Tag: Eco-Spirituality

Rise Up

Rise Up

I took the day off from the paying gig to follow my passion. I created the music, then added images I’ve taken throughout the years. I hope you enjoy.

The Grating Expanse of Stillness

The Grating Expanse of Stillness

I set my alarm for 4.30am so I could go hike my favorite trail today. I had mixed feelings because it’s busy on a regular summer day, but the 4th of July weekend…I wasn’t sure.

Then, I woke up at 1.30am and couldn’t get back to sleep, so turned off the alarm and decided if I woke up early enough to get a parking space, I’d go and if not, I’d just stay home and skip the stress of the throngs of people.

I finally went back to sleep and slept until 6.09am, about the time I needed to be pulling into a parking space at the trail head. Whatever. I didn’t want to be around a ga-zillon people anyway and drive through the park with the insanity of traffic on this busy weekend.

But I miss the trail and miss the full day it takes to hike it….considering the day starts at 4.30 when I wake and then the hour long drive to the trail head, the 3 hours up and 2.5 hours down and then trying to pull out on the highway that runs through the park and the inevitable stoppage of traffic if someone takes a curve too fast. Two…three hours waiting for wreckers, rangers, and ambulances isn’t that unusual. So…gardening for me today.

I’m an active person who finds hiking in these mountains a wonderful way to engage with Nature and burn off my inner crazy. Stillness isn’t easy for me…at least on a meditation cushion. 

I enjoy stillness through yoga…a sort of moving stillness that is at the same time grounding and expansive. But perhaps my most still moments are when I’m hiking the steep trails through upper elevation forests of fir and spruce trees. I’m physically exerting myself significantly, yet the trees and rocks and moss ground me deeply into their place so I can soar.

Traditionally we think of stillness as sitting and ‘doing nothing’ and letting our mind still. My mind is at its stillest point when I am in Nature, connecting viscerally with everything around me. That’s when everything aligns and calms within me. But sit me on a cushion and tell me to be still and silent and my mind screams at the grating expanse of stillness. 

When the Forest Rises Up

When the Forest Rises Up

John Seed once said, “I am part of the rainforest protecting itself.” He is the father of the Australian Deep Ecology movement and founder of the Rainforest Information Centre. The idea he shares is that we are One with all life and when we are open, we can take action as an extension of the Earth protecting itself. 

I first learned of John Seed when I spent a week with Joanna Macy and thirty other individuals learning about Deep Ecology and healing our disconnect from Earth. This was after I spent a year documenting the BP Deepwater Horizon Gulf of Mexico Oil Disaster and was emotionally and spiritually burned out, depressed, exhausted. Joanna helped me heal and open myself again to alignment with beauty.

Twenty-five years after the explosion of Deepwater Horizon, killing 11 workers and creating the largest oil spill in the history of marine oil drilling operations, I was hiking with friends on Alum Cave trail. Three days before Earth Day. We made it to LeConte Lodge and enjoyed lunch, sitting on a grassy area. One friend wanted to stay at the lodge, so the other friend and I decided to hike to Cliff Tops, a short distance from the lodge.

We almost left our packs with Pam, but decided to take them in case she wanted to walk around or visit the store. There are two trails to Cliff Tops and I led us up the longer one. As soon as we turned onto Cliff Tops trail, off of the Boulevard Trail, we smelled smoke and saw a billowing puff coming from a grassy area. Without looking at each other to talk about it or pausing a second, we sprinted through the woods toward the smoke and found an actively burning fire in a very poorly constructed circle of rocks. There was dry grass all around and high winds. Thank goodness we had our packs with our water supply!

Paige is a battalion chief in a fire department in Georgia and immediately took action. We emptied our water containers onto the fire and she instructed me to run back to the lodge and get water and let the lodge staff know what was happening. She continued to work on digging a proper pit around the fire while I ran back with her water bottles and the water bladder from my pack.

Once I arrived at the lodge, I instructed a guy to run tell the staff about the fire, where it was and our efforts to extinguish it. I refilled our containers and ran back up the trail. Paige had made considerable progress in extinguishing the fire, which was smoldering when I returned. She carefully used the 5 liters of water to cool the remaining hot areas. And then two gals from the lodge arrived with a shovel to bury the fire remnants with soil.

Never in my life have I felt like two individuals, one a fire chief, were so in the right place at the right time. The wind was blowing toward the lodge. One spark from that fire onto the dry grass could have created a loss of not only historic structures, but acres and acres of ancient forest, not to mention human lives and wildlife. The experience reminded me of John Seed’s quote….I am part of the rainforest protecting itself.

Paige & Simone

I met other hikers who ignored my request to bring their water to the fire, so perhaps they didn’t understand the seriousness of the situation or they weren’t consciously open to the call of the forest. I don’t know. But I do know that Paige and I love places like this and have a deep place of connection with them and all life. Perhaps that conscious connection allowed us to respond to the forest, allowed it to rise up through us to protect itself. 

When I reflect back on that moment, at the exact right timing, at Paige being there bringing her expertise to the exact location where it was needed, to my knowing where the closest water hydrant was located…I really do feel that somehow our openness and love of Nature called us to that intersection of need and skill. 

Imagine what can happen in our lives and in this world if many of us are open to using our skills and allow life to call us to that intersection where need and skill meet, not just once, but as a life practice. I believe the world could be transformed.

Simone, Paige, Pam
Cycles

Cycles

Laughter erupted spontaneously as the stars witnessed my sudden understanding. Photographing the night sky, whether through a camera and tripod or a telescope, is a master course in patience. You cannot force the stars to move any faster, if you are wanting to capture their movement to create a star trails image. You can’t stop clouds from moving in to obscure the galaxy the telescope is imaging. The moon won’t slow its rising to give another 10 minutes of dark sky. The sun won’t go down any faster to help you start the imaging session sooner. The laughter emerged when I realized I was having to embody the cycles and timing of Nature…to S L O W down and be present. A nearly constant message coming from every direction these days.

For months I’ve been ‘listening’ to trees. Or feeling trees. However a human might interpret that idea. To me, it’s listening to them. Why do humans go so fast? That’s the question I hear when I’m hiking among the old ones on the high trails. My answers have varied. Snow’s moving in, gotta make it to my car before the road closes. Wind’s picking up, don’t wanna be hit by a falling branch. It’s raining. I’m hungry. The list grows. 

But when I take the time to sit on the moss-covered, fallen tree, I meld into the forest. I slow down. I remember cycles. I remember to breathe. 

M 81 or Bode’s Galaxy

The stars teach me this, too. Inhale………..exhale. Pause. Inhale………exhale. Pause. Let go. Remember. 

Total Eclipse of the Moon

I am the cycles of Nature. I am the stars, the moon, the galaxies. They are me. We are part of a whole. Separation no longer exists. Peace comes….and then? The clouds creep in. And it’s okay. 

The Anchor Point

The Anchor Point

M 51–The Whirlpool Galaxy

“The stars serve as an anchor point of stability in a dangerous and ever-changing world.” This quote from The First Astronomers: How Indigenous Elders Read the Stars, sang in my mind last night as I stood beneath the blanket of twinkling beauty.

I don’t recognize the country that I dearly love. It has become a war zone of political insanity, with fear being the commodity propagated by the current administration. It’s unbearable to stay fully informed, but the small news bites I allow to filter through my boundaries, drive me deeper into the woods and cause me to linger longer under night skies absorbing the beauty and capturing it to share, with hope that it brings comfort to those who also need an anchor point of stability.

May we gather in beauty and celebrate it, in its many forms. It is possible, in that space of undeniable grace, that we may find each other again and come together in Oneness.


The First Astronomers: How Indigenous Elders Read the Stars by Duane Hamacher with Elders and Knowledge Holders.