The birthing grounds

The birthing grounds

Hear us! Calls the great wild! In your mind, in your conscience, we are yours. Hear us, almighty human, our mutual support protects this planet and together we are one.
We are your ancestors, your soul, your protection, your survival and your adventure. What great landscape thrives without us. Devoid of song, only the wind and the creaking trees, the rushing meditative sounds of streams and rivers, but no other life. No bird songs, no love calls, no chance for a glimpse of that animal majesty. No thrill of wonder at the beautiful creature. The docile doe and her shy fawn, the immense bear and her tiny cub. The howl of wolves and the chorus of coyotes. Not a sound.
The quiet rings with its earie silence. The showy flowers dazzle with brilliant colour. We are alone. Alone in the great wild, alone on the planet. Plunder no more, it`s gone forever.
The earth song of the creatures of the night has vanished. The daily sightings of wildlife is a memory of the aged mind. Imagination.
Lost to traffic, environmental damage, habitat loss, global warming, plunder and greed. The small fish flee from the nets cast out and squirm and wriggle to be free. Still the catch is plenty, but the tiny ones are gone. Too small and delicate for the harsh handling. A life too difficult to conquer.
The plunder of the birthing grounds is a challenge too great to bear.
Here, sighs the great planet. Your stomachs are full. Full of the offspring of adults long gone. A last birthing place, now silent. For you mankind long for the setting sun and the endless restful waves. The constant splashing and rocking, the peace, the tranquility, the calm. Your minds are clear and peace becomes you. The ocean fills you with meditative peace.
Gone are the voices of the disturbing birds, the call of their insistent racket. They steal your prey and fly off with your catch. The mighty whale sinks to the ocean floor, his food source vanished and love song dies.
Here! Almighty human, we know your name! cries the great planet. The creatures don’t please you. Only the wind, the rain, the storm, that’s all you want, that’s all that there will be. The birthing ground is plundered and no life will be saved.
EAT! Your stomachs will be full! EAT!

There is plenty, groans the planet. There is plenty.
The wild creatures hear your command, oh great mankind. You are the master, you are the champion, you are supreme. For you we vanish, we die, we perish. For you we stop breading, we stop eating, we stop being. For you are the master and we are nothing. We will stop eating your daily catch, stop intruding your playful waters, stop singing our songs of joy.
We loved the planet. We lived and played here, but now we are gone.

We beg no more. You almighty man have conquered and the great planet sighs and gives in. We are gone.

written by Dr. Louise Hayes
August 27, 2013

The call of the wild

The call of the wild

Good Morning Bravehearts

As summer wanes to an end, your new adventures unfold.  The mighty landscape calls to us in its endearing voice.  Come to the challenge almighty human.   I call to you with the voices of all of my being.  The wind and rain, the voices of the wild creatures, the song that sings in your heart.  Hear me almighty human!, calls the great planet, a new adventure  for this day.

The fall signals the change of season, the early morning air  has a crisp chill and presents another danger.  Cold.  Be prepared.

The mountain creatures protect us from our exuberant, impulsive selves.  Don’t venture alone.  The wild landscape is a dauntless master, full of pitfalls.  Changeable weather, hypothermia, injury, cold waters, rough landscape.  The powerful predator reminds us, don’t venture alone.

We inhabit this great place, we are the keepers of these lands.  Your bullets might harm us, but we protect you.  Your image of us in your minds, remind you, don’t travel alone..  The powerful, swift, predator, the bear the cougar, the wary hunters the wolves all remind us of the dangers of the wild, but the wildlife can’t protect you from yourselves.  Don’t bother with your rifles almighty human, don’t travel alone.  Your rifles won’t protect you from the sudden change in weather, from burning sun to sudden squalls of rain, hail and snow.  The path becomes slick with mud and slippery footing causes injury.  The beating rain freezes your hands, your body and the wet rain soaks your skin.  You can’t escape the cold.  Leave your guns at home.  The predator can see you, but your own skills will save you.  Be prepared.

The fall brings out a new dimension in travel.  The seasonal change charges the wildlife with new purpose.   The hungry bears forage for food to increase their fat stores for long winter hibernation.

A call rings throughout the land.  A love song, a challenge, a call of competition.  The elk have started to rut and the mighty animal starts to herd  the females.  These are mine! he calls to the wind and he awaits the response of his foe.  The mighty foe responds with courage and the battle unfolds.  This is a dangerous time.  The wild life are focused on their perpetual survival.  The need for creation controls them and they surge with power.  No docile being is this immense creature.  They call the challenge to fight, to control the herd, to dominate, to win their might, their majesty, their right to mate.  The will to survive, to pass on the genetics of strength and of beauty.  The call of the challenge, the clash of the antlers, the battles, the dueling.  Don’t venture near. They charge intruders, animal life ,humans and sometimes vehicles.

There are others, the sheep and the deer will mate as well.  The clack of their horns as they charge at each other.  Be careful!  They are dangerous, these are wild times.  The once wary animals are too focused on survival.  Be careful almighty human, caution in your travels, be prepared.

written by Dr. Louise Hayes

August 26,2013