The front is big and black, predicts that the early part of winter will be severe. Look out east coast, as the storm rises from the south, working its way up the coast!
I woke and lay there, my mind racing with my own thoughts. Thoughts of my future, thoughts of the day to day routines, how am I going to… (fill in with next project, next decision to make).
As I laid there, waiting for the urge to stop thinking and focus on sleep again (it’s a counting backwards thing–you know…100…99…98…97…) I heard the pack. Yip-yip-yip…coyotes. What was their cry and why? Not just one or two. A pack.
I am safe from these wild things. I take precautions. We are cool with each other, as long as we do not invade each other’s territory. And sometimes that happens.
While their yips caused me a slight jolt of fear, I was reminded of nature and her wild ways. Humans are at the top of the food chain. We think, we reason, we build, we take over. There is no room for nature, only humans. We create, we live, we want the wild. We tame the wild. We build our cities, we build our houses and our factories, and our warehouses to store all of the wonderful things we have made, so we can sell/share it with others.
But nature can take over anytime she wants. In our confidence as humans, we build things to last, for a little while, because we tend, now that we have the technology, to tear down and build more and better. Then the hurricane flies. The tornado winds swirl, the mosquito bites. Humans worry and wonder how will they make it through this natural disaster?
Oh, but nature is so beautiful. Wouldn’t it be nice to live here? Yes, it would be good. But you do have to live respectfully and naturally. There are wild things in this world that need respect.
Carefully, let us tread.
I’m so tired of news. Man vs. Nature. What do they expect? Seriously! We mess with the land, we try to tame nature. There is no taming her. She will take over whenever man tries to control her too much. When will we learn to respect her? Leave the Everglades alone, respond to the cities and leave if you need to!
Leave her for a few moments, she will take over her world. This is her world. It’s not nice to try to fool Mother Natire, after all.
A friend pointed out to me an article in The Conservationist, a circular that encompasses New York State wildlife. An Emerson fan, she thought of me when the author of an article spoke of Emerson. Naturally drawn to Emerson, I looked up the article, Chomping at Nature’s Bit by Eli Knapp. There it was. “Adapt the pace of nature, her secret is patience.”
I can agree with this concept. Nature is very patient. She wait for us to mess up, then she calmly takes over. Paved roads break up while she takes over. Brush grows up in fields that the farmer has kept plowed, our neglect becomes her tapestry.
I have forbidden the groundhog hunt here on our civilized patch. Build more garden, share it, I say (I’m not the one building the garden, easy for me to say). Then again, if you need to remove them, do not ever let me know. I cannot bear the thought. I’m definitely a human heart here, while they live on instinct, and the reality of the world is that, if we want to keep our crops for harvest, we need to limit their “help” in harvesting!
Back to the subject at hand, Emerson and Nature. I encourage you to read his essay. Absorb it. Be patient with it.
In patience, I seek a word from this essay to inspire you, my readers, to seek. Difficult at the least, I send you this: Nature is loved by what is best in us. It is loved as the city of God. I dare not say more, at least, not now. Emerson is difficult in that we cannot take mere quotes and have them realized in and of themselves, they must be coupled with the rest of the essay. The one thing I have learned from Emerson can bring my defeat as his follower: Lay this volume down. You had better never see my essays than to be warped by their attraction out of your own orbit and be made my satellite. Then let me lay this volume down, and step outdoors where my dog absorbs nature, she is my lesson. As are the birds, the groundhog, and the breeze which blows against my face.