Coyote's Call

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In the span of my lifetime, the rate of upheaval in populations and weather is staggering. It is hard for me to imagine how the planet can take this continuing abuse and still sustain life as we know it. This week I feel discouraged by the lack of any real progress at the International Conference on Climate Change in Cancun, Mexico, after a similarly unproductive conference in Copenhagen last year. To ask individuals, nations and conglomerates to sacrifice profits and lifestyle and to invest in more progressive technologies that could limit emissions and dependence on oil may be too much during rough economic times. It is hard to understand how losing species and habitat, rising temperatures and coastal waters, melting ice caps and dying deserts and oceans make a difference when one is just trying to get by. How can we ask those not immediately affected by climate change to care? At times I find being human beyond overwhelming!

Chief Seattle said “The earth does not belong to us, We belong to the Earth. Man is merely a strand in the web of life. What we do to the web, we do to ourselves.” When the web is brittle or damaged and its strands are weak and sparse, the spider will surely fail to thrive. Jason’s teachings go deeper in helping me understand levels and layers of our interrelatedness through his discussion of fractals, holographs and strange attracters in his text “Kabbalistic Healing”. Each small piece of creation reflects, contains, affects and is affected by the Whole. Not only does the system become less resilient and robust when the variety, redundancy and complexity of its forms are diminished and whole sub-systems are tampered with, but arguably the health of each component part is compromised as well. Perhaps this is why it feels like a part of my soul shrivels and shrinks with each loss of species, habitat, culture and language. The picture gets fuzzier, less crisp and multi-layered as elemental parts and sub-structures disappear.

Yesterday I took time for renewal and went to soak in the deep mineral pools high in the Colorado mountains, once the winter stopping grounds of the Ute and Shoshone tribes. The new moon’s mere sliver of light allowed the cold clear night to shine with the dance of ten billion stars. Our galaxy moved to the foreground, a fine dust filling the frozen air with a milky greenish haze. Driving through the Rockies earlier in the day, I could not but notice the once wild horses and deer are all fenced in, and the mighty elk and big horn sheep with their boldly spiraled horns are almost tame. They roam near towns and highways in search of winter grasses, now avoiding traffic with the dexterity they once used to flee the wolves. As the large mammals and predators who once roamed the mountains and plains are confined to zoos and game parks, songbirds become sparse and dolphins and whales lose their reign, some wildness in me is stifled and I howl in despair.

Unwinding, I let my body sink into the soothing, mid-night waters. A potent healing balm deep from the Earth’s core caresses my skin and softens my thoughts. I surrender to the deafening silence, broken only by coyote’s untamed lament. I feel in and around me the boundless regenerative force of our Mother ship. There are worms thriving in natural oil pools deep in the ocean miles from the BP Gulf spill, as a unique species of snails vanishes in drying up lake beds near Lake Banff. As humanity thrives and seeds the planet, some organisms will live and many will perish. Life in some form will surely carry on. Lying in the ancient waters filled with mineral's from the planet's depths, I become attuned to an Original Creative Force that includes, and is not diminished by destruction or change.

Looking into the vastness of the star-filled sky, I feel myself as a pulsing strand of star dust floating through an unimaginable vastness. Our planet’s lifespan is not even a micro second in the pulse of time. Yet somehow our lovely Earth frolics through space, as if kissed by God. How arrogant to think I could begin to fathom the world's mysterious and miraculous unfolding! To rest in this place of infinity while feeling my immense smallness is to waltz to a discordant harmony, dying into life. I sink more deeply into the vaporous waters and thank coyote whose lonely Call awakens my own. I pray that I may find courage to unabashedly love and care for our Home and all who dwell here; that this will open me wide as the star-filled sky; that Mercy and Forgiveness not be diminished through our reckless stewardship; that I may sincerely love my human limitations with clipped wings and broken heart.