Monthly Archives: November 2014


Pic. Elephant eye

There is mystery behind that masked gray visage, an ancient life force, delicate and mighty, awesome and enchanted, commanding the silence ordinarily reserved for mountain peaks, great fires, and the sea. —  Peter Matthiessen

I wish people were more like elephants.

Funny, huh?

But if you’re anything like me, you can’t help but enjoy seeing how elephants interact and live their lives – and it’s all there to watch every day on FaceBook. I could spend hours with them on the screen.

Rolling in the mud doesn’t look like real fun to me, even though elephants love it. Those mud baths help protect their sensitive skin, sort of like our sun screen. But splashing, rolling around in the water is more what I like to do. It’s not much different than going to the beach and throwing yourself into the ocean, especially if it’s the Caribbean or Hawaiian waters.

Take a moment, watch them care for their young, or the injured. It’s truly a community endeavor. Everyone looks out for every individual and no one is ever alone, unless they want to be.

I wish people could be that way and live in a world where everyone in their community cared about each other.

If an elephant youngster or any other member of the group falls or gets in some kind of trouble, several others come to comfort and take care of that individual. They encircle to create their own hospital unit, give their own treatment and do the best they can to save each other.  They are so kind and wise, and it seems so natural for them to love each other. Why can’t people learn to be that way and stop living such separate lives?

Elephant culture.

I wish I understood their language so whatever secrets they’ve learned can be passed on to us. What is it they are saying to each other that teaches them to be the way they are —such soulful beings. However they do it, they seem to communicate a sense of love and commitment that most humans don’t seem very interested in.

Maybe it’s because they’re naked.

No, really. They don’t worry about wearing the latest high-fashion shoes that look more like stilts in training for high acrobatics, or feel the need to buy new clothes every week, as though shopping is a human endeavor essential to growth and understanding.

What is human culture? What is it about?

Is it consumerism?

Maybe that’s what keeps us uncaring and isolated from each other. And most consumers already have so much that the same money could be spent on assisting others in their community (our herd). We could help people who haven’t enough to eat. Imagine trying to survive on the streets where people have to save their food to feed their young, while they go hungry.

Our Earth is dying all around us. What we’re not killing, climate change is. Even with all our instruments and scientific savvy, and our superior intelligence, humans have yet to find a cohesive way to act in their own best interests.

Where do elephants get that kind of wisdom?

They know when it’s time to migrate, time to search for water to survive. They understand their world, and they even know when it’s time to die. Each member of the herd acts not only in its best interest, but in the interests of its community.

That’s their world.

What’s wrong with us? Why can’t we be that way, too?

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A damning evaluation of a system that had put technological advancements ahead of human rights, and protection of the environment


Pic Mother

 Nostalgia.  We never seem to grasp the depth of life or events until they’re gone.

When a moment drifts away from our present and immerses itself into our past, it morphs into the most wonderful of times ever.

Nostalgia is tender, everything is richer. To make it perfect, we often rearrange things until they are even more beautiful. Our mind recreates the tiniest joy into something momentous and huge.

Why can’t life now be what it was then?

We were younger, smarter, stronger, and life was filled with endless dreams. Dreams that were going to make our life bigger, grander than it is. We get all misty-eyed remembering those past times —they were rose-colored with hints of shimmering gold.

Blemishes? Scratches? Imperfections? Few, if any. Not in that past time.

Nostalgia. Take me back. That’s where I want to live.

Even the seasons were the way they were supposed to be.  The air was good, unpolluted; spring meant flowers, everything would always come back to life; And what about those lazy summers at the beach, and when fall finally came with its mass of colorful leaves, it was followed by an awesome winter wonderland.

Wasn’t our world innocent then, filled with dense, oxygen-producing forests? A different planet, covered with vast swathes of green earth, unpolluted oceans with plentiful life that swam through the seas

Animals? Wild creatures? They were all there.

So unblemished. Gazillions of everything – elephants, lions, and tigers, rhinos, and plenty more. They all roamed the earth. There were so many of them that we thought nothing of shooting them, trapping them, wearing them around our bodies, hanging their dead heads on our walls. There were plenty more where they came from. Maybe it wasn’t right, but for those who liked to do that, it was a good thing not to be evolved.

And it’s true that looking back can make anything seem okay. But that was then, and this is now.

All of that is gone.


Looking out my window, at our world today without those rose colored glasses, I can’t help it, I have to ask: What kind of civilization murders and destroys what they don’t need just because they can? And the painful answer. We do. Human beings do.

Our life on Spaceship Earth, in the vast universe (we are on a rock hanging in space), continues to take us on a linear orbit and that tender, nostalgic past is never coming back.

This is the present. That’s where we are. All of us.

And those among us who continue to slaughter animals in order to take their tusks for ivory trinkets, for erectile problems, you need to really understand: In this world today, incredible beings are almost gone. The rain forests are disappearing and with them, future medicines and endless cures for human suffering, and along with their disappearance, there is the lost habitats for wildlife.

Wildlife is dying.

Humans can no longer indiscriminately mine, frack, drill, burn. Today, the air, the oceans, the forests on our planet are polluted, and climate change, with its impending disaster, is real.

Look out the window at the world today.  Look at your land. Your home in space. Our world is drying up and filled with the emptiness of drought. Along with the glaciers melting and disappearing, the oceans are becoming lifeless receptacles for trash.

Our planet is dying. Mother Earth is dying.

Wake up fellow Earth travelers. Forget the past. We’re not there anymore.

Be here now.

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A damning evaluation of a system that had put technological advancements ahead of human rights, and protection of the environment