“Someone needs to be speaking of Kingfishers, small English hedges, and lightning storms over New Mexico, and not just in the loud shout of an ecological protest rally. Some sweetness has to come too, some beguilement, some enchantment. Ecological disaster statistics are effective, but can also bring apathy or panic as bedfellows. We need people ‘with the tongue’ to touch the soul as well as the adrenaline ducts. The mythology of wilderness needs to be articulated as the mythology of our selves. That requires a certain type education and long periods spent moving and sitting in the wild. […] Grief has a watery quality that the [nature gods] seem to enjoy, in which we send clouds of feeling back to the sea. Handled well and ritually sanctioned, grief will be eaten by the gods. So speaking out goes in two directions: into the wires and lights of modern living and back into minute caves where the old heroes sleep, one ear open for a beautiful word. Every time they hear one, they blink a tear of oceanic moisture for the tumbling earth.” From Matin Shaws book, A Branch from the Lightning Tree,
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