and powdery snow fell on his face. He rubbed his mitten on his cheek and brushed the snow away.

"Oh Shun" Sarah said. "You mean Hare, not Rabbit. Remember what we learned at school last winter. Rabbit's are at the pet store but Snowshoe Hare's live in the wild here. We saw their tracks last year in the field out back."

Shun remembered the little tracks which looked a bit like miniature snowshoes but smiling at his friend said he would always call them rabbits because he liked the word rabbit better. 

Sarah crawled out of their secret hideaway. The cold wind brushed against her face. Shun crawled out behind her. 

“I’m freezing.” Sarah said. "Let's get some hot cocoa. We can come back out later on." 

The two friends went inside to the warmth of Sarah’s house. They drank hot cocoa and played puzzles and painted pictures. Sebastian said one of his pictures was of a white rabbit hopping in deep snow in a blizzard. Sarah laughed at him because the page he held up was blank. Sarah loved how her best friend could always make her giggle.

Prince Edward Island is home to many species of Lichens; Old Man's Beard is just one of them.

To learn more about Old Man's Beard visit: https://flandrumhill.wordpress.com/2012/04/27/lost-beards-of-the-forest/ 

Snowshoe Hare tracks are some of the animal tracks you see in the winter woods and fields of PEI. To learn more about Animal tracks of PEI visit: http://www.cwf-fcf.org/assets/pdf/en/trackingwinter-72.pdf

"Go Into the Forest--all Those Trees are Holding Hands" Chief Charles Labrador--Beauty Whisperers

"...only when knowledge is conditioned by respect can it be truly shared” (in Mi’kmaq: “Ta’n tujiw kjijitaqn tela’tasik kepne’ktn ketloqo kisiktpi’tasitew”) (Mi’kmawey 1997).

 www.integrativescience.ca

When I am in the woods I know I am in my true home. I know it by my breathing, by the feeling in my bones and by the quickening of my pulse as I lay my hand on the rough and weather beaten bark of a silent, old friend. In the forest I forget myself and become one with the beauty which surrounds me.I linger by the moss that watches o'er the base of old stumps. I cannot help but reach out to touch the lichens whose wisdom traverses the ages. And I always pause by the noble fungi whose quiet ways uphold so much. When I myself am quiet, these old friends speak to me as they did during the great many hours we spent together when I was a child.  It is in honour of those moments that I must speak:

As a civilization we have lost the art of quiet appreciative listening-- our modes of operation endanger rendering us as nothing more than automatons of consumption. And beauty—that sweet whisper of the soul— there is a war being raged upon her very being. In her defense let us become beauty whisperers. With heart focused attentiveness and a willingness to step beyond our own limited  and confining sense of self we can be the change we seek in this world.

Through the act of helping the next generation become reacquainted with their own curiosity and the wonders of the natural world we might help them see past the mindless consumption of digital technologies so they can once again hear the songs of their own wild and beautiful spirits echoed in the world around them.

Another starting point lies in the revival of a language of the land. First Nation peoples had so many wonderful words to describe weather and landscape. The Celtic peoples and many others did as well. People intimately knew a small area and cared for it with loving attention. They knew not to pollute the life systems upon which all life depends.

“Go into the forest, you see the birch, maple, pine. Look underground and all those trees are holding hands. We as people have to do the same.”

Mi’kmaw Spiritual Leader, Healer, and Chief Charles Labrador of Acadia First Nation, Nova Scotia.

http://www.integrativescience.ca/Principles/TreesHoldingHands/ 

Restructuring our lives so that we can playfully re-integrate with each other—with peoples of all ages and abilities, with nature, with art and music- is another wonderful place to begin. Reducing attitudes of competition and increasing a sense of caring, collaboration and community mindedness are joy filled, life enhancing choices towards positive change.

Imagine doing as First Nations peoples have done and take the long view towards the impact of planned actions on the well being of future generations. How might this action I am about to take affect the land, air and water of those living in seven generations from now? How will it affect the well being of all creatures in this present moment? How will it support my own re-acquaintance with beauty, love and joy and the wildness of my own heart?

Beauty--it is all around you--You only need listen and it will speak to your heart.Take a chance and reach out your very human hand to those near you--it is a beautifully vulnerable and courageous act of LOVE. In doing so you might just see that beneath the surface of our lives we, like the trees, are all holding hands in a myriad of ways we can scarcely begin to fathom.

In beauty,

Jill

Image: Macphail Woods courtesy of Lucas MacCormack

Because I Love Earth

 I recently had two interesting experiences engaging with people concerning the environment and both made me think about how the way we use language impacts how we act in the world.

 In the first instance I had reason to call the Department of Forests, Fish and Wildlife and upon doing so was directed to an automated call response giving me a number of options to choose from. One of which was to press a certain number if I was calling regarding nuisance animals. The term nuisance animals caught my attention. “I wonder what they are referring to.” I thought aloud to my children after I hung up the phone. My kids and I had a disturbed chuckle—“Nuisance animals” we all wondered “is this the hotline number for the seven plus billion homo sapiens whose habits and lifestyles are grossly impacting planet earth at an unprecedented rate-- or is it referring to the occasional raccoon who might visit those black and green bins whose covers have not been bungee corded closed or crows who take aim at car windshields and caw at inconvenient times?“ 

 And how much of a stretch is it then to consider other people as nuisance people, or other cultures as nuisance cultures? We see elements of this playing out across the world stage with the ego-maniacal US presidential candidate Donald Trump sharing his unfortunate worldview and the unwieldy power his language utilization bears on US citizens.

 The current state of the world we live in has come about in no small part due to our utilizing language in the ways we do. How we collectively think and act regarding the natural world is rooted in large part in the worldview that humans are the most intelligent and enlightened species of the animal kingdom and therefore of greater import. It also carries the notion that humans are the species to whom Earth’s varied and tremendous riches have been entrusted. Sounds rather arrogant when put this way but it is a worldview held by a great many people the world over. This worldview has caused many of us to believe that we are responsible to none other than ourselves and that Earth is here for our taking. In actuality, we are only one of a vast multitude of species who have a shared and deeply nuanced, temporary occupation of this planet we all call home. The lofty view of ourselves as above other animals has allowed us to continue to operate under thought and cultural value systems that see us as somehow removed from the natural world. We bend and bow to the demands of a powerfully entrenched consumer culture. Business and economics take precedence over the well being of the air, soil and waters upon which life forms ultimately depend for their survival—the human species included. And to what end?

 The folly with which we have proceeded over the past two hundred plus years since the industrial revolution saw the mechanization of labour and mass production of goods has caused the undesirable effect of interrupting the balance of life support systems in nature thereby causing the demise of millions of other unspoken life forms along with it. We have been taught to seek our happiness through mass consumption of products and lifestyles dependent on imported, assembly line goods. Our worth is tied closely to our ability to consume. We reinforce this with celebrations fueled and dependent upon our shopping habits. Many people unquestioningly believe that we have improved our lot—rising GDP, rising life expectancy, but with this too has come rising sea levels and a warming planet, large scale destruction of long established areas of incredible biodiversity such as rain forests and coral reefs and the rapid growth of human poverty and a deepening sense of dis-connection and dis-ease.

 Another recent encounter had me quite troubled by the language used when a relatively small area of wet land supporting cattails, spring peepers and a variety of other wetland species was referred to as“inconsequential” in terms of biological significance. Do the spring peepers feel inconsequential when they sing their little hearts out each spring or do they simply feel alive like the rest of us?

  Who knows? The short answer is that the language used in both instances is representative of a mindset which upholds the norm that humans have the right to decide the fate of the natural world. Imagine if we applied the precautionary principle towards land development? Would biodiversity be more respected? Would we only develop what we truly need?

 In the web of life, nothing, and I mean NOTHING is inconsequential. The supreme hubris of humankind combined with a glaring lack of awareness of the inter-connectedness of all things has led to everything from whales washing ashore with stomachs full of car parts and plastic as well as a dearth of human health problems from overuse of antibiotics and other pharmaceuticals to a food system which has swung so far from wholesome, local and in season that we forget how our ancestors ate. The sad tale is a long one. Every choice we make in our patterns of consumption at the grocery store, market, at the block store, drug store, hardware store, craft store, furniture, and toy and clothing stores has an effect on everything. Every single product we use in our daily lives came from somewhere and is going somewhere. There is no magical away for the toxins we utilize. They bio-accumulate in our bodies, and contaminate the soil, air and waters of the earth.

The good news is that Earth is an incredibly resilient planet and given time can heal the wounds we have inflicted upon it. But the timeline to heal may be a very long one and far, far too much diversity of life may continue to be lost in the interim. It is high time we reconsider what we truly require for a happy and meaningful life and consider the ways that our current lifestyles are negatively impacting the natural world. The beauty of nature whispers to us. Our job is to become better and more responsive listeners.

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True joyfulness cannot be commodifed. 
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Mindfulness is a powerful action towards creating change with ease.

In hope,

Jill