Archive for December, 2010
Friday, December 31st, 2010
¬†¬†¬†¬† For some days I¬†have been¬†wanting to post¬†an inspiring and hopeful New Year’s message¬†to¬†EARTH CONNECTION readers.¬† I thought about¬†writing something myself but couldn’t come up with anything.¬† I¬†looked around on the Internet but couldn’t find the uplifting message I was looking for.
¬†¬†¬†¬† Although I wanted to send¬†out a message of hope and encouragement, the¬†truth is, I need such a message¬†myself.¬†¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬† Since I couldn’t¬†create or find the upbeat message I wanted, I decided to go where my natural energies were leading me–to learn about the despair work of Joanna Macy.¬†¬† I’d been thinking for quite awhile about this wise woman who,¬†in the 1980s, helped people to confront honestly¬†the possibility of nuclear annihilation and to deal¬†with their feelings about it¬†in healthy, empowering ways.¬† What might she have to say now, I wondered.¬† Would she have wisdom for¬†dealing with¬†fear, grief, and despair about our dying planet?¬†¬†Could she offer guidance for finding empowerment?¬†¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬† So I looked into Ms. Macy’s recent work, and I found just what I needed to bolster myself in the coming year.¬† I hope it will¬†benefit you as well.¬†¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬† In her beautiful, thoughtful, instructive¬†piece to which I post a link below, Ms. Macy writes of¬†the¬†necessity of¬†allowing ourselves to fully feel¬†our pain, fear and sorrow over the future of our planet and all that we hold dear.¬†¬†While such a course is difficult, it is the only way, she believes, to be healthy and to find the power¬†to act effectively on behalf of our planet.¬† We are not helpless, she says.¬† But because we fear the feeling of helplessness, we turn away from our natural love and grief for the earth.
¬†¬†¬†¬† So this is the message of hope that feels right to me this New Year’s.¬† We are in a terrible situation.¬† We must honestly face it and experience the depth of our feelings about it.¬† It seems counterintuitive, but doing so will empower us.¬† And we need to be empowered if we are to act for our¬†future and that of our children.¬† Ms. Macy’s artaicle is very long, but very much worth reading.¬† I invite you to make the time for it.¬†¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬† Joanna Macy¬†has given me an idea for 2011.¬† I plan to learn more about the Council of All Beings program¬†and the collective mourning mourning ritual she has developed¬†to help people to work through their repressed responses to the threat of environmental disaster.¬† I am thinking about organizing such an event in my area.
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†And so I wish you a hopeful, inspired 2011.¬† Despite the gravity of our environmental plight, I believe there is a great deal we can do about it.¬† And taking in the wisdom of Joanna Macy can be a great help.–April Moore
Tuesday, December 28th, 2010
¬†¬†¬†¬† The time is drawing near for millions of us to say good-bye to¬†the live Christmas tree that has¬†graced our home during the Christmas season.¬† Typically, ‘old’ Christmas trees end up in the landfill.¬† But it doesn’t have to be that way.¬† Teresa O’Connor of seasonalwisdom.com¬†offers eight suggestions for environmentally friendly things to do with a Christmas tree after the Christmas holidays are over:¬†¬†¬†¬†
1.¬† Recycle it: Many communities across the United States offer recycling programs for properly prepared Christmas trees. Check with your local government or waste management companies for more information. Remember: trees that have been flocked, painted or fireproofed cannot typically be recycled. So, keep that in mind when you shop for a tree. Always, remove all ornaments, tinsel, nails and stands. If your tree is taller than 6 feet, cut it in half.
2.¬† Feed the birds: Before you recycle, set the tree in your back yard and decorate it with orange slices, cranberries or popcorn. The birds will love the winter feast. Just be sure to first remove all tinsel, lights and decorations.
3.¬† Chip it: Christmas trees can be run through a chipper or shredder to make mulch for garden paths. Chips also make effective bulk for compost piles. Again, be sure the tree has been stripped of decorations before you put it in the chipper.
4.¬† Mulch it: Remove needles and use as a layer of mulch in your garden. It‚Äôs a great way to conserve water and to fight weeds. The needles are especially appropriate for acid-loving plants. Use the stripped tree to later support climbing beans or sweet peas.
5.¬† Protect wildlife: Have a big yard? Consider leaving the tree outside to decompose naturally. These trees provide valuable wildlife cover for birds, rabbits and other small animals. Over time, trees decay and add nutrients to soil.
6.¬† Smell it: Use aromatic needles in potpourri. Combine dry, crumbled needles with whole cloves, broken cinnamon sticks, dried orange peel and orrisroot. Add several drops of fir, cedar, orange and/or cinnamon essential oil(s). Keep covered for at least a week so scents blend. Stir regularly. Display in bowls or make scented pillows.
7.¬† Take a bath: Soaking in a pine-needle-infused bath is popular in the European Alps. In fact, pine is widely used for muscle pain, rheumatism and circulation problems, according to ‚ÄúThe Herb Society of America‚Äôs Encyclopedia of Herbs and Their Uses‚ÄĚ (Dorling Kindersley Publishing, 2001).To make a soothing pine-bath concoction, gently boil 1/2 cup of washed needles in 2 1/2 cups of water, covered, for 20 minutes. Strain. Pour needle tea and 1 cup of Epsom salts in hot bath. The needles, meanwhile, can be scattered in your garden.
8.¬† Make a massage oil: For a homemade remedy for aching bones, infuse pine needles in oil.Fill a glass Mason jar with washed needles and sweet almond oil. Close tightly and place in a sunny spot. Allow to steep for at least three weeks. For stronger oil, steep longer. Use as a bath oil.Caution: Never use trees that have been sprayed with fire retardant or other artificial substances in bath tea or oil. Ingredients listed here are safe for most people, but always check for skin sensitivities.
Friday, December 24th, 2010
¬†¬†¬†¬† I went outside a few mornings ago and stood around in the snow for awhile.¬† Just standing around may seem like¬†an aimless activity, but I’ve learned that staying in one spot for a bit¬†is the best way to really see.
¬†¬†¬†¬† While I’ve always enjoyed looking about at the landscape while taking a brisk¬†walk, it took me many years to realize that there was far more to be seen than I was able to take in when moving at a fast clip.¬†¬†It sounds obvious, but–the more I look, the more I see.
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Take my recent morning, for instance.¬† Standing in the snow among some trees near our house, I first took in the distinct differences in¬†bark on the several¬†types of trees around me–the¬†deeply furrowed bark of the old chestnut oaks, the smooth bark of¬†young red maples, and the darkly¬†outlined facets of the pine’s trunk.¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬† I looked admiringly at¬†three chestnut oaks growing out of the same base.¬† Only because I stayed stationary for a little while did I notice signs of major woodpecker action¬†on one of the three.¬†¬†A long, vertical, gouged¬†opening in the trunk told me that a pileated woodpecker had been there.¬†¬†¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬† As I stepped¬†closer, I saw that the bird had given the tree quite a workover.¬† The elongated hole went deep into the trunk.¬† And it appeared that this woodpecker had even pecked out a second hole, still¬†deeper into the tree from a perch it had made within the first hole.¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬† This oak tree must be quite a favorite¬†of the woodpeckers.¬† Above the long, large hole the pileated woodpecker had made was a small circular one.¬† And when I stepped around to the other side of¬†the tree, I saw¬†two more small, fresh-looking¬†openings, the round kind made¬†by the smaller woodpeckers we see around here, perhaps a downy, or maybe a red-belly.¬†¬†¬†¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬† And, as I stood there, I could see that the work of these birds had been recent.¬†¬†Bits of fresh wood littered the snow¬†near the tree.¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬† As I walked on a little, I stopped to gaze at a¬†handsome tree that reached its bare arms grandly¬†to the sky.¬† What was it, I wondered.¬†¬†Any nearby fallen leaves that could have given me my answer were covered with snow.¬† As I¬†stared upward¬†at the branches that became thinner as they reached higher, I noticed two¬†prickly little¬†spheres¬†hanging in the uppermost branches.¬† They were this tree’s last ones,¬†but they were¬†enough to tell me their handsome owner was¬†a sweet gum tree.
¬†¬†¬†¬† Heading back toward home, I stopped¬†to¬†gaze at a tree I ‘know.’¬† With its proximity to¬†the glass doors of our bedroom, this red maple¬†is a much-watched tree.¬† As I looked up at the maple’s¬†slight, graceful branches, I savored their bare winter beauty.¬†¬†Almost the way I might remember my¬†grown son at earlier phases of his life, I recalled watching, many months ago, when the first¬†moist¬†green leaves began to emerge¬†and hang, folded, from the branches.¬† I thought about how they opened and grew, toughening with the passing months, until their green finally gave way to¬†orange and red, and then the tree released them and they¬†fell¬†to the ground.¬† All this I could see as I gazed at the silent, grey¬†being I look at so often.
¬†¬†¬†¬† As I look longer and longer, and see more and more, I think of George Washington Carver, who said, “If you love something enough, it will yield its secrets to you.”¬† I imagine he meant that when he studied a plant with focused and tender attention, he noticed more, and his knowledge of¬†the plant¬†grew.¬† The longer I look, the more I¬†take in.¬† And the more I take in, the more there is for me¬†to love.–April Moore
pileated woodpecker's hole, with another hole drilled deeper within
Tuesday, December 21st, 2010
¬†¬†¬†¬† If¬†you share my fascination with crystals,¬†then you’ll want to click on the link below to Dusky’s Wonders Site.¬† Dusky shows photos of some underground crystals that have grown to gargantuan proportions inside a cave system more than 1,000 feet below the Mexican desert.¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬† I did a little research and learned that underground crystals grow larger than the above-ground crystals we’re used to.¬† The reason:¬† an underground environment that is conducive to crystal growth is much¬†more likely to¬†remain undisturbed than a comparable above-ground environment.
¬†¬†¬†¬† Scientists say that the giant crystal obelisks in the photos¬† began¬†forming¬† millions of years ago in a cave system where groundwater¬†was saturated in calcium sulphate.¬† Then magma from much deeper in the earth¬†spread upward and made its way throughout the cave system.¬† About 600,000 years ago the magma began to cool, and minerals started to precipitate out of the water.¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬† Over the centuries, the tiny crystals the minerals formed grew and grew.¬† Then in 1985,¬†lead miners discovered the fantastic formations when they inadvertently drained the cave¬†with their mine pumps.
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†The crystals, some more than 30 feet long,¬†resemble icicles.¬† In looks only.¬† The cave’s temperature is 112 degrees F, with 90-100% humidity.¬†¬†Visitors to the cave must wear protective suits and carry backpacks of ice-cooled air.
¬†¬†¬†¬† Enjoy¬†the photos!–April Moore
Saturday, December 18th, 2010
¬†¬†¬†¬† Any frequent visitor to THE EARTH CONNECTION¬†can tell that I am enamored of the writing of Henry David Thoreau.¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬† In light of the recent good-sized snowfall we had here in the Shenandoah Valley, I am posting a short passage from Thoreau’s 1843 essay, “A Winter Walk.¬†” In it, he–imaginatively and satisfyingly–describes his environment, altered by a¬†snowfall during the previous night.–April Moore
¬†¬†¬†¬† “But while the earth has slumbered, all the air has been alive with feathery flakes descending, as if some northern Ceres reigned, showering her silvery grain over all the fields.¬† We sleep, and at length awake to the still reality of a winter morning.¬†¬†The snow lies warm as cotton or down upon the window sill;¬† the broadened sash and frosted panes admit a dim and private light, which enhances the snug cheer within.”–Henry David Thoreau
¬†¬†¬†¬† I especially like Thoreau’s image of a “dim and private light,” that indoor light¬†subdued by snow¬†on the windows.¬†–AM
photo by Trish Mayo
Wednesday, December 15th, 2010
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†Brazil deserves praise and thanks from all of us for its recent, extraordinarily effective efforts to¬†protect¬†the Amazon¬†rainforest.¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬† For many years, increasing destruction of vast swaths of the Brazilian rainforest¬†contributed significantly to planet-warming greenhouse gas¬†emissions and to a diminution of¬†the world’s most biologically diverse region.
¬†¬†¬†¬† But things have changed.¬†¬†Between August 2008 and July 2009, Brazil slowed the¬†rainforest deforestation rate by 45% over the previous 12-month period.¬† And¬†between August 2009 and July¬†2010, the¬†deforestation rate fell another 14% below that of the previous year.¬† These dramatic reductions will help¬†Brazil to meet its¬†goal of reducing deforestation by 80% by 2020.¬† In fact, says Brazil’s President Luiz Inacio Lula da¬†Silva, conservation efforts are going so well that he expects his country to meet that goal by 2016, four years ahead of schedule.¬† If Brazil can meet its deforestation reduction goals, the country will reduce its greenhouse gas emissions¬†by almost 25%, according to a government statement.¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬† Once the world’s biggest¬†source of deforestation-caused¬†greenhouse emissions, Brazil¬†now leads the world in¬†reducing deforestation.¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬† And how has Brazil managed to curb deforestation so dramatically?¬† The answer, according to Brazil’s Environment Minister Izabella Teixeira, lies with the Action Plan for Deforestation Control and Prevention in the Amazon.¬† Launched in 2004, the Action Plan includes policies¬†to improve monitoring, strengthen enforcement, and encourage sustainable activities in the region.
¬†¬†¬†¬† A key ingredient in Brazil’s approach has been the government’s near-real time deforestation detection system.¬† Relying on up-to-date satellite images,¬†the Brazilian Institute of Environment and Renewable Natural Resources,¬†in conjunction¬†with¬†the Federal Police, have been able to set up precise and effective enforcement operations to halt illegal deforestation as it happens.¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬† Other factors in Brazil’s success include the¬†engagement of the¬†citizenry and the private sector to¬†support deforestation efforts.¬† And seven of the nine states in the Amazon region have¬†developed their own action plans to fight deforestation at the local level.¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†”Brazil has done more than any other country over the past five years to cut global warming emissions by dramatically reducing its deforestation,” says Doug Boucher, director of climate research and analysis at the Washington-based Union of Concerned Scientists.¬† “Destroying tropical forests is responsible for about 15 percent of global warming pollution,” he explains, “and Brazil had been the biggest source of deforestation pollution. Its reduction is a stunning turnaround.”
¬†¬†¬†¬† Some of the credit for Brazil’s effectiveness should go to Norway.¬† Norway has agreed to¬†give Brazil as much as $1 billion over five years if it reduced deforestation, Boucher explained.¬†¬† “That funding has compensated farmers, ranchers and other Brazilians whose livelihoods depend on clearing trees,” says Boucher.¬†¬†Norway’s contribution has amounted to about $100 a year for each of¬†its citizens. By contrast, the amount of aid the United States has pledged to protect tropical forests amounts to only about $1 a year for each American, Boucher notes.–April Moore
Friday, December 10th, 2010
¬†¬†¬†¬† I thank¬†Fred Andrle for sending me this poem.¬† It is¬†a¬†beautiful expression of the grief and anguish I feel about our planet’s sharply declining health.¬†
MOTHER OF US ALL
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†by Fred Andrle¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†Mother of us all is leaving
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†her spirit flies above the waters
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†she is taken in the ice of winter
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†she is taken in the gray of twilight
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†there are no promises for her return.
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†When she was with us, we forgot her
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†she bade us come to silken forests
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†she brought us to the dens of beasts
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†but we were cold, and shut our eyes
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†now mother of us all is leaving.
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†She brought us nights, and stars, and darkness
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†gave us wings and tongues of gold
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†but we were silent, and we dared not speak.
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†She took us to the heights of mountains
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†showed us splendor in the valleys
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†the river softly flowing
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†the voices of the wind
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†but we were angry and regretful
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†and we turned our faces.
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†Mother of us all is leaving
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†taken in the death of winter
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†now lonely in the chill of firelight
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†we pray for her return.
This poem can be found, along with many of Fred’s others, in his book LOVE LIFE, available from amazon.com.
Tuesday, December 7th, 2010
“Through the gray and somber wood
Against the dusk of fir and pine
Last of their floral sisterhood
The hazel’s yellow blossoms shine.”
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† —from “Hazel Blossoms” by John Greenleaf Whittier, 1874
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†On a winter walk in the woods a couple of years ago, I noticed something intriguing.¬† Certain small, slender trees were dotted with yellow.¬† And that yellow, striking against the pale¬†winter landscape, had a wild look.¬†¬†Clusters of little,¬†unruly-looking¬†yellow ‘straps’¬†dotted these trees’¬†bare branches.
¬†¬†¬†¬† I learned that the yellow was the bloom of witch hazel,¬†North America’s only tree that¬†wears its flowers, ripe fruit,¬†and next year’s buds on its branches all at the same time.¬† And that time is winter!¬†¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬† Each flower on the witch hazel tree is made of four strap-shaped yellow petals.¬† The flowers are pollinated by bees and flies.¬† But since few bees and flies are buzzing about in November and December, the pollination rate is low, and only a small proportion of¬†witch hazel flowers produce mature fruit.¬† And even though pollination takes place late in the year, fertilization of the ovules does not occur until the following spring.¬† The fruit then begins to develop, and it is ripe¬†by the following fall or winter, after the witch hazel tree¬†has lost its leaves¬†and the tree’s flowers bloom.
¬†¬†¬†¬† Witch hazel fruit are two-part capsules, with a single black, glossy seed contained¬†in each part.¬†¬†During the late fall and winter months, the ripened capsules suddenly burst open with a loud snap.¬† The¬†seeds are ejected¬†so forcefully that they can be propelled as far as¬†30 feet from the tree.¬† Witch hazel seeds are food for grouse, rabbits, beavers, and other animals.¬† The seeds germinate the following spring.¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬† My curiosity about the witch hazel was renewed several weeks ago when I hiked in the Shenandoah National Park with two friends.¬† We were delighted to spot some witch hazel trees in their full, ragged bloom.¬† But near the blooming trees, we¬†saw¬†other witch hazel trees that were not flowering.¬† Where their flowers would have been were instead tiny,¬†flattish, yellow-rimmed¬†circles that were¬†dark in the middle.¬† We surmised that these compact little forms were flowers not yet opened.¬† But it seemed strange that such a tight, orderly-looking¬†form could¬†open into something so rangy and disordered-looking as the witch hazel flower.
¬†¬†¬†¬† The witch hazel tree has a long history of human uses.¬† Back in the 1840s, writes West Virginia ecologist Elizabeth Byers, an entrepreneur named Theron Pond of Utica, New York, formed a partnership with the Oneida tribe to make and market an astringent lotion from witch hazel bark, which was sold under the name “Pond’s Extract.”¬† It was the first mass-marketed cosmetic actually made in America, says Byers.¬†¬†¬†Extracts from the bark and leaves have been used in aftershave lotions and in lotions for treating bruises and insect bites.¬† ¬†¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬† Early pioneer settlers used green, flexible,¬†witch hazel branches to¬†locate underground water.¬† ¬†The settlers would find a forked branch, strip off its leaves, and walk across their land holding an end of the fork in each hand.¬† People believed that the branch would point downward where water could be found under the ground.¬† The¬†practice was called ‘water witching.’¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬† I love the little witch hazel¬†tree.¬† On my winter walks this year, I am going to keep my ears open for the snapping sound of seeds suddenly popping forth.¬† And I intend to get ‘up close and personal’ to detect the flowers’ spicy, fragrant smell I’ve read about.–April Moore
photo by Carol Gracie
Friday, December 3rd, 2010
¬†¬†¬†¬† It was cold when I¬†stepped out of the house this morning.¬† The temperature was well below freezing, a fact confirmed by¬†patches¬†of¬†ice here and there.¬† Yet, as I walked among the¬†bare trees and the fallen brown leaves, it occurred to me that it is not actually winter yet.¬† Winter won’t officially begin until the Winter Solstice, that moment almost three weeks from now when the earth’s axial tilt will reach its maximum distance from the¬†sun.
¬†¬†¬†¬† Even though¬†much of the landscape wore a winter look, I could see¬†that some plants were still in the throes of fall.¬† Fall was clearly receding, but was in some spots still holding on.¬† The smoke tree, for example,¬†has become my¬†new favorite in the last¬†week since¬†the giant sugar maple dropped all of its radiant orange leaves.¬† The¬†little smoke tree’s slender branches¬†still held most of their leaves, and they flamed¬†red, even if their edges curled downward, as if drawing inward against the cold.¬†¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†Contributing much less–but still¬†some–color to the browning¬†environment were the two¬†corkscrew willows on our place.¬† The leaves¬†clinging here and there to curly, peeling¬†branches¬†had yellowed.¬† But they were¬†an anemic yellow, not¬†a¬†bright autumnal yellow.¬†¬†Providing vestiges of color for a little¬†longer yet, these hangers-on would clearly soon¬†be gone.
¬†¬†¬†¬† The buddleia, or butterfly bush, was¬†keeping its leaves awhile longer too, and¬†also its blossoms, in spite of falling¬†temperatures.¬† But leaves and blossoms alike were clearly the worse for wear.¬† The leaves, now a dark, somber green,¬†drooped.¬†¬†And the blossoms that tipped each branch¬†had become¬†wilted,¬†shrunken versions of¬†their fresh, full, summer¬†selves.¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬† As I walked down the¬†outdoor stairs near the house,¬†a leaf on a step caught my eye.¬† A fallen magnolia leaf, it looked different from any magnolia leaf I’d seen before.¬† Its middle was green, while¬†the rest of the leaf¬†¬†had turned dark.¬† When I picked¬†it up¬†for a closer look,¬†the leaf¬†cracked¬†loose from a thin patch of ice which had held it to the¬†step.¬† The¬†cold weather that followed¬†yesterday’s rain¬†must have turned the leaf’s wet underside to ice.¬† And that ice, I figured, had frozen the leaf from the outside in.¬†¬†¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬† That little magnolia leaf seems to me emblematic of the transition these woods are¬† making from fall to winter.¬† While it is clearly winter for many¬†plants, for others, fall is hanging on just a little longer.–April Moore¬†
partly frozen magnolia leaf
smoke tree in its last blaze of orange