Further Thoughts on Nature, Wilderness, and Urban Sustainability

February 7, 2012 by Categorized: Natural Reflections, The Sacred in Suburbia.

First of all, thank you to everyone for your diversity of responses on my last post, We Do Not Return to Nature. We Are Already There. And especial thanks to John for his thoughtful response post and the continuing discussion there. The issues of urban sustainability and the overall human infrastructure are things that I feel deserve more attention, both in relation to spirituality and connections, and in the broader discourse of the human condition. (Or, in short, “this is important, y’all”.)

I feel I didn’t make myself entirely clear, despite my best efforts, and so I want to pull out a few ideas for further elaboration and clarification. These are in no particular order, and are more a series of rambling talking points than a cohesive essay.

–I feel it was assumed that because I was only speaking of non-human entities as connections in this ecosystem, that that is all I was discussing, as though these living beings were a lifeline to a more “pure”, non-human nature. That is not so, and I want to make that clear right now. I brought up the maple tree and the scrub jays because they are fellow living creatures that have adapted to this urban ecosystem, and I thought they might be easier for readers to relate to. However, I also learn from the buildings and the pavement and how they change (and are changed by) both the microclimate and the weather, as well as affect the larger systems of waterways, animal migration routes, erosion, and so forth. I call cities ecosystems because they are supports of a network of living beings, and non-living land masses, some of which are human-created.

–Humans are animals. Our cities and other creations may be unique, and our ability to both conceptualize and create may be wholly unlike anything else achieved by any other known species on this planet. But they are still created by humans, and I feel it is divisive and dis-connecting to think of humans and our creations as “not natural”. It is in part our perception that we are separate from nature that has caused many people to ignore the impact we have on the rest of the world, because we feel we don’t have to pay attention–it’s “not our problem”, or so we think. So many people have no idea where, for example, their food comes from. If we recreate the story of the city to include how it is connected to other ecosystems, we start rebuilding those perceptions of connections that have never entirely gone away, and we can then foster more responsibility all around. But as long as we keep telling people that cities are dis-connected from the rest of nature, they’re going to keep acting like it–and we see where that’s gotten us all.

–Telling urban dwellers that they’re bad people for living in cities, or that they can’t be as good a bunch of environmentalists as rural people, or otherwise playing who’s superior to whom, is counterproductive. Insulting someone or insinuating that you’re better than they are is a great way to alienate them. Not a good idea with potential allies. If you assume that cities are full of people who are self-centered, materialistic, corrupted, etc. then you’ve already started on the path to alienating them. Same thing with assuming all rural areas are full of nothing but small-minded hyper-conservative bigots. And so forth.

–There are crappy things about both cities and rural areas. I am fully aware of the negative impacts of cities as they currently are constructed and run, as well as the greater issues of human overpopulation, resource mismanagement, and environmental degradation. However, I do have to thank Pashy for pointing out that rural areas still do benefit from the harmful infrastructures that also support cities–over the road trucking and other non-sustainable resource transport, fossil fuels, commercialized agriculture by way of Monsanto and Archer Daniels Midland and the like, and so forth. Neither cities nor rural areas in the US (with very, very few and very small exceptions) are self-contained pods where all the food, water, shelter, electricity, and heat come from closed-circuit, sustainable sources, and I’ve yet to see a rural area that didn’t have some form of landfill or other waste disposal and that didn’t consume plastics and other non-biodegradables. All of us are contributing to the problems, one way or another, all communities of all sizes have people working toward sustainability, and the solution is not to demonize one form of living over another, but to entirely rework the entire human infrastructure to a sustainable point.

–There are also good things about both cities and rural areas. There are restorative properties to wilderness places that are unique to them, wholly unlike anything found in cities; even I head out to the Gorge frequently for refreshers. The country is a lot quieter, auditorily and otherwise. Trees and other living beings can make urban areas more comfortable and friendly places to be. Cities offer a wider variety of people on average, and so can offer more support to some minorities (depending on the city and the area), and more people means more human resources available for problem-solving and large-scale manufacturing of things like medications. Every community, large or small, has its own personality, and some of these are nicer than others regardless of population size. We have good things we can learn from all human communities, and these are great starting points for fixing the rest.

–We have seven billion people on the planet. This is not likely to change any time soon without a severe epidemic, drought, comet, etc., and a longer-term de-population involves a lot of education, availability of and education about the use of birth control, changes in attitudes toward population and repopulation, improvements in the general lot of women worldwide, and a whole slew of other things that will take a LONG time to change. So for the time being we have to figure out where to put all these people. Just spreading us out isn’t the answer. Many non-human species rely on places far away from even a few humans to be happy, and will avoid even the most sparsely human-populated areas. If we dispersed all seven billion of us into rural areas, each with acreage, we would be so spread out that many more species would feel too crowded. Most people lack skills to be able to live off the land, and that’s not going to change quickly. So for many reasons, we do need cities as places to concentrate a large portion of the human population.

–This is why I am a huge supporter of reworking human communities of ALL sizes to a sustainable model, such as those proposed in Green Metropolis. There are ways to address issues of overcrowding, pollution, social injustice, and other problems inherent to all human infrastructure. Cities can be made so that they are more walkable to cut down on the need for fossil fuel transportation; manufacturing and other resource production can be localized to avoid the long-distance transport that all communities, large or small, rely on. Public transit can be improved in rural areas so that not everyone has to have their own car to drive twenty miles to a grocery store or drive in to work five days a week. As to social justice? While there is certainly bigotry everywhere, I know that I have found it easier to find support as a queer, progressive, pagan person in cities where I am more likely to find people who support and agree with me than in conservative small towns, though certainly there are more progressive small communities as well. So we look at ways that minorities in both cities and rural areas have survived and thrived, to create a more socially sustainable human infrastructure across the board.

–So. Restating my main point after all these varied and scattered thoughts: To change the human infrastructure overall for the better, we first have to reclaim the most obvious manifestations of it–cities. And it all starts with our perceptions of them. If we perceive them as blights, then we abandon them to their fates, and they just get worse and worse. If we perceive them as just another part of nature, albeit one that is heavily and uniquely human-dominated, then we start the shift back to seeing us and what we create as connected to everything, and increase our sense of responsibility to the All.

Please, if something seems unclear, ask me for clarification rather than making assumptions.

Peak Water

February 5, 2012 by Categorized: Earth Matters.

Water is the most basic of necessities for all life here on Mother Earth. Without it everything would perish: mammals, insects, protozoa, plants.

Rivers are being dammed creating havoc on ecosystems below the dam through desertification.

Water is being privatized at alarming rates. Peaceful protests have met with corporate and government violence over privatization schemes.

1.1 billion people, about one-sixth of the world’s population, lack access to safe drinking water. More people have a cellphone than a toilet.

40% of America’s rivers and 46% of lakes are too polluted for fishing, swimming, or aquatic life.

What’s a Pagan to do?

Start by using tap water instead of bottled. The millions of pounds of plastic, and the high carbon footprint associated with bottling water and delivering it, don’t make bottled water worth the effort. Tap water is safe. Drink it. Find where it’s available using this app.

Promote an event free of bottled water.

Don’t shower everyday. If you have a gritty, messy, smelly job, then go for it. But if you’re working in an office and don’t sweat that much, skip the daily shower. And keep the showers you do take down to a minimum. Time yourself so you’re only in there for 3 minutes.

If it’s pee, let it be. If it’s brown, flush it down. Get yourself a low-flow toilet or make your toilet use less water by putting something in the tank. (source)

Stop watering the lawn.

Get rid of that pool (responsibly of course) and discourage others from flaunting their wealth through hoarding water.

I’ve heard the next world wars will be fought over water. I find this very, very easy to believe. Two years ago I was without water for three weeks during a drought. I can see how tensions could become strained enough for violence. (You can read about how Wolf and I coped without water here, here, and here.)

Westerners are not entitled to more water than anyone else on this planet. It’s time we start seeing ourselves as a major component of the problem and work to fix it. The water crisis we’re in won’t be solved overnight. But if we all take responsibility of our share of the problem, then we can solve fairly. Simultaneously we can repair the damage we’ve done to Father Water and Mother Earth.

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Gut Reactions Aren’t Always Right

February 2, 2012 by Categorized: Natural Reflections, The Sacred in Suburbia.

the Land, the Sky and the Sea - all part of Nature

Last week Lupa wrote an excellent piece titled “We Do Not Return to Nature. We Are Already There.” If you haven’t already read it I encourage you to do so. The title is self-explanatory, and in the first paragraph she says:

I would bet that the majority of people who think of “nature” are thinking of open areas that have a minimum of human impact, where the signs of humanity are reduced or even almost entirely eradicated. And I feel that’s a grave shortcoming in our perceptions.

My initial, gut-level reaction was not favorable – when I read the title, I instinctively thought “no, you’re wrong.” But when I carefully read Lupa’s essay I couldn’t find anything to disagree with. Why? Why did I have this emotional disconnect on such an important concept? From reading the comments, I see I wasn’t the only one.

After thinking on this and letting it incubate for almost a week, I’ve come to the conclusion that my disconnect is the result of a no-longer-helpful evolutionary impulse.

The human brain has evolved to classify things into a few discrete categories – usually two. Forget computers and the internet – the real information overload is in the natural world. Look at a tree: how tall is it? How many branches does it have? What color and shape are the leaves? Does it have fruit? Is anything living in it? What does it smell like? What is the bark like? There are hundreds if not thousands of qualities of the tree for you to notice – and they’re all changing slowly but continuously.

While you were contemplating all the miraculous, continuous details of the tree, a lion ate you and removed you from the gene pool. Our early ancestors learned to focus their powerful but finite brains on the “critical few” instead of the “trivial many.” Nature may work continuously, but we instinctively divide Nature into good/bad, helpful/harmful, friend/foe, animals-I-can-eat/animals-that-will-eat-me and so on. On a deep time scale we aren’t very far removed from living in trees and many of us are instinctively dividing environments into “Nature” and “not-Nature.”

And if “Nature” is good, then “not-Nature” must be bad, or at least inferior.

One of the purposes of religion – any religion – is helping us overcome the limits of evolution. The traits that served our ancestors well for millions of years of living in the wild don’t always serve us well in the modern world. A biological urge to eat more than you need is a good thing when food is scarce. When food is always plentiful it’s not so helpful, as I and millions of other Americans can attest. The urge to divide everything into two diametrically opposed categories is similarly unhelpful in a world that grows more complex by the minute.

Modern Pagan and Earth-centered religions have developed in part as a response to the excesses of the Industrial Revolution: pollution, deforestation, and the mass migration from rural environments to urban ones. We are creatures of the Land, the Sky, and the Sea – remove us from that environment and our bodies and souls tell us something is wrong.

But the solution is not to go back to pre-industrial subsistence farming. For all their ills, modern industry and technology have made our lives longer, easier, and less risky. As I’ve said many times, I wouldn’t want to live in Texas without air conditioning… or at any time in history before the development of general anesthesia. Cities and suburbs have advantages over rural areas, mostly due to economies of scale: a city can support libraries, museums, hospitals, markets and businesses that support and employ their populations. Cities are inherently more energy-efficient than rural areas, primarily due to their density. We recognize this or so many of us wouldn’t live there.

The challenge of our lives as we live them here and now and are likely to live them in the future is how to live in cities and suburbs in a way that is responsible and sustainable and that maintains our spiritual connections to the Land, Sky and Sea. We can’t do that if we see these environments as “not-Nature.”

It’s easy to connect to Nature in the wilderness. It’s harder to maintain those connections in urban environments. But if we’re going to live there – and most of us are – it’s necessary. It requires intention. It requires mindfulness. It requires a commitment to regular spiritual practice.

And it requires an understanding that there truly is no unsacred place.

The Elements Song • John Smitzen

February 1, 2012 by Categorized: Natural Reflections.

Her First Altar

The Elements Song

Water we honor you
Cleansing the stones
And polishing the pebbles

Air we honor you
Giving life to plants
And carving the mountains

Fire we honor you
Keeping us warm
In cold days and cold nights
And giving us light in the dark of night

Earth we honor you
Making the things in our lives
And completing the element circle

Spirit Above, eagle and hawks
Cardinals and robins,
Soaring in the sky
We honor you

Spirit Below, caterpillars and centipedes,
Potato plants and carrots,
We honor you.

Spirit Within, holding it all together,
Making all we have mentioned, one,
And keeping life floating on its blue boat home.


John Smitzen is 9 years old. He’s homeschooled, and an Acorn in the Druid Order of the Three Realms.

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The Squirrel and the Story

January 29, 2012 by Categorized: Restorying the Sacred.

Five crows have gathered in our backyard labyrinth on a dazzling winter morning. Our neighborhood is pretty hoppin’, corvid-wise, but our yard has never been the murder capital. I wonder what brings them here.

Then I see the sixth crow—and the squirrel. Frozen and decapitated, the squirrel is providing a sumptuous feast for our black-winged visitors.

One of my personal credos is “We are not the Story.” The Cosmos began to spin its tale aeons before any of us arrived, and it will continue to do so long after even our beloved planet is just a memory. When telling our stories of place, perspective—in time as well as space—matters immensely. Seen from the crows’ point of view, this is a story of feast and triumph. Seen from the squirrel’s, it is a one of tragedy and loss.

Or is it? The essence of what that squirrel was when alive has passed; yet, in the sustenance it provides the crows, it continues to participate in the Story. Its last chapter is, in a way, also its first (or, to stretch the metaphor, the first of a sequel): its first chapter in the guts of a crow; its first as nutrient-rich fertilizer on the ground; its first as, perhaps, a Douglas fir or a phlox plant. Altruism plays no part in the gift—the squirrel, given its druthers, would surely have chosen to continue the starring role it was playing in its own life and withhold this particular generosity as long as possible. But that does not minimize the rich story of its gift, of the future tales its death makes possible.

a crow and a squirrel

Crow Attack by Carrie Sloan. Some rights reserved.

We might all, I think, do well to consider how our physical selves will continue participating in the Story after we die. I often feel saddened by the way in which humans have unbalanced the equation. We have grown so adept at taking, yet two of our greatest opportunities for giving back to Earth’s natural cycles—excreta and remains—many cultures have sealed off almost completely. Our wastes (unless we have composting toilets…dang, I love composting toilets) rush down pipes away from us and away from any fertilizing benefit it might hold. And although there are cultures, and individuals in our own culture, who reverently place the bodies of our beloved dead in the open, to feed the other lives of their place, most of us lock them away the bodies in urns or nearly indestructible coffins that will “protect” us from the natural processes of decay and transformation.

I hope I’ll live long enough to receive burial in a natural or “green” cemetery here in Minnesota, like the one in Wisconsin overseen by Circle Sanctuary (and support the efforts of organizations like the Full Circle Project to make that happen). If I don’t, I hope that my loved ones could find something like Martín Azúa’s Bios Urn. It is my small way of trying to rebalance the equation, of making a real offering back to the Earth in exchange for all I have taken.

We are not the Story, but we participate in its telling every moment of every day, even after this particular chapter of ourselves ends. We all offer one final gift to this planet we love. May we, like the squirrel, make it a generous one.

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We Do Not Return to Nature. We Are Already There.

January 27, 2012 by Categorized: Natural Reflections, The Sacred in Suburbia.

You notice how the URL for this section of the Pagan Newswire Collective has the word “nature” in it? Of course. It’s specifically for nature-based pagan religious and spiritual discussions and ideas. I would bet that the majority of people who think of “nature” are thinking of open areas that have a minimum of human impact, where the signs of humanity are reduced or even almost entirely eradicated. And I feel that’s a grave shortcoming in our perceptions.

I want to share with you one of my very favorite quotes. It’s a statement by Richard Nelson, quoted in The Sacred Earth: Writers on Nature and Spirit, edited by Jason Gardner (emphasis mine):

It’s dangerous to think of ourselves as loathsome creatures or as perversions in the natural world. We need to see ourselves as having a rightful place. We take pictures of all kinds of natural scenes and often we try to avoid having a human being in them…In our society, we force ourselves into a greater and greater distance from the natural world by creating parks and wilderness areas where our only role is to go in and look. And we call this loving it. We lavish tremendous concern and care on scenery but we ignore the ravaging of environments from which our lives are drawn.

This is a perfect image of how we have separated ourselves from the rest of nature. Not separating ourselves from nature, but separating ourselves from the rest of nature. That’s been the entire problem all along. Numerous factors ranging from religion to the Industrial Revolution have systematically convinced many portions of humanity that we are “above nature”, that “nature is to be used”, and otherwise referring to “nature” in the third person—nature the It as opposed to nature the Us.

Baby slugs from my apartment balcony garden - photo by Lupa, 2011

This whole idea that we have to go out to the woods or the desert or the coast in order to “be with nature” just continues that disconnection, whether it’s disconnection through devaluing nature as “beneath us”, or disconnection by hyper-romanticizing nature and only looking for its supposedly “pure” manifestations—those that are relatively untouched by humans.

Nature? Nature is everywhere. Nature is the flora in our gut and in the sewers. Nature is the moss growing on old house shingles. Nature is the wind blowing through skyscrapers, in cities whose presence changes the microclimate. Nature is the sun that shines and the rain that falls on every place above ground. And humans? Humans are nature, too. Our big brains and bipedal stance are the adaptations we evolved in order to survive the challenges of being ground-dwelling, omnivorous, hunter-gatherer-scavenger apes. Our cities and buildings are exaggerated manifestations of our nest-building instincts, tempered with aesthetic self-awareness.

And remembering that we are nature reconnects us to everything else. If we remember we are nature, that we cannot separate ourselves from nature, then we come to realize that our cities and other habitations are part of ecosystems—dramatically changed ecosystems, but there nonetheless. We may find that suddenly the issues that affect the environment are immediate—not out in the woods somewhere where we can ignore them, but right here, in our bodies and homes and streets. We can still value the wilderness, but we no longer ghettoize nature as being “out there somewhere that we escape to”.

That’s a very valuable point: the idea that we “escape to nature”. Isn’t it sad that we in the cities feel we are escaping from something that isn’t nature, when in reality nature is all around us? I instead propose that when we are speaking of relatively human-free places, open, quiet areas, we speak of “wilderness” instead of “nature” as a defining term. Wilderness contains an element of primal quality, but without the overarching completion of “nature”. It gives us some way to delineate between the Hoh rain forest on the Olympic Peninsula, and paved-over downtown Seattle, without denying that these places are still family to each other, the blood connecting them embodied in the intertwining waters of Puget Sound and surrounding ways.

"Urban Wolf's Child" - photo and mask by Lupa, 2011

I question the reliance on wilderness as the primary representative to humans of nature. If we are convinced that we can only connect to nature in places away from other humans, then not only are we betraying our poor, disconnected species, especially those who have no choice but to live in cities, but we are also betraying the urban ecosystems as valid representatives of nature. We have abandoned any attempts of making cities healthier places to live for everyone, not just the people rich enough to be able to afford to “escape” on the weekends. We privilege rural animals and plants while taking the urban ones for granted—“dirty pigeons”, “disease-carrying rats”, and “weeds”.

My Therioshamanism blog has had the John Muir quote “In the silence of the wild, we find the home we lost in the city” at the top of it ever since I started it in 2007. I don’t agree with it any more, though I’ve not yet found a good substitute for it just yet. I don’t feel I have lost anything in the city, at least not anything that I can’t find here as well. While I love my trips to the Columbia River Gorge and other wilderness areas, I don’t value them above my talking with the maple tree across the street from my apartment or the scrub jays that vweeeeet though the neighborhood. And it is here in the city, not in the wilderness, that I have found, discovered, returned to the knowledge that I am nature. I joyously embrace the fact that this place is nature as much as Mt. Hood, as much as the Columbia River Gorge, as much as any of the wilderness places I have fallen in love with over time.

For like me, the maple and the scrub jays and all our neighbors are continuing the cycles of nature in this human-strong place, with all its benefits and challenges. I can’t get that experience when I am sitting next to Wahkeena Spring, or at the top of Devil’s Rest. The trees and the jays and I must learn the lessons of nature in this unique place, remember that there are lessons of nature to be learned, and share that remembering with others. If we can accomplish that remembering together then we have more hope, not of destroying cities and losing what is valuable in them, but of bringing our urban nature places back into greater harmony with the rest.

Wordless Wednesday: Caverns of Ice

January 25, 2012 by Categorized: Natural Reflections.

Caverns of Ice

Caverns of Ice, by Sam Z


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The Story of Dog

January 22, 2012 by Categorized: Fur and Feather.

Once upon a time …

Long ago, when the Human race was still young and new to this world Humanity lived in caves and in tents made of wood and animal hides. Humanity had learned to harness the power of fire and to control it. Humanity had learned to kill the other creatures of the Earth and to use their body parts for more than just food. All the other creatures of the Earth had learned to fear Humanity, for Humanity had become a mighty hunter and had begun to range far and wide over the landscape.

Mother Earth loved all her creatures but She loved Humanity best. For through Humanity could She perceive Herself in all Her glory. She could watch the Sun rise through Human eyes; feel the wind blow against Human skin, taste meat and fruit with Human tongue. She could feel what it was to make love, experience the thrill of the hunt and She learned about the fear of death.

That the Mother loved Humanity best also caused the other creatures to fear them. Many creatures learned to run at the sight or smell of Humanity but some did not. Some creatures liked the taste of Human flesh and others would fight Humanity if they should try to hunt them.

Wolf feared Humanity. Much more than that, Wolf feared Humanities fires. The thought that Humanity dared to bring fire into their dens filled them with fright. Fire was far too dangerous to have in one’s den! Wolf learned to stay away from Humanity.

One day, however, a young she Wolf was walking through the woods and caught the scent of blood on the air. She was very hungry, for she carried pups in her womb. Her pack mates had been killed by a bad Winter and she had no one to help her hunt. She followed the delicious smell, her stomach rumbling with hunger. When she saw where the smell was coming from she shivered with fright, for the smell came from just outside a Human den. The smell of meat was so strong she could not turn away. So she hid and she watched the frightful Humans.

She watched Humanity carve hide and flesh off a kill and divide its parts amongst them. She watched with horror as they burned flesh over a large fire. Yet she stayed, for the smell of the meat made her pups move within her. She stayed out of hope. Then she watched as one Human took some bones, scraps and other things out of the Human den and walk away from it. Silently she stalked the Human, watching his every move. The Human took the scraps and placed them into a shallow pit a ways down a Human trail from the Human den. Then, he left.

The she Wolf waited as long as she dared, to see if any Human would return to the pit. She whined. Fear and hunger waged a war within her; finally the need to feed her pups won and she slunk out of the bushes and into the pit. There she found and snatched a bone that still had meat clinging to it and ran off, back into the bushes. She did this three more times through the night until at last, her belly was full.

Wolf made a den not far from the Human scrap pit and she stole food from it late at night. Then as the Moon full and high in the sky, she gave birth to five pups. Wolf ate the placentas and cleaned the pups; she fed them with good milk thanks to the food she had gotten from the Human pit. Once her pups bellies were full and they slept, she snuck out of the den and went as far from them as she dared, to mark territory in the way that Wolves do and to gaze up at the Moon. She spoke a prayer of gratitude to the Mother for her healthy pups, her safe den and the Human pit.

Wolf taught her pups how to steal from the Human pits and they also learned how to stalk Humans as the Humans stalked their prey. Wolf and her pups cleaned up the Human kills once they returned to their Human den. Wolf’s pups and their pups grew to understand Humanity more as they watched them. They grew to fear them less and less. They made their dens near the Human den.

Then another bad Winter came. The freezing cold brought sickness to the small Wolf pack and many died. Only a few pups who had just begun to be weaned survived. They cried and cried for their mother but she never came. One by one, they began to die themselves until there was only one. The last pup dared to climb out of the den in search of her mother and cried for her. She was so very, very cold she knew if she had no warm mother soon she would die. Then something came towards her and she cowered in fright. The thing picked her up and held her close. The smell of a Human scared the Wolf pup greatly, but then she realised she was warm, snuggled within the furs the Human wore. She found herself being lulled to sleep by this warmth and by the sound of the Human’s heartbeat.

The bad Winter had also not been kind to Humanity. The sickness the Winter brought had taken a child from this Human woman and she had walked the woods in mourning. When she heard the cries of the pup she had been filled with the power of the Mother and could not turn away and leave the pup to die. The Human took the pup back to her den.

The other Humans were afraid, for they feared Wolf. But the wisest Human among them saw the Mother within the woman who had brought Wolf into their den and spoke on her behalf. The woman took the pup into her part of the den and she cared for her. She fed her scraps of meat mixed with her own milk, milk she had no child to give to. She raised her as if she was her child and grew to love her.

As the pup grew into a Wolf she began to leave the Human den more and more, answering the need to be a Wolf. However something magical had happened, for in the time the pup was in the Human den, Humanity had learned about Wolf and Wolf had learned about Humanity.

This Wolf remembered the love she had been given by the Human woman and she taught this love to her own pups. Those pups were less afraid of Humanity than any other Wolves had ever been, for they knew how to love a Human and not to fear Humanity. Their pups grew even bolder and so did their love for Humanity. Humanity learned not only to respect and fear Wolf, but also how to love Wolf.

Mexican Wolf

From Greg Harder at the NUP Flickr group

 

 

Eventually the Wolves of the Humans were free of their fear of Humanity and only full of love for them. Humanity called these Wolves “Dog”. The Dogs changed their shapes, colours and sizes to better suit Humanity and Humanity grew to love Dog as one loves a best friend. Dog’s love for Humanity grew so great that of all the Mother’s creatures, Dog’s love runs the deepest, even deeper than Humanities’ love.

With this love and with the remembered gratitude of the Wolf who was hungry and the pup who was cold, Dog has ever served Humanity. Dog freely gives up life and limb, freedom and the woods to be in the company of Humanity.

Without the service of Dog, Humanity would have struggled even harder to learn to herd animals, to protect crops and their dens. Humanity would not have a warm Dog to snuggle when the Winters are bad. Without the service, love and loyalty of Dog, Humanity would not be what it is today.

Above all this however, the greatest service Dog has ever provided Humanity is the ongoing lesson of unconditional love.

The end

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The Children of Vulture • Emma-Jayne Saanen

January 19, 2012 by Categorized: Natural Reflections.

Sacred Scavenger: Lammergeier
“Sacred Scavenger: Lammergeier,” by Emma-Jayne Saanen

In the early days, before physical forms became static, the People cast off their old forms in exchange for new ones far more often. Sometimes a physical form was abandoned because there were no more lessons to learn from it. Sometimes a physical form was left behind because it was too old and worn to keep up with the Person within. And sometimes a physical form was cast off to aid another, an exchange of energy through the gift of flesh.

It did not take long for the unwanted old physical forms to dominate the lands. There was nowhere for them to go. With them they brought disease and death, forced eviction of a Person from their form. The problem wrought by the old physical forms spiralled out of control.

Sky and Earth despaired. Their World was suffering. Unsure what to do, they called forth a council of the most powerful nature spirits.

At the council, it was agreed that while the old forms must go elsewhere, they too were as sacred as the People they once belonged to and must be treated with respect. But no solution could be found.

From her home high in the mountains, Mother Vulture watched all of the events unfold and knew what she had to do. In her nest, Mother Vulture laid a vast clutch of black eggs. From within were born the first scavengers, all sorts of weird and wonderful creatures – birds as mighty as her, flies as swift as her and micro-organisms as hidden as her. They all drew close to their Mother, and Vulture set them to their task.

“My Children! My beautiful and noble Children! Sky, Earth and Those Who Dwell Between need your aid. They grow weary of the stench of physical death. You will go out into the World and handle unwanted Bodies with love and compassion. You will not judge them. You will treat them all as equals. With your gift of life, you can renew these abandoned forms, you can transform them into the elements of new forms. Go out into the World and work your magic! Renew the remains! Make them live again!”

And out into the World Mother Vulture’s Children went. They consumed every last piece of the used and useless physical forms, transforming them into the raw elements needed to build newer, stronger forms. Sky and Earth were pleased with Mother Vulture’s gift to the World, and bestowed Vulture’s Children with the title Sacred Scavenger.

While Sky and Earth have never forgotten what Mother Vulture did for the World, over millennia Those Who Dwell Between did. They forgot what the World was like before Vulture’s Children came, sick and tainted, and turn their noses up in revulsion at the work of the Sacred Scavengers.

The Sacred Scavengers have never forgotten their role in the World, and without complaint they carry on renewing the remains and making them live again. As their suns souls reincarnated and dispersed throughout Creation, more People are being awoken to the role of Sacred Scavenger and are incorporating the gift of renewal into their lives.


Emma-Jayne Saanen is an artist, animist and urban animal from Glasgow, UK. She has been actively involved in totemism and animal magic for years, and since 2008 she has been an aspiring shamanist. Her artistic and written work can be found at urbanimal.co.uk. This reflection derives from one of Emma-Jayne’s journeying experiences and was originally published in her blog.

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Deep Ancestral Totemism, Part Three

January 17, 2012 by Categorized: Earthly Rites, Science & Spirit.

In the previous section of this series, I discussed a guided meditation to help you find animal totems associated with the three basic evolutionary parts of the human brain, the reptilian, old mammalian, and new mammalian parts of the brain. If you have not yet read the first two sections, please go back and read them here and here so that this section will make more sense.

Once you have identified these three totems, here are some ways to work with them and beyond:

"The Frog Prince" by Christina Maria, 2010, http://ladyimogen.deviantart.com/

–Spend time each week meditating with each totem, and on the part of your brain and its bailiwicks that each corresponds to. Where do you see each part of your brain coming into play in your everyday life? Are there any situations in which you could be more balanced, perhaps bringing the rational thought of the neocortex (new mammalian brain) into play when you’re perhaps too worried about something and your limbic system (old mammalian brain) could use a little calming?

–If you find yourself in a situation where you need more balancing, ask the totem of the part of the brain you want help from to give you aid in that moment. For example, if you’re feeling unmotivated about something, talk to the totem of the reptilian part of your brain to figure out why that might be, and what you could do to give yourself more incentive to act.

–When interacting with others, how do you see the various parts of their brains potentially coming into play? Does this help you understand them better? How are your two brains communicating? Are you trying to approach them on a primarily new mammalian level, while they may be in a more defensive, reptilian mindset?

–What about interacting with other species of animal? Often they have been belittled as being “lesser” than humans, even though we have gone through the same evolutionary processes they have. Can you relate to them more knowing that you share some similar brain structures? Do you understand the other animals and their motivations better? Do you give them more respect for what they are, rather than what they are not?

–While this particular meditation dealt with just a few points on the long line of our evolution (or, rather, various diverging lines of evolutionary history), you can use it to find other extinct totems, to include those of ancestral species before the rise of reptiles. If you found yourself connecting to still-living species, try asking them for help in traveling further back in evolutionary time, perhaps asking one totem to introduce you to its ancestor, and then that ancestor introducing you to another, and so forth. You may want to check your work against a known timeline of evolving species as you go along.

–If you don’t already do so, think of yourself more as a human animal. Emphasize the animal part, not in the Hollywoodized version of the “wild (wo)man/cave(wo)man”, but a human being who is the latest in one line of evolved animals. See how you fit into your ecosystem as an animal, eating, drinking, sleeping, etc. Do you feel more kinship to the other animals, both living and extinct? How about connection to the land?

Pet v.2011 by Diego Fernandez, 2011, http://diegoidef.deviantart.com

–Practice being very physically aware of yourself-as-animal. Walk around and otherwise move your body, and notice how your limbs are still very much like those of a quadruped, how your knees and back especially still hearken back to before we began to walk upright (and like to remind us, sometimes painfully, that the evolution isn’t done yet!). Imagine what it might feel like to shift your form backward in your evolutionary history to that of a proto-mammalian ancestor, or an earlier reptile, and even further back to aquatic ancestors. If it helps, read up on some comparative anatomy before you try this exercise.

–You may also wish to ask one or more of your “brain totems” to show you a bit of what their physical counterparts’ forms were like. If you feel comfortable, try to accentuate the part of your brain that is associated with the totem you’re working with; if you’re working with your reptilian brain totem, imagine that you are primarily concerned with the basic needs of survival, defense, territory, and reaction.

These are just a few paths you may choose to explore from here. Feel free to explore beyond them, and to experiment.

Ultimately, the point of all this is to be more familiar with yourself as an animal, with how your motivations, thoughts and feelings are largely inherited from our species’ ancestors. Rather than shoving down our animal selves, we can learn from other creatures how to use these various levels of our brains, the hard-wired seats of our minds. Our comparative neurophysiology shows us our heritage; we have only gained ignorance by trying to push it away. Let us embrace ourselves as human animals. Let us learn to balance what is unique to us with humans, with all that humanity has been built on. Let us become the best human animal beings possible.

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