November 25, 2012 § 2 Comments
SACRED UNIVERSE shows the way like none other i’ve read
this is hard
yes of course, she moves me
beautiful shots of mother -the colors,
textures, sweep who can ignore
then those places loosely heard tell
someone now describing in moving detail
places where ma most hurts -those melting poles
there’s been undeniable science
pointing to horrendous overstepping
facts hard-&-fast, the evidence ever mounting
so much of all of that
to blog about here
to take in, digest
even breakthrough guides
like brave go-it-aloner james lovelock
father of holy cow, she’s alive!
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and then there’s thomas berry
1st thought: my god!
how come so long to hear this prophet?
talk about she moves me!
does mother ever move him!
words rung clear as chiming matins
THE SACRED UNIVERSE to be sure, but
not just religion any more
not even earth by herself
let’s start with alienation
ok, one hellofa way to start
but clearly the one we chose
here in the west straight from day one
say, so-called enlightenment day. and on those heels
industrial revolution: enslavement days
thence our god, our land
even our constitution, our very one-another
look around to see -what’s left??
but berry doesn’t leave us there
takes us back to places deep-known
a great looking back w/o going back!
no way i can summarize this work for you
so here on out, in blog posts to come
rattling-pillar quotes -as they have my own
meantime please, if you haven’t already, and
if still hobbling on this trek with me
do pick up thomas berry and see for yourself
insights original, work that glows
sure to change your life on earth
can’t now imagine other way to get going . . . !
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The future must be felt as already present. Humans cannot long sustain ecstatic bliss that is the culmination of all great cultural traditions. If this is not granted in the immediacy of the present in its legitimate reality then we will seek illusory fulfillment in whatever ways are available to us. We must live in paradise not tomorrow but today.
. . . The primordial symbolism and the spiritual disciplines of the ancient traditions were not ephemeral productions of passing human fancy. They are tough and enduring realities capable of carrying the weight of the centuries and the larger hopes and destinies of humankind. They are more real and more needed today than ever before if human life is to have the serenity and vigor required to move the peoples and civilizations of the world into deeper integration with earth processes.
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What is needed is a new pattern of rapport with the planet. Here we come to the critical transformation needed in the emotional, aesthetic, spiritual, and religious orders of life. Only a change that profound in human consciousness can remedy the deep cultural pathology manifest in such destructive behavior.
. . . The poets and artists can help restore this sense of rapport with the natural world. It is this renewed energy of reciprocity with nature in all its complexity and remarkable beauty that can help provide the psychic and spiritual energies necessary for the work ahead.
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October 22, 2011 § Leave a Comment
looks like gonna be another
before we step aside again
with words to look mother in the eye
one word pops out today
and i’ll say it: swarm
how can i decry what’s goin on in dc
or closer: what’s not
when i’m no better
i’m carried away too
in this swarm of activity
passing for life on planet earth
got a house to sell
place i hate to lose
scrubbing down for next occupant
performing my grief yet again
last weekend’s workshop leaves me
with a mountain of video to edit and
i gotta prep for next weekend’s show
pix ahead to print & mount
thought i’d let you know
what ant’s alone here?
yeah, i gotta live here too
( oh-oh less & less like once i was )
i’m weeks behind another fine read
paul gilding’s GREAT DISRUPTION
talk about out from the swarm!
it rattles plenty to get off my chest
meantime to keep timely in touch
won’t you accept last week’s glimpse
off the pedals, my backyard lake loop
one more generous smile from ma
i ride now towards bro sun
‘stead of away from his swelter
missing those bests-of-the-day
these sudden cool mornings
i’ll be back . . .
October 8, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Forgive me, dear reader
too long since my last um . . . entry
( yes, again! )
well, this morning there is something i need to add
adele & i have this practice of sharing readings first thing
bit like church right in our living room
can’t tell you how often she finds something that hits home
tells me how she’s earmarking it for the book she’s writing
have to say this morning laugh’s on me
my turn down the mine shaft
anyway, too good not to share with you
while waiting to find the right moment
to tell you about paul gilding’s book just finished
this morning, picked up an old friend
CHOP WOOD – CARRY WATER
fell open to chapter twelve
much to carry me through this rainy day
here’s an excerpt . . .
According to an old Jewish folktale, one day a child, Honi, saw an old man digging a hole in the earth. Honi asked the man, “Must you do heavy work at your age? Have you no sons to help you?” The man kept digging. “This work I must do by myself.” Honi asked, “How old are you?” “I am seventy years and seven,” answered the man. “And what are you planting?” “I am planting a breadfruit tree,” was the answer, “and the fruit of this tree can be made into bread.” “And when will your tree bear fruit?” asked Honi. “In seventeen years and seven.” “But you surely will not live that long,” said Honi. “Yes,” said the old man, “I will not live that long, but I must plant this tree. When I came into this world there were trees here for me. It is my duty to make sure that when I leave there will be trees here also.”
At its base ecological awareness is spiritual; it is a return to the simple, profound respect for and responsibility to the earth that our ancestors knew and practiced. Ecological philosophy, like spiritual philosophy, teaches that we are all one, all united. No matter how deeply we look into the fabric of material being -the biological level, chemical level, subatomic level- we see that life forms are interdependent, co-conditioning and co-evolving. Every human effort, civilization, thought, and spiritual insight, requires and is supported by the whole of organic life.
“Pantanjali, Buddha, Moses, and Jesus did not go to workshops or seminars or even churches,” says Dolores LaChappelle, author of EARTH WISDOM. “They went directly to nature: sat under a Bodhi tree or on top of a mountain or in a cave. We’ve been living off the residual remains of their inspiration for thousands of years, but this has about run out. It is time to return to the source of this inspiration -the earth itself.”
The first step toward rediscovering this spiritual fountainhead is simple: go out and observe the natural world (yourself). We need simply to look very closely. In this way the earth teaches us its eternal message, quietly, in a way unlike the textbook learning about nature.
As Robert Hunter says in O SEASONS, O CASTLES: “In nature, there is no such thing as a clash of colors. The more carefully you look, the deeper the subtleties of harmony. It is not so much that things flow into each other or around each other like perfect jigsaw pieces; rather it is that there is only One Thing out there. And, somehow, it is not really ‘out there’. Somehow, it is ‘in here’ too. Inside. At the furthest wavelength of thought, the sea and the wind and the trees and sand are … me. It is a thought that blinks into the mind, like a giant laughing eye, and then is gone for a long, long time.” . . .
One of the most stirring and beautiful ideas to have emerged in our time -the Gaia Hypothesis, described as a “wedding of the traditional intuitive wisdom to contemporary scientific insight”- was first put forward by James E. Lovelock in 1975, in the book GAIA, A NEW LOOK AT LIFE ON EARTH. Lovelock rejects the popular notion of the planet we live on as an inert lump of rock. Instead, he suggests that “the entire range of living matter on Earth, from whales to bacteria and from oaks to algae, could be regarded as constituting a single living entity … endowed with faculties and powers far beyond those of its constituent parts.”
In other words, the world is a giant living creature that sustains us in the way a body sustains bacteria. Lovelock gives this theoretical super-being the name Gaia ( pronounced like “maya” ), which is the name the ancient Greeks gave to the goddess Mother Earth.
Interestingly, we have a distinguished scientist telling us in the last half of the twentieth century that the ancient Greeks were right after all. The native Indians, too.
Lovelock used the techniques of gas chromotography to measure and compare the atmospheres of Mars and Earth, and made the startling discovery that while Mars had been dead for millions of years, something had been manipulating Earth’s atmosphere during all that time, maintaining a perfect temperature for life to thrive.
“This led us,” Lovelock writes, “to the formation of the proposition that living matter, the air, the oceans, the land surface, were parts of a giant system which was able to control temperature, the composition of the air and sea, the pH of the soil, and so on as to be optimum for survival of the biosphere.”
Lovelock carries his idea one step further. He suggests that the human race, collected together as a species, is Gaia’s emerging nervous system and brain. We are the planet becoming aware of itself, awakening to some kind of incredible consciousness, greater than anything any individual human could ever hope to know.
Something of this special feeling that one, indeed, is probably part of an entity like Gaia ( at the very least ) is expressed by another scientist, John A. Livingston, in his 1953 study of humanity’s fancied separation from non-human nature, titled ONE COSMIC INSTANT, A NATURAL HISTORY OF HUMAN ARROGANCE:
“Though I do not expect that I shall be reborn directly as a crocus, I know that one day my atoms will inhabit a bacterium here, a diatom there, a nematode or a flagellate -even a crayfish or a sea cucumber. I will be here, in myriad forms, for as long as there are forms of life on Earth. I have always been here, and with a certain effort of will, I can sometimes remember.“
In his 1979 attempt to express the awareness that had evolved in the previous decade, Theordore Roszak, the historian, published a book titled PERSON/PLANET in which he stated:
“The needs of the planet are the needs of the person. And, therefore, the rights of the person are the rights of the planet. If a proper reverence for the sanctity of the Earth and the diversity of its people is the secret of peace and survival, then the adventure of self-discovery stands before us as the most practical of pleasures.”
September 22, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Time to weigh in, given such
surfacing substance, by way of
so many earthy outpourings
just where YOU comin’ out, jim?
i hear you asking
i hear me asking
yes, scribbler of little hesitation
tell us how it really is,
señor ernesto evrimon
all this dawning
from earned enlightenments
of underway lineup, these eco-prereqs
ok, so dazzling eurekas of global import
but what lights up here at home re:
your sad beleaguered brite blue mom?
maybe time to confess
( old tradition, comes easy )
well then, i can at least own up
check it out dear reader
either of us yet rid ourselves
of one of those cars?
or even drive them somewhat less?
or even think to turn off the a/c?
or sometimes take the slow lane?
let’s face it
we’re formed here
here’s how we live
so what’s it gonna take now that
both of us know well what’s coming
… asking yourself something familiar?
you with me, friend?
o i’ve the best of excuses myself
bet you do too
shall we compare … ?
where’s any public alternative?
besides, open air’s much too noisy
and right now i’m in a hurry
not to mention, just this side of
3/4-century mark i’m entitled
damn well fully earned it by now
and this old house older even than me
never did get the insulation it needs
how’s soc security to pay for that?
move to another place you say?
hey, i’m planning to die here
. . . shall i keep going?
got kids? can hear you too
uproot kit & kaboodle?
you must be kidding
and so our very survival’s dumped
once again down to very last place
in bulging list of what’s daily to do
while grim reality of goodbye gaia
creeps up on us sure, no matter
learnéd warnings & evidence galore
this gets weary. still with me pal?
one thing of mine long a-pestering:
sealed in here, windows all rolled up
life out there’s become IRRELEVANT
no wonder this crisis all-of-a-sudden
i’m out-of-touch, lost sensitivity
can’t tell smell of storm-on-the-way
not so my cat- like his wild cousins
first to escape the oncoming cyclone
don’t laugh- ask abby the weather!
closer by far, yon eons of touch, that
native knowing and learning and
passing along, respectful & balanced
a way of living now gradually going for
encircling family much more immediate
trading it in for something of MINE?
still, ask any person we call aborigine
even farmer -you remember farmer-
just listen what you get back …
“things are not as once they were!”
yet on march we as if no change
look: sun’s coming up, projects press,
and yes, i gotta go, i’m in a hurry!
cut back to global, the picture-in-full
if how we live that’s got us here
then what’s to do different? could
marx after all have had it right?
“FROM each according to ability
balanced by TO according to need”
current reading now takes me there
THE GREAT DISRUPTION by PAUL GILDING
with startling finale in fine crystal ball
( more on that in a coming posting )
does have this one cold warrior thinking
. . . aside from just who it is
doing the from-&-to, i’d much rather
GIFTS for that hard-edged ABILITY
helping our kids side up to their niche
but that old contest now long past
how ever’d we get off
living & breathing market has won!
well we’re sure paying for it now
our turn to fold from cold war of old
and this dear reader’s where i stop
left on my own i’m still in the woods
our way out? best keep on reading
and let’s keep meeting
at the rock in this place, ’cause
gilding, hertsgaard, mckibben & gore
agree: no matter harm already done
once awoken and made up our minds
we can do this thing
on orb we call
~ jim rucquoi
( posted by chance day following
major upheaval in human climate
centering in the state of georgia, USA )
September 20, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Be sure to watch this fantastic BBC series trailer full-screen and in 1080 HD
September 8, 2011 § 1 Comment
much as i resist departing pedals to pan o rama
MORE FROM SUMMER 2011 BICYCLE DAWNS
( best set to play + full-screen @ options, lower rt corner )
August 1, 2011 § Leave a Comment
A guy’s headed to prison
the guy should be receiving his country’s highest award
acting with clear head & conscience and a step-out gut
this guy risked it all to save the land
we owe you
at this point of unimaginable threats
this is what hope looks like
( reprint of nick magel’s blog @ EARTHblog, wed, 07/27/2011 – 17:46 )
You may or may not know Tim DeChristopher’s story, but you should, whether you agree with it or not.
Yesterday Tim DeChristopher was SENTENCED 2 YEARS IN FEDERAL PRISON for taking action that protected some of America’s great wild places and made the oil and gas industry furious. Unfortunately this act came at a great personal sacrifice for Tim. See, Tim didn’t accomplish this by lobbying his congressional representatives or posting on his Facebook. There wasn’t time for that. Tim saw a critical moment that demanded action and took it.
This blog isn’t about civil disobedience, its value as a tactic, or its place in any movement. It’s about, once again, how one person’s action sheds light on the countless individuals standing up for healthy communities, clean environments, and untrampled wilderness. (If you are more interested in the tactics, BILL MCKIBBEN wrote a great Op-Ed this past week looking at Tim’s tactic of civil disobedience.)
While sitting in class at university Tim caught wind of a massive land auction; one of the last major give-a-ways from the departing Bush Administration. After hearing about it he turned up at the Bush administration’s oil and gas leasing auction in Salt Lake. In the moment, while standing at the registration table and feeling the need to do something to shake up the public lands bonanza, he decided to register as a bidder, Bidder #70.
Sitting there watching oil and gas companies eagerly bidding to aquire the rights to develop extraction projects in the Southwest, Tim stepped in, as he explains in THIS VIDEO and quietly raised his paddle. He began to outbid the oil and gas industry and after it was all over Tim had “bought” $1.8 million in federal lands. It soon became clear that Tim had no intention of paying (student loans only go so far), but the auction had ended, the bidding was done. Most importantly the auction had ended without the sale of 14 leases on parcels totaling 22,500 acres around Arches and Canyonlands national parks.
Furthermore, just weeks after the auction a federal judge halted the sale of many of the parcels, ruling that the BLM had circumnavigated environmental protection laws of air quality and historic preservation. Then in 2009 Dept of the Interior shelved the 77 contested lease parcels, including ones Tim won.
Because of this action, people (myself included) are aware, more then ever about our government’s land and resource give-a-ways to the oil and gas industry. Take for example the impending threat of lands outside of the Grand Canyon to be mined for uranium.
However most importantly are the example of the families behind all the bids, auctions, land grabs, and back room deals. The families like DEBORAH ROGERS who began battling health issues shortly after Chesapeake began drilling near her home in April 2010. Or BOB & LISA PARR who’s property is now surrounded by 21 gas wells, being told by their doctor to LEAVE THEIR HOME WITHIN 48 HOURS after a series of health scares. These are the all to common stories of families and communities that have to live with the repercussions of the extractives industry’s land grabs.
Perhaps most importantly though, Tim has shown that it is not the decision makers in DC, nor the companies they answer to that will decide our energy future. It is the person sitting in a university classroom, typing in an office cubicle, or chatting on a front porch that decides that enough is enough and TAKES ACTION.
“At this point of unimaginable threats on the horizon, this is what hope looks like… With countless lives on the line, this is what love looks like, and it will only grow.” – Tim DeChristopher at is sentencing hearing.
As the urgency around domestic oil drilling, the rapid expansion on Marcellus Shale continues to dictate the US’s energy policy and priorities it will take individuals working collectively to transform our energy paradigm and transform business as usual between our elected representatives and extractive industries. Thankfully, that is exactly what is happening.
Tim will be in prison for the next two years. My hope is that in two years, when we walks out, he’ll be proud of the work we’ve done.
July 1, 2011 § Leave a Comment
so much screeching climate change denial
everywhere you turn. what a racket!
i’ve a theory: thou protestest too much!
i mean hasn’t that always told us?
clearly it’s gone beyond what can be expected
even if not always what’s done in polite company
i mean who needs to protect their turf
with that kind of bang?
it just don’t fit
on the other hand suppose these outspoken corp caretakers of ours
were more convinced even than we ourselves
of what’s just around the corner?
would it not pay to whip us up this way?
long as they got that handle on news outlets anyway
yeah, tell ‘em the whole thing’s a put-up job
yeah, people you need to go ’bout your business
don’t be afraid. nothing’s gonna harm you
don’t listen to them ( _______ fill-in-the-blank ) intellectuals
could you believe it?
this from the very manipulators
who swung the national ethos to fever fear pitch
and i can just as well make out that same little gang of hi livin folk
even more scared than the rest of us. so between assurances . . .
you kiddin? wait till all the trees are gone??
not before we make sure all the firewood’s in our hands
we damn well will see to it we lock up what’s left!
June 28, 2011 § Leave a Comment