priya tuli's randombloggz 2010-09-10T14:28:31+03:00 Apache Roller (incubating) Earth Day 2010...are we listening yet? priya 2010-04-18T19:45:00+03:00 2010-04-20T00:31:24+03:00 <p><p><br/> Another Earth Day approaches, as volcanoes erupt and species are hunted to extinction, and we blithely continue to uphold our sacred creed of conspicuous consumption. I'm not going to take off on the evils of plastic or malls or consumerism today, nor rant about our wasteful and selfish ways. Instead, I'd like to share a beautiful thought from Chief Seattle:<br /><br /><i><span class="huge">&quot;Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but<br/> one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.</span>&quot;<br /><br /></i>He was wise enough to know then, what we are only now beginning to accept. The 'we are all one' mantra has recently begun to resonate with growing numbers of people across the world. The ancient Hopi prophecy could be right; maybe we really are the ones we have been waiting for. And no, that's not an Obama original, much as I like the guy. He's a good human bean.<i><br /></i></p><p>So back to Chief Seattle, who was also a good human bean. There is a beautiful and moving speech attributed to him, and there is also an unresolved historic controversy about whether these really were his words or not. To me, that's a moot point; the sentiment in those words, whoever wrote them, cannot fail to touch you. It's long, but well worth a read. Get yourself a coffee and read it to the end, if you're not already familiar with it. And even if you are. <img src="" class="smiley" alt=":-)" title=":-)" />&nbsp; This is not my favourite version; I couldn't locate the one I wanted on the net. But it's close enough. So, enjoy! My Earth Day gift to you.<br /><br /><font color="#4169e1"><i>&quot;How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?</i><i><br /><br />&quot;Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine<br/> needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memories of the red man.<br /><br />&quot;The</i><i> white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters; the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and man --- all belong to the same family.<br /><br />&quot;So, when the Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us. The Great Chief sends word he will reserve us a place so that we can live comfortably to ourselves. He will be our father and we will be his children.<br /><br />&quot;So, we will consider your offer to buy our land. But it will not be<br/> easy. For this land is sacred to us. This shining water that moves in<br/> the streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our<br/> ancestors. If we sell you the land, you must remember that it is<br/> sacred, and you must teach your children that it is sacred and that<br/> each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.<br /><br />&quot;The rivers are our brothers, they quench our thirst. The rivers carry our canoes, and feed our children. If we sell you our land, you must remember, and teach your children, that the rivers are our brothers and yours, and you must henceforth give the rivers the kindness you would give any brother.<br /><br />&quot;We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The earth is not his brother, but his enemy, and when he has conquered it, he moves on. He leaves his father's grave behind, and he does not care. He kidnaps the earth from his children, and he does not care. His father's grave, and his children's birthright are forgotten. He treats his mother, the earth, and his brother, the sky, as things to be bought, plundered, sold like sheep or bright beads. His appetite will devour the earth and leave behind only a desert.<br /><br />&quot;I do not know. Our ways are different than your ways. The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the red man. There is no quiet place in the white man's cities. No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring or the rustle of the insect's wings. The clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around the pond at night? I am a red man and do not understand. The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of a pond and the smell of the wind itself, cleaned by a midday rain, or scented with pinon pine.<br /><br />&quot;The air is precious to the red man for all things share the same<br/> breath, the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath. </i></font><font color="#4169e1"><i>The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days he is numb to the stench. But if </i></font><font color="#4169e1"><i>we sell you our land, you must remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.<br /><br /></i></font><font color="#4169e1"><i>&quot;The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also received his last sigh. And if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred as a place where even the white man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow's flowers.<br /><br />&quot;So we will consider your offer to buy our land. If we decide to accept, I will make one condition - the white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers.<br /><br />&quot;I am a savage and do not understand any other way. I have seen a thousand rotting buffaloes on the prairie, left by the white man who shot them from a passing train. I am a savage and do not understand how the smoking iron horse can be made more important than the buffalo that we kill only to stay alive.<br /><br />&quot;What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of the spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are connected.<br /><br />&quot;You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of our grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children that we have taught our children that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.<br /><br />&quot;This we know; the earth does not belong to man; man belongs to the earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected.<br /><br />&quot;Even the white man, whose God walks and talks with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We shall see. One thing we know which the white man may one day discover; our God is the same God.<br /><br />You may think now that you own Him as you wish to own our land; but you cannot. He is the God of man, and His compassion is equal for the red man and the white. The earth is precious to Him, and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator. The whites too shall pass; perhaps sooner than all other tribes. Contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.<br /><br />&quot;But in your perishing you will shine brightly fired by the strength of the God who brought you to this land and for some special purpose gave you dominion over this land and over the red man.<br /><br />&quot;That destiny is a mystery to us, for we do not understand when the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses are tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires.<br /><br />&quot;Where is the thicket? Gone. Where is the eagle? Gone.</i></font><font color="#4169e1"><i><br />The end of living and the beginning of survival.&quot;<br /><br />1854</i></font><br /></p></p> Earth Day 2009, anyone?! priya 2009-04-22T11:31:29+03:00 2010-04-20T00:36:33+03:00 <p><p><span lang="EN-GB">Today, in celebration of our fragile blue-green home-planet, I plan to turn off all non-essential lights, including those in my head, which I do every day anyhow. I also plan to skip showering, just for today, thereby conserving&nbsp;80 gallons of water per shower x 3, that’s a staggering 240 gallons in one day. So don’t come too close; fair warning, as you’ll probably smell me approaching a mile away.<br /><br /></span><span lang="EN-GB">I am also going out into the garden to hug my glorious 10-year-old <i>ficus benjamina,</i> planted way before tree-planting was even remotely fashionable. This particular Tree has history and much character, with huge aerial roots that have turned into part of the trunk.<br /><br /></span><span lang="EN-GB">It started out as a spindly indoor plant , and sat in my living room by the French windows for several months till it&nbsp;reached the ceiling. Then the cats began to use it as a scratching post; in fact, it still bears those gouge-marks on its incredible&nbsp;186 cm. circumference. I moved the pot out into the garden for a few months of respite from feline attentions and lo and behold, the roots actually broke out, smashing the pot, and one very persistent aerial root simply grew into the soil, canting the Tree over at a precarious 50-degree angle. It resisted all my efforts to straighten it up, eventually righting itself as it grew, tall, strong and proud.<br /><br /></span><span lang="EN-GB">I later realized that bcause it had leaned over like that,&nbsp;I got to&nbsp;see it from my bedroom window, which faces out onto the garden.&nbsp;So when it grew so tall and I&nbsp;couldn’t see any leaves, just the trunk, I moaned about it to the Tree. In a few months, it responded…I kid you not…by putting out new branches at window-level, so I get to enjoy watching new leaves appear year-round. That Tree really hears me.<br /><br /></span><span lang="EN-GB">Anyone visiting my home stops and stares, exclaiming at the Tree, which is the first thing you notice in my exuberantly overgrown tropical-jungle garden. That Tree has a certain something that makes you stop and take notice. The local Feng Shui man told me that I’m lucky the Garden God has blessed me by choosing my Tree to reside in, of all the others in my area. This is true; I have always felt safe and protected in this house, and I am connected to that Tree in an inexplicable way; perhaps because my father bought it for me when I first moved in. I feel it still connects me to him in a real and tangible way.<br /><br /></span><span lang="EN-GB">So today’s agenda: fewer lights, no showers, hug the Tree, take my own shopping bag to the supermarket, which I mostly do anyway. That’s part of my contribution&nbsp;towards Earth Day this year... for the rest of the year. What’s yours going to be?<br /><br /></span><span lang="EN-GB">Here’s a humble suggestion. If you do nothing else today to celebrate our planet, you could do just this one little thing. Go check out </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 8pt;"><a href=""><font color="#800080"></font></a> <span>&nbsp;</span></span><span lang="EN-GB">and watch the video, browse some of the issues on that page and sign up to receive campaign alerts and find out how you can make a difference. Get involved; by now you know that every voice is important, every person counts. So come on, people, let’s see a show of hands! Stand up for your home-planet and do one thing to make a difference each day. It’s such a small price to pay for the privilege of being here, innit?<span>&nbsp;</span><img src="" class="smiley" alt=":-)" title=":-)" /></span></p></p>