Category: Environment

Wolf Spirit

Wolf Spirit

The wolf approached me from behind as I sat on the ground with my cameras. He reached over my shoulder, bringing his face next to mine. I closed my eyes and he gently licked my neck.

Something shifted within me at that moment. A wild part of me was freed and I felt myself trust my own wildness, just as I trusted the wolf.

I was attending a program on wolves and was photographing them and their interactions with people. The crowd was thinning out and I was on the ground getting some really great shots of their faces. While focusing on one wolf, the other wolf became interested in me. The handler told me the wolf had been trying to reach me but I was just out of reach of his restraint. When he was able to touch me, it was evident he wanted to connect. I put my cameras aside and stroked him, while verbalizing my appreciation for his spirit.

When he reached for my neck, I surrendered in total trust. It was more than an internal shift–it was a leap toward my own nature.

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Human fear nearly wiped out the wild wolf population in our country. How sad that we project our fear onto innocents. Innocent?, you ask. There has never been any confirmed attack and killing of a human by a healthy wolf. Tales of terror have been programmed into our psyches, but wolves are almost exactly the opposite of what we’ve been told. They are social, friendly, and highly intelligent. They have a tremendous sense of family and have a strong ‘wolf’ code the family groups live by. Wolves use body language to communicate and learn at an early age to read movements, glances, and other gestures and assign great meaning to them. Wild wolves avoid humans through their sense of smell that is said to be 100 times greater than our olfactory ability. Ted Andrew’s says, “Many believe that the true test of America’s sincerity about protecting the environment will revolve around whether or not the wolf remains protected and is allowed to be reintroduced into areas of the country where it has heretofore been eliminated. The wolf is the true spirit of the free and unspoiled wilderness.”

The Nature of Respect

The Nature of Respect

Wharf crabs
How much impact does a species have to have on you to gain your respect? Does it need to be able to read and write? Or be food for you or other humans? What defines respect? What criteria do we set to make choices about whether we act respectfully to another species or a river or ocean? Must there be a direct payoff to us for us to cultivate appreciation or respect?

Perhaps we show respect to that which we value. Can we gauge the value humans place on our planet…wild places, wildlife…by the level of respect exhibited?

If there is a direct relationship between value and respect there is much work to be done…within us all. Let it begin now.

Letting Go

Letting Go

I realized today that I have been attached to people ‘getting’ the seriousness of the situation at the Gulf. Of understanding that all is NOT well there and the seafood is tainted with oil. I have invested a lot of energy into hoping…praying…that there would be an awakening that would positively affect not only the Gulf Coast, but the entire planet. The more I see attention-deficit mainstream media move on to other adreneline-pumping stories and leave the hard road of environmental and economic recovery of this area behind, the more stressed I become. Why? Because I have been attached to an outcome.

In my attachment, and the resulting anger that collectively people are just not getting it, I was missing the real reason for my monthly visits to the Gulf Coast–to minister to the wildlife and environment by telling the story. When I had that ‘ah-ha’ moment today, it felt like a weight lifted from my shoulders and I relaxed and refocused my attention–my INTENTION.

I let go today. I cannot force anyone to listen, pay attention, stop eating contaminated seafood, stop swimming in contaminated water or to slow down and really observe what is happening on the beaches, under the water, to the plants. By letting go I have more energy to devote to what I feel called to do: Document what I see, hear, smell, taste and feel when I am at the Gulf Coast. By telling the story, those willing to listen will have honest, truthful information.

Before the oil came ashore in Alabama, I made a promise to this Ghost Crab. After warning it to leave the beach and head for safer territory in the dunes, it helped me see that its loss of life could be a teaching–that all lives lost due to this disaster could be a teaching, a reminder, that our greed and misuse of resources is out of control. So in memory of this little teacher, I recommit to telling the story and let go of things and people I have no control over. Feels like a good step.

Science VS Common Sense

Science VS Common Sense

The only thing that calmed me this morning was envisioning a beautiful rose, deep red and full of delightful scent. I imagined the smell and saw it blossoming in my heart. The anger and frustration over BP and the government’s ‘head-in-the-sand’ approach to the oil spill has troubled me greatly and an article I read this morning lit my fuse.

The article was published by the New York Times November 5th. The quote that made me stomp around my kitchen taking deep breaths was this: “The discovery of the dead corals offers the strongest evidence so far that oil from the BP well may have harmed marine life in the deep ocean.” This statement was made by Dr. Charles Fisher of NOAA, the governmental agency that has reopened almost the entire Gulf of Mexico to seafood harvesting. I know, I know…their samples show minimal amounts of dispersants and oil in seafood. But how is it that I can walk on the beach and find dead crabs with blackened lungs (gills)? Of course, I’m not taking them to a lab for testing but they sure look different than the crabs we caught and cooked when I was growing up on the Gulf Coast. In those days the crabs had creamy-white gills. I’m no scientist but unless crabs have taken to cigar smoking, something is amiss. Maybe they are not sampling in the “right” places. And YEAH! they are finally admitting that the oil spill may have harmed marine life in the deep ocean, but really? I mean…is this NEWS to anyone? That they are admitting it…okay, THAT is newsworthy!

I observed Portuguese Man-O-Wars washed up with suspicious-looking grayish-black specks in them. OIL? If not, they have certainly changed their coloring by some miracle of nature. But again, I’m only a woman with a camera and a keen curiosity and love of nature, not a scientist.

And I know the sea gulls and shore birds I’ve observed in the past week have excessive leg and foot injuries and I thought maybe, just maybe, it could be from the oil they walked through this summer. And pardon my leap to suggest a Willet I saw puking on the beach, whose vomit was full of broken pieces of shells and mucus, was suffering from some illness or maybe hunger because there is no food (live shells) for him to eat. Once again, I’m not sampling the vomit or don’t have a way to ask the birds if their foot and leg injuries came from the oil. “Excuse me, when did you start having symptoms of your foot falling off?” But is it such a leap to wonder if the oil is the cause?

I totally understand that we must have hard evidence–scientific evidence–to draw conclusions. I know that hard science proves the connection from the BP Oil gusher to dead marine life. But where is the common sense of scientists? Are they so programmed to believe only what they can prove that they lose their ability to use common sense?

If there is a toxic substance, let’s just say 5 million barrels (55 gallons in a barrel). Added to it was another toxic substance….maybe 2 million gallons of it… that causes toxic substance #1 to be readily absorbed by marine organisms. Mix it all up in salt water and what do YOU think will happen? Without your high school or college biology knowledge, without knowledge of chemistry. WHAT DO YOU THINK WILL HAPPEN? Do you think things that live in this mixture will be negatively affected by it?

It seems as if those of us still concerned about the Gulf–wildlife, plant life, human life–keep hitting walls of bureaucratic reasoning that border on nonsensical. Really NOAA, the oil did NOT disappear magically. You allowed it to be dispersed…it sank and now…oops! It’s still there. And finally…FINALLY…your own scientists think that maybe a reef seven miles southwest of the blown oil well might indeed have been killed by the oil–no, no…the oil may have “harmed marine life.” I am not sure why Jane Lubchenco, NOAA administrator, started supporting the idea that perhaps the oil may have harmed marine life (she was the one that said the majority of the oil was gone) but whatever the reason, at least there IS reason starting to percolate in government scientists.

Please forgive the obvious unrestrained assault on the governmental scientific community. But after listening to EPA and USDA scientists at a meeting in Mobile, Alabama, in June contradict their own statements about whether dispersant use was safe, after knowing the government supported BP’s use of toxic chemicals banned in the UK (dispersant), after watching Jane Lubchenco say the oil was nearly gone (and independent scientists saying NO, it’s not), after finding evidence of oil in crabs and jellyfish, on marine life, seeing oil STILL washing up on the beaches of Alabama (as of Oct 27th), and personally experiencing airborne oil during high winds and surf on the Alabama Gulf Coast….I don’t feel anything but disbelief and frustration that our NOAA government agency is: 1) Stupid enough to believe the rest of us are stupid; or 2) Just really stupid themselves.

Can’t you be a scientist and have common sense?

Steps to staying healthy while visiting the Gulf Coast beaches:
1. Don’t dig in the sand.
2. Don’t wade in water that is bubbling with light-brown froth (this includes swimming)
3. Don’t eat fish, crabs, shrimp, oysters. PLEASE, for your own safety, wait a year or two. I really believe there is danger…I’ve seen it first hand.
4. If there is high wind and surf, blowing from the south, do not go onto the beaches. The oil is airborne. I saw it, I felt it, I rubbed oil off of sea oats the last week of October.
5. Don’t go barefoot on the sand.
6. Don’t trust the local officials as they turned their heads to beach-goers who were swimming in highly contaminated oily waters–I have video and photographs from the summer. The local officials want tourists to think it is safe so they will keep coming to the beaches.

I want my home state and other coastal states to have successful businesses. I want there to be prosperity. But not at the expense of your health, or the health of those you love. Be observant, educate yourself fully, and know the risks.

An Incredible Journey

An Incredible Journey

Two days ago, I was completing my last survey of the beaches for my October trip to the Gulf Coast. As I walked the last half mile of shoreline, I came upon a monarch butterfly laying in the surf–her colors brilliant in contrast to the pale sand.

I stopped to photograph this beautiful expression of nature. Intently watching through the lens, I saw a fuzzy, black leg move. I quickly hung my camera over my shoulder and picked up the fragile traveler. Her wings were saturated with salt water and damaged. I knew she would never fly again, much less make it across the Gulf of Mexico to the wintering area for millions of monarchs.

Cradled in my hand, she rested in the sunlight as I protected her from the breeze. As we walked, I thought of the amazing journey these tiny insects make. No GPS, no maps, no verbal directions. Pure instinct.

Suddenly another monarch flew past, out over open water, to begin the long stretch of her journey with no rest, food, or sleep until she reaches land on the other side of the Gulf. I wished a warm wind to gently help her as she fluttered out of sight.

Then I remembered the oil-laden winds of a few days ago and I cringed. How would the contaminates affect monarchs? I saw and felt what it did to sea oats. Could the fragile wings of these orange marvels cope with a thin coating of oil?

A very slight flutter caused me to refocus on the treasure in my hand. At first, I felt sadness knowing this little adventurous one would never make it to the end of her journey. Then I realized she had completed her journey. She was not attached to making it to monarch mecca. I was attached…for her.

Sometimes we think arriving at a hoped-for destination is the only measure of success. We get so caught up in where we think we ‘should’ be that we forget where we are. True success is being present to realize beauty and recognize blessings around us. My brightly-winged friend worked to the end of her life to follow the instinct calling her onward. That’s all any of us need do to have an incredible journey.

I carried her in my hand to the car, up the highway, and into my mother’s beautiful flowers. There, in the final moments of her life, in this realm, she was nurtured by the love my mother showers on her garden.