Summer is alive with transition. We push our fingers into wet warming soil, carefully dropping tiny seeds. Watch as the first early summer shoots rise from the ground. Wait with anticipation as we tend with trepidation, fearing hail, marauders, weeding, supporting, watering, feeding. And, finally, late summer we reap. Grateful for the bounty bestowed.
The rhythm of the season, like the pacing of feet or a song of words, a steady progression yet filled with hesitation, tumbling, skipping, harmonics.
While this blog is about my experiences with life and nature this essay Back to Nature by George Monbiot on the bbc website sees the world that I see. Speaks with lovely words and pictures. Reminds us that rebirth is not just possible, but that we can all contribute.
It’s a true testament to the humanity that lives within all of us. A wonderful read.
When I look at my animal and bird friends and neighbors I am often surprised by the complexity of their behaviours. Recently, for instance, I have come to be aware that I can tell which predator is in the area. A slow lazy alarm call, whether from the chipmunk, blue jay, chickadee, and usually all three or more, means skunks. A rapid alarm means the cat. A variety of birds calling out while congregated in one area means someone is being eaten there.
I bring this up because as humans we have an understanding of observed truths about our fellow beings and yet we are burdened with a host of what can only be called myths.
One of the more egregious myths, I would posit, is that humans are somehow uniquely conscious. I have considered this idea to be myth for some time. Here’s why.
WWI Britian and France were on the verge of capitulation, having worn themselves out at the loss of as many as a million men, when a Canadian soldier, Arthur Currie, entered the war.
The turnabout came at Ypres when the Germans used poison gas for the first time. Clouds of chlorine boiled over the Allied trenches. French troops on the Canadians’ left flank broke, leaving a 7-kilometre (4.3 mi) long hole in the Allied line. Now only two factors could save the allies from defeat.