This is a response to mudlips’s post I want to hope. I thought about what she had to say over and over as I had met and knew people with similar reactions of sadness and anger over human environmental degradation. I was writing a comment and realized it was much too long and needed to be in a post of my own.
I was an environmental studies student, and I worked with an environmental educator at city hall. I was a Boy Scout. I have talked with friends that have shared knowledge with me about geology, archeology, anthropology, and how flora and fauna live both in wild and domestic contexts. I am LDS/Mormon, but also consider myself a philosophical Taoist. I suppose I am of the stewardship school as far as the Earth.
I am reluctant to see the Earth overall as nuturing, comforting, although it can be all those things in particular instances. Mostly, I suffer from nerve damage and other health concerns that have me howling and groaning in pain when the temperature drops, the humidity rises, or there is other clashes of weather. I am grateful for the rain when it comes out here– it waters my humble garden and orchard, but it often hurts like hell these days.
I have seen examples that lead me to believe that Mother Nature is impartial, and will slay any wanderer that is not prepared and vigilant. I love technology, yet find some respite in observing nature, and even what view I can get of the cosmos.
I see myself as an Indigo Man– I want to know my place in the universe, and have a sense of that place. My wife calls me a “seeker of truth”; as my soulmate, she knows of my ancient quest to know the song of the stars, and the interconnectedness of all things throughout the senses, and the artistic expressions of such. She remembers my friendship with an old music-loving soul that admired my thoughts, although much of the world knows of him much more than it does of me.
What does that mean in my context here (my blog theme, currently) of the Monomyth? While I think this mortal existence is beautiful, I still see it as a journey. I reject Platonic implications that our universe in tangible form is an imperfect copy of concepts and ideas. Nor do I think that spirit is superior to the body, as some early Christians in the Hellenistic world surmised. No, I look forward to a day when spirit is fused to body more perfectly, not with blood, but with light. I look forward to the day…
…till all are one.