magically from water air the soil from water earth air earth water air light earth and sunlight
sunlight vibrating waves shimmering grasses in the sun
........Felicia Miller*
Saying Farewell
Pink Ladies say "Hello"
"Then what is the answer?— Not to be deluded by dreams. To know that great civilizations have broken down into violence, and their tyrants come, many times. To keep one’s own integrity, and not wish for evil and not be duped by dreams of universal justice or happiness. Those dreams will not be fulfilled. To know this, and yet know that however ugly the parts appear the whole remains beautiful.
Integrity is wholeness, beauty is Organic wholeness
Love that, not man apart from that"
Not Man Apart - Robinson Jeffers
*My friend Felicia passed away in 2010 - she was a mermaid never entirely easy on land. Robinson Jeffers spent much of his life wandering the Big Sur coastline of California. I always think of them both when I visit the coast, feeling perhaps their spirits leaving footprints in the sand still.
Then what is the answer? Not to be deluded by dreams. To know that great civilizations have broken down into violence, and their tyrants come, many times before. When open violence appears, to avoid it with honor or choose the least ugly faction; these evils are essential. To keep one’s own integrity, be merciful and uncorrupted and not wish for evil; and not be duped By dreams of universal justice or happiness. These dreams will not be fulfilled. To know this, and know that however ugly the parts appear the whole remains beautiful. A severed hand Is an ugly thing and man dissevered from the earth and stars and his history... for contemplation or in fact... appears atrociously ugly. Integrity is wholeness, the greatest beauty is organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and all things, the divine beauty of the universe. Love that, not man apart from that, or else you will share man’s pitiful confusions, or drown in despair when his days darken." - Robinson Jeffers
"Seldom do we realize that the world is practically no thicker to us than the print of our footsteps on the path. Upon that surface we walk and act our comedy of life, and what is beneath is nothing to us. But it is out from that under-world, from the dead and the unknown, from the cold moist ground, that these green blades have sprung." ............Robinson Jeffers
Then what is the answer? Not to be deluded by dreams. To know the great civilizations
have broken down into violence, and their tyrants come, many times before. When open violence appears, to avoid it with honor or choose the least ugly faction; these evils are essential. To keep one’s own integrity, be merciful and uncorrupted and not wish for evil; and not be duped by dreams of universal justice or happiness. These dreams will not be fulfilled. To know this, and know that however ugly the parts appear the whole remains beautiful. A severed hand is an ugly thing, and man dissevered from the earth and stars and his history... for contemplation or in fact... appears atrociously ugly. Integrity is wholeness, the greatest beauty is organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and all things, the divine beauty of the universe. Love that, not man Apart from that or else you will share man’s pitiful confusions, or drown in despair when his days darken.
photo by MicStephens
I've been trying to find a way to articulate what I feel for a long time now. This past year especially, I've found myself overwhelmed with the destruction of the environment, and the immanent changes that are upon us. Our global civilization, with all its promise, and yet just in its infancy, increasingly looks like a runaway train. To mature, in the little time that has been given us, to meet the challenges of climate change and our evolution and promise as a common humanity on a small planet.......how to sustain that dream?
Now that the U.S. has put Trump*** and what he represents into power, I despair. He and his Republican regime are calling global warming "A Chinese hoax" even as the poles are melting, the permafrost is melting, and islands are disappearing. They pound their chests and threaten nuclear war as they withdraw the U.S. from the Paris Accord, prepare to end the Environmental Protection Agency, the Clean Energy Act, renew the pipelines that leak poison into our rivers. I watch America become dismantled, our Constitution increasingly broken, the tyrant minds of greed and violence like the Dark Lord of Tolkien's books overtaking America. Yes, that despair I've been feeling for a long time has deepened, and I find myself increasingly asking myself, "How do I live in these times?"
Every generation, perhaps, has to ask that. Or perhaps not. Perhaps many generations behind me lived with a surety of continuity in their families, countries, tribes, environments, that, even if not true (because change is the only constant), was true for their time. But I have lived in an extraordinary time, when change is too rapid to assimilate, and not only our tribes and nations are threatened, but our very planet, the Mother Earth we take as the ultimate constant.........is changing, is threatened. And humanity, for all of our beauty and brilliance, is still in its infancy.
It's always been with me, this "Before the Deluge" (which is also an important movie) mentality. It took different forms, but it was always there, the shadow that hung over my generation, born just after WWII with its inconceivable violence, and in the shadow of the nuclear bomb. For all the prosperity of the 50's, we knew what horror humanity was capable of, and we knew life was tenuous. I remember the surrealism of the "get under your desk" exercises, the Cold War, and the bomb shelter my father made in the closet, with a barrel of water and stacks of canned beans and tuna fish. It was always there, the Shadow.
Berkeley was ahead of its time, and in 1970 I remember taking recycled bags to the Food Co-op. We spoke of "voluntary simplicity", and of Zero Population Growth, and in 1973 I had a tubal ligation so I would not contribute further to the problem. We fought for the redwoods, we talked about growing our own vegetables, and we marched, and marched. We marched against Vietnam, we marched for Women's Rights and birth control and abortion, we marched for Free Speech, and we began to march increasingly for the Environment. People did sit down strikes at the nuclear power stations that so dangerously sat atop California fault lines, they chained themselves to old growth redwoods to keep forests from being clear cut. I saw the evolution of the Women's Movement and the evolution of Environmentalism, and then the evolution of Eco-feminism, which saw the profound relationship between the two evolutionary threads. I remember when Time Magazine did its Endangered Earth edition in 1989. Almost 20 years later in 2006 I saw the former Vice President of the U.S., Al Gore, produce "An Inconvenient Truth", shown in all major theatres. Not much changed.
I've come to agree with the founders of the Dark Mountain Project, and their Manifesto. Our civilization is not sustainable, our worldwide economic system is manifestly unethical, and our descendants cannot have the hope and privilege we have known. And as I say that I acknowledge that the majority of human beings on this planet have never had the hope and privilege that I have. The question is, how do you live with that?
For myself, I'm going to focus on what I love, and hope to learn to be a loving person in the time that I am granted here. And I aspire to live in as much simplicity and gratitude as I may. Despair, anger, polarization, none of this is helping me. My work has always been an effort to share Her image, in many different forms and with many different faces. I'll continue to make my shrines, and reliquaries, and words of praise to Her, in all of Gaia's vast diversity and indescribable beauty. It has been a privilege to live within Gaia, and a privilege to live in this time. It has been a privilege to live. Let my life become a prayer of gratitude, and perhaps some of those threads will go forward to those who are yet to come. Perhaps they will not curse all of us. But we'll never know.
A manifesto for change
"The Dark Mountain Project is a network of writers, artists and thinkers who have stopped believing the stories our civilization tells itself. We produce and seek out writing, art and culture rooted in place, time and nature."
The Dark Mountain Project was initially created as a journal by the former deputy editor of the Ecologist, Paul Kingsnorth. He and colleagues became disillusioned with the narratives of environmentalism, and so they decided to write their own. Eventually this evolved into a large artistic, literary, and scientific community, as well as workshops and the "Uncivilization Festivals". As he explains:
"Out of this huddle came a slim, self-published pamphlet that we called Uncivilisation: the Dark Mountain Manifesto. It was a clarion call to those who, like us, did not believe that the future would be an upgraded version of the present, and who wanted to help forge a new cultural response to the human predicament. It called for a clear-sighted view of humanity's true place in the world. We had no idea if this would resonate, but it did - all over the world. We sold hundreds of manifestos and attracted enthusiastic support from thousands of people. A movement began to coalesce. What was most fascinating – and telling – about it was the common thread running through it. So many of the communications we received were from people who professed a profound sense of relief. They too had been going through the motions about 'saving the planet' but had long since stopped believing it. Coming across other people who didn't believe it either, and who wanted to forge a new way of looking at the future, got a lot of people very excited.
To me, this is the most exciting thing about the Dark Mountain Project. It has brought together people from all over the world, from varied backgrounds – writers, poets, illustrators, engineers, scientists, woodworkers, teachers, songwriters, farmers – all of whom are tied together by a shared vision. It is a vision that a few years back would have seemed heretical to many greens, but which is now gaining wide traction as the failure of humanity to respond to the crises it has created becomes increasingly obvious. Together we are able to say it loud and clear: we are not going to 'save the planet'. The planet is not ours to save. The planet is not dying; but our civilisation might be, and neither green technology nor ethical shopping is going to prevent a serious crash."
*Much of Jeffers' poetry was written in narrative and epic form, but he is also known for his shorter verse and is considered an icon of the environmental movement. Influential in some circles, despite or because of his philosophy of "inhumanism", Jeffers believed that transcending conflict required human concerns to be de-emphasized in favor of the boundless whole. This led him to oppose U.S. participation in World War II, a stand that was controversial after the U.S. entered the war
To day I remember that the Winter Solstice was perhaps the earliest universal holy day, celebrated in different ways in different places throughout the world from the earliest days of human culture. When language was young, when even the gods and goddesses had not yet taken human forms in the human imagination, but ran instead with deer in the forest, flew with the wings of crows, or were glimpsed nameless from the awed depths of every numinous pool........ even then, this was a holy day, a day of celebration.
Long ago ancestors lit fires before cave homes to welcome the shining god who was the sun return from mysterious underworld depths. They built stones or made circles or created doorways to be aligned with the sun's pathway. They left offerings of food to show their gratitude, they invented songs or danced throughout the long cold night, grateful, encouraging, hoping to help the Sun on his difficult journey to the promise of new life.
I remember today that holy days begin among our most ancient, instinctual roots, taproots that reach down, deeply entwined within the visible and invisible web of life. Planet Earth turns her face toward her star again, circling in brilliant orbit, bearing every evolving, responsive, living, infinitely conversant be-ing within her fragile, exquisite azure skin on her long journey.
Perhaps I can regain, for just one instant, that pre-verbal, instinctual animal knowing, found beneath the pages of any book written with five fingered hands, beneath each inscribed layer of words, signs, hieroglyphs, pictures in jet or ochre or sepia, the primal light, luminous beneath the oldest pages. Veneer peels away, revealing a pentimento, an ancient heartbeat, shared again with all beings that keep vigil on the night of the winter Solstice. The light is returning again.
Berkeley was ahead of its time, and in 1970 I remember taking recycled bags to the Food Co-op. We spoke of "voluntary simplicity", and of Zero Population Growth, and in 1973 I had a tubal ligation so I would not contribute further to the problem. We fought for the redwoods, we talked about growing our own vegetables, and we marched, and marched. We marched against Vietnam, we marched for Women's Rights and birth control and abortion, we marched for Free Speech, and we began to march increasingly for the Environment. People did sit down strikes at the nuclear power stations that so dangerously sat atop California fault lines, they chained themselves to old growth redwoods to keep forests from being clear cut. I saw the evolution of the Women's Movement and the evolution of Environmentalism, and then the evolution of Eco-feminism, which saw the profound relationship between the two evolutionary threads. I remember when Time Magazine did its Endangered Earth edition in 1989. Almost 20 years later in 2006 I saw the former Vice President of the U.S., Al Gore, produce "An Inconvenient Truth", shown in all major theatres. Not much changed.
