In the places where whispers carry
Where you hold your breath
And believe yourself less,
There is a truth.
A truth as gentle as a melody,
As limitless as the sky,
As honest as a mountain lake,
No push, no need to try,
A truth that shimmers with the light of you,
The bright of you
The irrepressible delight of you,
The take my breath away flight of you,
The I will not go silently into the night of you,
The ‘Oh my God’, just feel the might of you,
The break me wide open sight of you,
When at last you have embraced all of you,
Accepted the day and night of you,
The luminescent, spontaneous grace of you,
I want you to know I’m in awe of you
All of you,
wild orgasmic inch of you
Every wild unfettered gesture of alive of you
~ Clare Dubois, founder of TreeSisters.org
It’s 3:23 in the morning, and I’m awake
because my great, great, grandchildren won’t let me sleep.
My great, great, grandchildren ask me in dreams,
what did you do, while the planet was plundered?
What did you do, when the earth was unravelling?
Surely you did something when the seasons started failing,
as the mammals, reptiles, and birds were all dying?
Did you fill the streets with protest when democracy was stolen?
What did you do once you knew?
~ Drew Dellinger
I have logger friends who no longer speak to me. They think I’m a tree hugging nut. They are adamant about the trees being ‘renewable resources’. My questions to them is:
“Out of all the trees you have cut down how many have you planted to take their place?” Before you answer with, That is someone else’s department … another question I have is: “Have you held that ‘other department’ accountable to do their part?” and “Do you care that they have not?”
Anger abounds from a man who is trying to feed his family, he may think that tree lovers are trying to take away his livelihood, and this simply is not the case.
The trees are our next breath. If they are not replenished in a manner that is sustainablefor the planet, then we are killing ourselves, and those we claim to love. This is the real issue.
I love a campfire, roasting marshmallows, and the woods as much as the next person. I love having wood to burn in my fireplace in the winter, however, balance is needed, and it is obvious, there is none.
Rather than warring with each other, we ought to work together … different aspects of the whole, to ensure that what we do is balanced and good for all.
Two weeks ago I hiked the Cape Horn Trailhead and I wondered why I had this urgent need to hike the 8.3 miles. Now I know. The loss of this beautiful forest is indeed one of the most tragic things to hit the Northwest.
Home … I lived in this forest 12 miles from the nearest town, the nearest neighbor a mile to the left and right and the river to one side and the mountains to the other. I knew this forest intimately … well enough that upon my recent adventures to visit the trees I knew they were not doing well.
I spoke with Rangers near the Ripplebrook Ranger Station this last weekend and discovered that there has been a disease they were trying to combat. It is difficult to see from this beautiful picture, but they were dry, brittle, and dying on the inside. Being part of the forest every waking moment for those 8 years I can sense, and see, the suffering.
At Panther Creek I noted a big Forest Service sign stating they were growing an experimental forest, this “disease” is making all of the forests sick … now there are many which burn.
This is my home … I went to bed every night listening to the Wind River as it flowed outside my bedroom window, the forest alive with the sound of the life it held. In the past month my visits to this forest have been filled with silence, no songs were being sung, like they once were.
I have been blessed with a final opportunity to say my appreciation to these wonderful trees, these trees and land that healed me when I was broken. I thank God for urging me in their direction … one last time … before they had to go.
It is tragic … this beautiful life giver of a forest … gone.
The Forest Service and Rangers are doing everything they can to maintain the health of our forests. I learned yesterday that although a wildfire in 2015 cause much of the damage I saw in the Mt Hood Forest, there is indeed a new ‘disease’ that is being fought with experimental methods in one section of the forest.
When we visit different forests we see that the overall health of the trees, in all places, is failing. Some people do not see this. There are many factors which no one is willing to admit are occurring (and I will not repeat in this post), however they ARE occurring and the forests are suffering.
While on my hike yesterday, I picked up cigarette butts that were thrown to the ground by people. Of the many I plucked from the ground, only one (1) had the filter removed and carried away by the smoker, so I would like to thank that ONE person for caring about the forest. As an ex-smoker, I understand completely both sides of this reality, and my hope is that those who still suffer this addiction will one day see, and be aware, that filters do not decompose and are harmful to the forest which they love and wish to spend time in.
These trees purify our breath so that we may again take in another. This is how important they are … they are our next breath. Let us behave as though we care. Let us be aware.