September 2018

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My interest this summer has been on native plants and wildflowers of our beautiful Appalachian mountains. Wildflowers represent the ephemeral beauty of our world, often only discovered through macro photography. My eye is only able to see nature’s complexity when enlarged on my computer screen. This a world of individual flowers or small colonies visible only when one takes time to slow down and see.

  

In June I attended the Cullowhee Native Plant Conference at Western Carolina University, a gathering of knowledgeable plant specialists. They use the Latin terms, intimidating to me, a novice. They are a wonderful group of welcoming people who make all feel welcome. Among these knowledgeable folks climate change is indisputable fact. It is demonstrated by the ability to grow plants at the university that would not have survived 15 years ago and demonstrated by nurseries that have modified their plant catalogues to accommodate the changes. We are seeing more potent strains of poison ivy and more invasive plant activity as a result of longer growing seasons.

A week ago I attended a lecture by a noted meteorologist/climatologist. In her profession she gathered data and presented it. She did not advocate policy; that was left to decision makers. Her facts, though, made it clear that we have climate change and global warming, caused in large part by our carbon based energy production. We now spend more in the United States to cool homes than to warm them.Today the skies clear earlier at Asheville airport, the result of warmer nights that result in less cloud cover. 31 Alaskan native villages face relocation because of higher water levels and erosion. Engineers and architects are designing for higher ocean levels by building bridges higher. Design firms do not make such changes lightly, because the final costs are greater to their clients. These are only a few of the factual illustrations of climate change.

Yet, I continue to hear people deny climate change. They confuse weather which is local (e.g. a blizzard in late winter) with the broad impact of climate. Evidently, they listen more to the fake “news” of Fox, commentators such as Hannity, and paid spokespeople for big energy than to the reality. There is a tendency for all of us to deny what we don’t want to believe. I imagine the ancient Pompeians saying, “Non succendam!” as they looked toward Mt. Vesuvius.

Students of history are aware of societal collapses such as the Mayan civilization. Destruction of the rain forest and over-farming altered their environment. Rainfall declined. Crops failed. The people no longer believed their priests and leaders, and the political system collapsed.

There are immediate societal costs such as the cost of controlling invasive species, the health effects of respiratory illness and diseases such as malaria and fevers, and the impact on crop production, but we could face national and worldwide catastrophe.

We all bear responsibility. We are a consumer driven society, addicted to buying and using. I believe that awareness is at least a first step, one that could lead to positive changes. There is work on carbon recapture, but that is not economically viable (another myth of the climate deniers). What would be best is reduction or elimination of carbon energy consumption and a shift to renewable clean energy. Yet the United States remains a world leader in conspicuous consumption and planned obsolescence.

Is this a moral issue? Yes. The impact will fall first and foremost on the poor and disadvantaged. Do we as a society care? I’m afraid the answer is ‘no’. I think the wealthy and advantaged will simply use their resources to maintain their lifestyle. But as John Donne wrote: 

No man is an island; entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.

Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

 

 

2017 – Holiday Reflections

We  traveled to Bhutan and Thailand in March, a trip of a lifetime. Fortunately, for me, my second trip to that part of the world. It was not yet monsoon season, late winter, so not as green in Bhutan in October when I previously visited. As compensation, though, the skies were clearer, so we saw Mount Everest and the high Himalayas as we flew. We took a long hike one beautiful day and watched a farm family preparing and planting its fields with potatoes. This was physically hard work, done only with a tiller and by hand labor, but harkening to a simpler, happier time. Bhutan, its emphasis on Gross National Happiness, is a lesson for America where Gross Domestic Product is everything. I heard at a retreat years ago, “What you value is your God.”

We retired, giving us time for travel to Brevard, North Carolina, and Charleston, South Carolina. Lots of concert music and sights to see! It also gave us time to visit and spend more time with family. We enjoyed kayaking, Indian artifact hunting, and the total eclipse with granddaughters, Olivia and Mya.

We ended the year with one more trip – Costa Rica. I had visited there about 15 years ago, but was able to enjoy more of the country, including a side day trip to Nicaragua with its volcanos and colonial history, so beautifully on display in Grenada on the shores of Lake Nicaragua. We saw its dry and rain forests, each with its own flora and fauna. The wildlife included crocodiles, caimans, sloths, coatimundi, monkeys, and an incredible variety of birds.

Costa Ricans enjoy a much better life than many other Central Americans, but there is still a great deal of poverty compared to the rich life we enjoy. Nicaragua is even poorer. Many work in Costa Rica even though the lowest paying jobs. It was evidenced by the border traffic as people traveled home to spend Christmas with their loved ones. We saw several horse drawn carts filled with hay and one team of oxen pulling a cart laden with firewood. This was along the Pan American highway, a major roadway. Bicycle travel was common, dangerous with the proximity to traffic.

Nativity scenes and other Christmas decorations were everywhere. A highlight was Mass at Iglesia Catolica de Playas del Coco on December 17. The themes of my life have become focused on richer spirituality and trying to become less materialistic. Materialism is such a disease of modern America. It leads to selfishness and shallowness.  The rich family life of the Costa Ricans and Nicaraguans, despite there material poverty, is enviable. In many ways, they are richer and happier than we.

Dark nights. . .beautiful sunrises

It is a Monet sunrise here in the Great Smoky Mountains. I have been watching the sun gradually disperse the mists since 5 a.m. I have come to love early morning, in fact both ends of the day, punctuated by the prayers of Vigils and Compline. When younger I did not appreciate those times of day or the prayers, but age teaches and mellows us.

In one of the very low periods in my life I was commuting almost 200 miles round trip from Lake Hartwell to work in Atlanta. That is when I found peace at the Monastery of the Holy Spirit, and rediscovered faith and spirituality. I learned to appreciate rising around 3:30, even in the chill of winter, to begin my day with reflection and prayer. I would meditate as I made the long drive, using the time for quiet thought.

That time was a gift, one that has remained with me. We don’t think of such dark nights of the soul as gifts, but that is what they are. I have had a wonderful reward, one of appreciation for such mornings as this.

Reflection on a Butterfly

Monday, October 9th, our Monarch butterfly, a female, emerged and flew off into the trees late in the afternoon. Amazing, unfolding from its cellophane-like chrysalis, resting and testing its wings, seeing an entirely new world. When ready, it launched from the deck without hesitation, flying at two stories above earth, testing its fragile body for flight to Mexico.

A lesson for each of us: death to an old life and emergence to a completely new life, one in which we soar and enjoy freedom.

Metamorphosis

No, this post is not about Franz Kafka! It is about butterflies.

We spent Saturday, September 23, at the Monastery of the Holy Spirit in Conyers, Georgia attending an all-day workshop on pollinators: Monarch butterflies, bees and hummingbirds to name a few. We got back to Franklin late Saturday night. It was a wonderful day of learning at a special place of reflection and faith. For me this has been a summer learning more about Monarch butterflies that amazingly migrate thousands of miles to forests in Mexico to winter in colonies of millions. I remember them as a kid on our Minnesota farm. They are more numerous in the midwest than here in the southeastern United States. I have several milkweed plants, the host for Monarchs, in my flower garden.

When visiting in Minnesota in July my sister, Janet, and I learned from m our cousin, Louise, how to raise Monarch larva in the house. Louise is a former teacher, very patient and caring. As a result of what we learned Janet successfully reared 7 butterflies this summer.

Many of our pollinators are in trouble. That could be disastrous for mankind. The reasons include habitat loss and use of pesticides. At the conference we learned things, many small, that we can do, such as a few good pollinating plants where we have space in our gardens. My milkweed plants did not do well this year. Aphids were particularly bad. By now my plants were worn and ragged, and I was thinking of cutting them.  Unbelievable coincidence/miracle, when I checked my garden last Sunday there was a Monarch caterpillar on the milkweed! We brought him in the house and fed him milkweed leaves until today when he spun his chrysalis!!! It appears we may have success with this Monarch.

In five years here at our Franklin home I have only seen 1 Monarch butterfly. That was this summer. 1 butterfly, 3 poor milkweed plants . . . it is incredible that we have hopes to hatch a healthy butterfly to return to Mexico. The lesson in all we do is that is is the small things, the attention to detail and the caring that may bear fruit. And, we all go through out own metamorphosis as we age and learn.