Showing posts with label choose this: love nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label choose this: love nature. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Thoreau: the earth is living poetry


Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)
The earth is not a mere fragment of dead history, stratum upon stratum like the leaves of a book, to be studied by geologists and antiquaries chiefly, but living poetry like the leaves of a tree, which precede flowers and fruit - not a fossil earth, but a living earth; compared with whose great central life all animal and vegetable life is merely parasitic. Its throes will heave our exuvi� from their graves ... You may melt your metals and cast them into the most beautiful moulds you can; they will never excite me like the forms which this molten earth flows out into.

Gibran: Earth delights to feel your bare feet...


Khalil Gibran (1883-1931)
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Sony World Photography Awards - Awesome!


Check out the winners of this year's Sony World Photography Awards!

http://www.worldphotographyawards.org/

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

The World's 10 Most Unbelievable Plants That Really Do Exist



Ever hear of a carnivorous plant? What about a plant that smells like rotting meat when it blooms? It may sound like something out of a horror movie or science fiction novel but these plants really exist. Here is a list of the World's Strangest Plants:

Amorphophallus titanium, also known as the corpse flower, tops our list not just because it only blooms 3-4 times during its 40 years of life but also because it releases an odor that is much like rotting meat when it does bloom. It is also not difficult to see how it got its name upon closer examination.

See the other nine by reading the full article:
http://www.naturehills.com/worlds_strangest_plants.aspx

Thursday, December 24, 2009

EXCELLENT ARTICLE: 'Standstill' My Beating Heart: A Lunar Love Affair By Cherilynn Morrow SETI Institute


'Standstill' My Beating Heart:
A Lunar Love Affair


By Cherilynn Morrow
SETI Institute
posted: 08 March 2007
09:43 am ET

Two lovers, a thousand miles apart and yearning to be back in each other's arms, may find a ray of comfort as they gaze upon the same Moon, knowing that they are bathing together in celestial light from the same source.

Or more likely in the modern world, our lovers will "IM" their terms of endearment while bathing in the light of their LCD displays, blissfully oblivious to what the Moon is doing. Of course the SETI Institute (which I recently joined) is building the Allen Telescope Array to pick up Not-So-Instant Messaging from interstellar technologists.

Certainly I am much involved with the technology of modern communication, and I do appreciate its power to keep me on the pulse of personal, worldly, and extra-terrestrial affairs.

Yet this past year I decided to spend some substantial time away from the clicks, bleeps, and ring tones that pervade modern living. I traveled out to sea, and to remote, desert locations like Chaco Canyon and Chimney Rock.

Cell phones and Internet connections don't work well in the midst of seas and deserts, but there are other forms of connection that do. I made real contact with a time when humans were keen observers of the sky and lived in closer communion with their cosmos.

For example, one night I was astonished to realize that the subtle glow I was discerning on the horizon was not the ubiquitous light pollution of yonder city, but the Milky Way rising!

This grand display of a spiral arm was profoundly alluring, so who could have predicted that my travels would sweep me into a serious, new love affair with a more commonly seen celestial companion - the Moon.

Yes, I confess that I have been communing unabashedly with the "Man in the Moon"--watching him with my naked eyes and sensing the way he draws me closer to the pulse of cosmic affairs. And yes, he does go through phases--a sign of inconstancy for some-- but I love the drama of his waxing and waning and have come to adore his evocative ways. He's truly an amazing dancer.

My lunar love affair ignited last spring aboard an Italian cruise ship. We sailed to the middle of the Mediterranean where I basked for awhile in his fleeting shadow. What a potent moment as he blocked the light of the mighty Sun at midday. Such a heartthrob!

After the voyage, I learned that I was not alone in my loverly lunacy. One of my chums--a writer for Astronomy Magazine--had proposed marriage to his lady during those few minutes of total solar eclipse. Evidently this literally Sun-crossed couple chose to transcend any pre-modern superstition of foreboding, and to include the joys of traditional sky watching with the happy moment of their engagement.

A couple of months later, I made a challenging, 4-wheel drive to a remote, high-desert canyon in the American southwest. Chaco Culture National Historical Park is probably best known for the Sun Dagger ancient observatory atop its most prominent geological feature--Fajada Butte. It is also famous for a "supernova" pictograph, which may well be a rock art recording of that 1054 AD apparition by a Chacoan observer.

Chaco is a land of extremes--over 100 degrees Fahrenheit in July and below zero in January. May had seemed to me a fine month to carry out a mission to discover how my role as a regional representative of NASA space science might be of service to the Chaco interpretive staff. I had no idea that my Man in the Moon would be waiting there to further seduce me.

Shortly after I arrived in the Park, the Moon made his move. I watched him arise from behind a glorious red mound of rock, eventually presenting his splendid fullness soon after sundown (see photo). I felt that same cosmic heartthrob.

Now wait a minute. How could a simple event like a full moonrise at sunset hold such sway? I diverted my energy to designing how such a moment might be explained efficiently to Park visitors, and to determining which NASA educational materials might be best suited to the occasion.

But the Moon was not done with me.

An interpretive ranger, by the curious name of GB Cornucopia, happened to be leading a "Moonwalk" that evening, which included a sunset tour of Pueblo Bonito - the largest and most renowned example of Chaco's extraordinary sandstone architecture.

As I followed the tour, I was certainly not expecting GB's astronomical commentary to be of any news to me. After all, I held a doctoral degree in astrophysics and had taught modern astronomy for many years. I was there to serve GB, not the other way around. How delightful then, when such hubris was duly humbled with a dose of traditional knowledge that would turn my growing attraction to the Moon into a full-blown, passionate obsession.

GB told the assembled visitors how moonrises move north and south on the horizon during a single month, just as the sunrises do over the course of a year. Further inquiry revealed that the north-south extremes of this monthly excursion vary over an 18.6-year "lunar standstill cycle".

Now here's the big news. We are currently in the midst of a "major lunar standstill season" (2004-2007). This presents rare opportunities to directly experience the most northerly and southerly moonrises in 18.6 years and to attune to the sorts of observations made by the sky watchers of Chaco and many other ancient cultures around the world. Each month in this 3-year "season", the Moon outdoes the mighty Sun (here again) by rising and setting farther north and south than the Sun at its solstice extremes.

Be "standstill" my beating heart. Why hadn't I ever heard about this? I was crazy with curiosity, and there's nothing like a little mystery to enhance romantic interest.

I began to commune with those who investigate how to read the messages of astronomical observations and knowledge that were encoded and launched through time in Chacoan architecture and rock art. One of these archaeo-astronomers, Ron Sutcliffe, suggested a sacred tryst with the Moon in December at a place 100 miles north of Chaco, called Chimney Rock.

At Chimney Rock, my heart irresistibly opened as my full Man in the Moon, in one of his most dramatic northernmost apparitions in 18.6 years, rose between two magnificent rock pillars (see photo). This spectacle, sacred to both ancestral and modern Puebloan people, is possible only during a major lunar standstill season.

My former ignorance of the lunar standstill cycle is widely shared among modern astronomers, astronomy educators, and lunar explorers. Though they may well be aware of its abstract causes (namely the 5.1-degree inclination of the Moon's orbit to the ecliptic, and the slow regression of the lunar nodes), they are inattentive to how these facts affect naked eye observations of the Moon's monthly dance on the horizon.

My evidence? During my workshops and presentations in the past nine months I have asked them. My polling sample includes a team of instrument scientists associated with the 2008 U.S. mission to the Moon (the Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter), and over 100 scientists, engineers, and space lawyers at the recent International Space University symposium whose theme was to address the fundamental question confronting modern exploration: "Why the Moon?"

Modern ways seem to have eclipsed our traditional awareness of how the Moon behaves in the sky. So, I say why not enrich ourselves with both modes of exploring?

I know, I know...they say the proverbial Man in the Moon is a classic example of pareidolia--a psychological phenomenon involving a vague and random stimulus being mistakenly perceived as something recognizable. I find this highly reminiscent of modern romance.

Meanwhile, my more traditional, naked-eye indulgences this past year have moved me to accept an invitation to a life-long relationship. I adore the way watching my Man in the Moon draws me closer to the pulse of cosmic affairs, both ancient and modern, and I won't give it up.

Last Saturday, I watched him from the foothills of Colorado as he arose--a pinkly apparition of a partially eclipsed full Moon. I took out my cell phone and called all my beloveds, urging them to watch with me.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Animal Mothers Have Feelings Too!

Animal Mothers Have Feelings Too!
From OXanimalOX@aol.com

Only a few years ago, a cat named Scarlet made headlines around the
world when she risked her life to reenter a burning building FIVE
TIMES to rescue her tiny kittens one by one. Even though her eyes
were blistered shut and her paws were burned, the cat did not rest
until she had retrieved all of her babies, tenderly touching each one
with her nose to make sure they were safe.

It's funny, we humans think we have the market cornered on motherhood
-- we've even set aside a day to celebrate it -- and yet a scrawny
stray cat still manages to show us all up.

Scarlet is not alone in her motherly devotion. Look anywhere in the
animal kingdom and you will find it. A dog named Sheba wrenched
hearts last year when she frantically dug up her puppies after they
had been
buried alive by her owner.

When a British bovine named Blackie and her calf were sold separately
at auction, the distraught mother broke out of her stall and went off
in search of her calf. The next morning she was found seven miles
away
contentedly suckling him at another farm (they were identified as
mother and son by the matching auction labels still stuck to their
rumps).

Even fearsome alligators can be gentle mothers, delicately cracking
open the eggs of struggling-to-hatch babies in their powerful jaws.

A tourist recently captured on videotape a dolphin mother grieving
for her dead baby, a phenomenon long reported by marine biologists,
but never before
documented on film. The entire pod surrounds the mother and protects
her while she grieves. "They'll stay with [the baby] and will not
abandon her, and the little funeral cortege will persist until the
disintegration of the baby," said dolphin expert Wade Doak. It is
also a sad fact that the greatest number of dolphins killed in
fishing nets are mothers and babies. The infants are too young and
bewildered to escape, and their mothers will go to extraordinary
lengths to join them, singing their comfort, even when it means they
too will die.

Yet there are those who still say animals have no feelings. "It is
only instinct," they say. "They're just dumb animals." When a cat in
Texas was beaten to
death by a group of high school students, their heinous crime was
defended with the words: "It was just a stray cat." Just a stray.
Like brave Scarlet.

Who are we to say animals have no feelings? Call it instinct, call it
hormones, call it the full moon, call it love, call it what you will.
Just because we can't figure out what to call them doesn't mean
animals feelings aren't very powerful and very real. What heroic
feats must they perform before we hear what they are trying to tell
us?

We show our indifference to animal mothers in myriad ways. We wrench
wobbly calves away from their dairy cow mothers within a day or two
of birth so we can have the milk nature intended for them. We clamp
intelligent pigs in "iron maidens," literally iron cages, that allow
the piglets to suckle but prevent the mother from ever so much as
nuzzling her babies. We shuttle off kittens and puppies at 8 weeks
old with never a thought to the fact that Mom might worry about them
and grieve for them.

Alice Walker noted the similarity between human and other-than-human
moms when she visited Bali and saw a mother hen and her brood
crossing a road. "She was that proud, chunky chicken shape that makes
one feel that
chickens...have personality and WILL," wrote Ms. Walker. "Her steps
were neat and quick and authoritative; and though she never touched
her
chicks, it was obvious she was shepherding them along....[H]er love
of her children definitely resembles my love of mine."

"Why did the Balinese chicken cross the road?" continued Ms. Walker,
who is a self-confessed struggling almost-vegetarian. "I know the
answer is,
To try to get both of us to the other side."

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Grace Slick’s Mother’s Day Message
http://www.marchofcrimes.com/gslick.html

PeTA’s Mother’s Day Card – Spoof
http://www.peta.com/news/0501/0501momcard.html

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Mothers' Day Proclamation: Julia Ward Howe, Boston, 1870

Mother's Day was originally started after the American Civil War, as
a protest to the carnage of that war, by women who had lost their
sons. Here is the original Mother's Day Proclamation from 1870 by
Julia Ward Howe who also authored of the classic American anthem,
"Battle Hymn of the Republic.”
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Arise, then, women of this day! Arise all women who have hearts,
whether our baptism be that of water or of fears!

Say firmly: "We will not have great questions decided by irrelevant
agencies. Our husbands shall not come to us, reeking with carnage,
for caresses and applause. Our sons shall not be taken from us to
unlearn all that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy
and patience.

We women of one country will be too tender of those of another
country to allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs. From the
bosom of the devastated earth a voice goes up with our own.
It says "Disarm, Disarm! The sword of murder is not the balance of
justice."

Blood does not wipe our dishonor nor violence indicate possession.
As men have often forsaken the plow and the anvil at the summons of
war, let women now leave all that may be left of home for a great and
earnest day of counsel. Let them meet first, as women, to bewail and
commemorate the dead.

Let them then solemnly take counsel with each other as to the means
whereby the great human family can live in peace, each bearing after
their own time the sacred impress, not of Caesar, but of God.

In the name of womanhood and of humanity, I earnestly ask that a
general congress of women without limit of nationality may be
appointed and held at some place deemed most convenient and at the
earliest period consistent with its objects, to promote the alliance
of the different nationalities, the amicable settlement
of international questions, the great and general interests of peace.

Julia Ward Howe
Boston
1870
http://www.peace.ca/mothersdayproclamation.htm

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Cherokee prayer to respect and honor nature

"Let me walk in beauty and make my eyes behold the red and purple sunset. Make my hand respect the things you have made, my ears sharp to hear your voice. Make me wise, so that I may know the things you have taught my people, the lessons you have hidden in every rock and leaf." -Cherokee prayer, early 1800s

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Happy New Year



















Text of this ecard written by Heather Havey, as a prayer for you all:
May we experience delight, joy, astonishment, mystery, & beauty, for these fill hearts with peace. these are gifts & examples of nature - God as form.

May we experience love & care -
these are gifts & examples of essence - God as formless.

Earth is a mirror of God; so are you.

May we listen to rivers, thank oceans, learn from animals, play with dogs, swim with fishes, serve birds, behold wilderness, feel wind, plant trees, grow food, watch life grow, replace lawn with wildflower & garden habitats, honor organic, choose no poison, build bat & bee homes, encounter willdness, remember the miracles & beauty of all forms, & enjoy the silence that designs & guides it all.
All life is sacred, including you.
~ Lalita (Heather Havey)

© 2004-2009 Peace Through Kindness

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Love, fear, power


© 2008 Kashi Ashram * kashi.org

Ma recently answered several questions around the themes of love, fear, and shakti (feminine power). This podcast contains two of those questions and Ma's replies. (6 minutes)

Giving up negativity, opening to love


© 2008 Kashi Ashram * kashi.org

Instead of denying negativity, or acting on it, we can offer it up to god or goddess, or to the essence of love. Giving up negativity and opening to love heals the wounded heart. (4 minutes)

Monday, December 15, 2008

Original Face:
Flowers in spring
Cuckoos in summer
Moon in autumn
Snow in winter
serene and cool

- Zen Master Dogen, 1247, translated by Sensei Kazuaki Tanahashi

Friday, December 12, 2008

"As a poet, I hold the most ancient values on earth. They go back to the late Paleolithic: the fertility of the soil, the magic of animals, the power-vision in solitude, the terrifying initiation and rebirth, the love and ecstasy of the dance, the common work of the tribe. I try to hold both history and wilderness in mind, that my poems may approach the true measure of things and stand against the unbalance and ignorance of our times."--Gary Snyder, A Controversy of Pets.
"The man who does not know nature, who does not walk under the leaves as under his own roof, is partial and wounded. I say this even as wilderness and our indifference, Nature there will always be, but it will not be what we have now, much less the deeper fields and woodlands many of us remember from our childhood. The worlds of van Gogh and Turner and Winslow Homer, and Wordsworth too, and Frost and Jeffers and Whitman, are gone, and will not return. We can come to our senses yet, and rescue the world, but we will never return it to anything like its original form."

--Mary Oliver, Winter Hours: Prose, Prose Poems, and Poems
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