WIND IN THE TREES

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Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Wind In The Trees

Wind in the trees
Young leaves flutter
Dancing in idle productivity
Softly whisper heaven’s hope
Birdsong, fledgling achievement
Fondled by sunshine and heady ether.


Wind in the trees
Old leaves clatter
A rumor of war; fury rising
Frantic in the shadows below
Earth riddled by new bunkers
Flight in the face of certainty.


Wind in the trees
Dead leaves scatter
Pushed madly like smoke
Before the cruel breath of Chaos
Naked branches, headless horseman
Millions of souls blown away.


tsk /02/20/06/

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Intolerance

Do you ever wonder why people have such a hard time letting other people just be themselves? In the West we like to believe that we’re more tolerant and open-minded than people used to be, and that’s probably true, generally. Unfortunately, along with our sense of enlightenment comes a kind of smugness and arrogance, and, too often, an inability to comprehend the intolerance of others. We tend to think intolerance is a symptom of ignorance, perhaps even stupidity, and maybe that’s true. I think intolerance is a Darwinian kind of survival mechanism that served early people well by helping them to preserve the accumulated gains of their micro-civilizations. It gave them cohesion and thereby protection. It is natural to be suspicious of strangers - people from outside your familiar group. A common aphorism we’ve all heard: “Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t”

In recent history - in the West at least - we’ve outgrown a lot of that. We recognize racial and gender equality, religious freedom, free speech and other licenses of the individual to ‘do his own thing‘. That is not to say that we’ve abandoned suspicion or even paranoia - far from it - but we have moved significantly along the continuum from intolerance to tolerance, and I think most people would agree that’s a good thing.

At the same time, it seems to me that we’ve lost the ability to accommodate different points of view, in a way. Specifically, we don’t understand people whom we see as being less tolerant than we are: people who are still afflicted with “righteous blinders“, as I like to call them. They exist within our own society, where they are increasingly marginalized by the ‘enlightened’ majority. More importantly, they exist in vast numbers in other societies, and they pose a serious threat to us and to themselves.

Consider the so-called anti-Islamic Cartoons. Modern Christians have become accustomed to joking about God, Jesus, the Church. It’s symptomatic of a growing secularism and part of our learning to be tolerant has been and continues to be the loss of things held sacred. Muslims, on the other hand, have not traveled so far down this road. Granted, there are many secularists. Many modern Muslims have the same disdain for religious zeal that the preponderance of western Christians do. They’re not stupid and they’re not ignorant. But why do the Cartoons create such a stir?

Islam is no more a single religion than Christianity. It has its sects and no shortage of strife among them. That much is obvious. Like Christianity, it also has it’s share of individuals who need the structure and the dogma to help them cope with the realities of a life that is often very hard. And they fight among themselves about it. But if you think their intolerance for one another is bad, it’s nothing compared to what they can put together in the face of an outside threat.

Ordinary citizens in the middle east, educated and aware individuals, believe it is the conscious agendas of governments and organizations that have stirred up the ire of Muslims to react violently to the Cartoons, as if they were yet more evidence that the Christians are out "to get them". It’s a classic case of Us vs. Them. Uniting Muslims against the Infidel is pretty much the only way you can unite them. They are such a diverse group of people, spread all across the globe, and in much of their range they are politically oppressed, and many of them recognize it.

So what to do? Ah, now we really have to be tolerant. Responding in kind to expressions of hate serves only evil purposes. If it is indeed time to circle the wagons, then I suggest what the West must do is to include the Muslim community inside the circle. They are not the enemy. Those who seek to subject them are the enemy. Those who lie and mislead them, painting pictures of enemies to be feared and to be fought, merely to enslave them with that fear are the enemy. Tyrants and fanatics. People who are militantly intolerant and people who exploit them for political purposes.

We are taught to love our enemies - does anybody do that anymore? In fact, it is the only strategy with any hope of success. We must bring the Muslim community into our circle of wagons - learn to understand them, accept them and show respect for them. Meet them as Brothers and Friends. It all starts with communication. Then comes understanding. Then Trust, Co-operation, Unity, Progress, Peace.

We have the greatest communication tool ever devised by Man at your fingertips. Probably the greatest use to which we can put it is the pursuit of Peace.

Earthy Matters

My affinity for forests is not a secret. I have spent many, many, many hours in forests - day and night, summer and winter, sunshine and rain. I have played there, worked there, slept there, lain awake there and sometimes just walked - or sat - and looked - and listened. Forests are temples to Life itself. Consider the variations of light, color, texture, materials, elevation, temperature, humidity, turbidity, media, size, scale and interdependence of everything you see. It's all necessary and it's all good - from the standpoint of the Life itself.

A patch of forest could easily be dismissed by the unenlightened as useless or barren simply because he has not the vision to see the panoply of Life right under his nose. "It's just a few trees, and, look, they're even too crooked to saw a board out of, and too small to make much of a fire. And, geez, the ground is pretty mucky, too, what's up with that?" Untold billions of organisms, to start with. From the tiniest microbes that infest the soil to the creepy crawlies, insects, spiders, frogs, salamanders, snakes, rodents, birds, ruminants, carnivores - all the way up to the Man, sentient being, blessed with unmatched self-awareness and cursed with so precious little awareness of anything else. Destined to dominate and destroy, to feed his egocentric mind and propagate his body in profligate comfort. Rampant consumer of resources, Man tends to judge a forest by its utilitarian and measurable attributes. How much can I sell that lumber for? How much will people pay for that building lot by the river? Where can I bag a nice big buck this Fall? Can I get a road built through that low spot or does it have to be drained first?

Admittedly, I have exploited forests at different times in my life, sometimes for the benefit of my family and sometimes for the direct benefit of others; always out of necessity and never egregiously. But exploitation has not been the pattern of my life. Add up my ecological balance sheet and you will find me to have protected and replenished the Forest in far greater measure than I have made it give up for my sake or for others. When the Forest shelters me (and it does) I acknowledge my debt of Life to it. I pay it back. I walk like the Native sons. I live among the trees; I don't knock them down to make way for me. I observe and celebrate the life it harbors; I don't try to kill it so I can take it home and hang it on my wall.

As a species we must learn to walk more softly on this planet and consume it less. Anyone can do it and Everyone should. I'm not saying "don't kill animals" or "don't cut trees". It's about balance and its about discipline. Do we NEED to use so much wood from endangered trees? Do we NEED to hang all those bearskins on the wall? We sure don't wrap ourselves in them for warmth anymore. I want people to think about the choices they make every day of their lives. Those choices affect countless other lives, and not just the dumb animals, mister. Think about your children. Leave them something. Hope, at least.

Background

I am an American male born in 1957 in the State of Maine. My parents are still living and still married. I have a brother and a sister, both older than me. My father was a soldier who achieved the rank of Colonel in the United States Army before he retired about thirty-five years ago. My mother has been a loving and nurturing influence for us children for the entire time.

My father served in Korea before I was born, and later served abroad in Europe, Turkey and Vietnam. I was fortunate to call Italy, Germany and several parts of the U.S. my home at various times. I believe it has helped me to grow into an open-minded citizen of the world, with a good comprehension of reality and international affairs. As well, I have always been an avid student of history.

It was just after he left the Army that our family moved to Canada, to live on land that my paternal great-grandfather, an Irish immigrant, settled with his wife and children. After graduating from High School in the 70s I attended University in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, where I met my first wife. She is of American Loyalist extraction, and we were married for ten years. My second wife was also a native of Nova Scotia, of Acadian French lineage, and this marriage also lasted about ten years. Each of them gave me a beautiful daughter, both of whom are healthy and highly intelligent.

I studied Business at University and did rather well. School was never much of a problem for me. My career has encompassed forestry, manufacturing, information technology, industrial supply and real estate. I am versatile and quick to learn, but after a while in one place, I grow bored and restless, and ready to move on to find new challenges. I suspect it is the result of having become accustomed to moving around a lot for the first fifteen years of my life. The most consistent threads in my career have been the emphasis on resources (forestry) and the function of management.

After thirty-five years in Canada, I've returned to live in the United States (knew I would, eventually). I still enjoy good health and reasonable fitness. I have been slightly damaged by industrial and automobile accidents over the years, but generally remain in good shape. My height is 5 feet 10 inches (177 cm) and my weight is 155 pounds (70 kg).

I have been told that other people see me as lively, charming, amusing, practical, and interesting; someone who's constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well-balanced not to let it go to my head. They also see me as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out.

As a youth, I was trained in the Equestrian arts while in Germany. It was amazing and I wouldn't trade those experiences for any others I've had. As I grew older, I developed a love for motorcycles; I've owned five different ones since I was 17: four Japanese (Yamaha, Kawasaki and Honda) and one British (BSA). The Crystal Ball of actuarial statistics says I will die on or about Thursday, June 4, 2037. I hope it's not far wrong. If I go sooner, it will probably be on a bike.

My most serene pleasure is to be outdoors, preferably in the forest. My high school days and much of my subsequent career were concerned with forestry and it is there that I am most at ease.

My greatest hope for the future is that my daughters can live in a world at peace; that they will enjoy good health, freedom, respect and opportunity; that they will become good stewards of our planet and cause others to do likewise.

I know that I am fortunate to have enjoyed a life of privilege and plenty. I am grateful to my family and to my Country for these blessings. I am happy and proud to be an American.