100 Years

Photo via  KUED

Photo via KUED

An excerpt from this morning’s reading, The View From The Studio Door, by Ted Orland.

Being in Singapore, mesmerized by the sights, moved by the people, and serenaded by bird-songs in the wee hours, I am inspired.

I am reminded once again of the beauty, the richness, we call our home, Earth.

Yet, so much is happening. And this passage stopped me right in my tracks; I had to share. So visual, heartbreaking, and yet close, relatable.

We may have the illusion of stability and control, but must remember that we have existed far less than the wild, natural, radiant energies of our planet; have co-existed for thousands of years through respect, gratitude, and trust.

The Great Basin of the Yellowstone is about as large of intact wildnernesd as can be found in the temperate latitudes of this planet — a vast forest of pine, fir and spruce stretching from horizon to horizon. Or at least, that was so until the summer of 1988, when the wildfires raged for months and consumed a million acres of that land. But in one of those curious twists of fate, the Gibbon River (which passes through the territory) at some unheralded point takes an unusual horseshoe bend, and nestled within that protective curve there remain today, unscathed, a small stand of old-growth trees. Eleven trees, to be exact.

The forest was not the only casualty of the fire, of course. Among other things, that same forest had provided a home for several thousand generations of birds that nest only in the crowns of its hundred-year-old firs. Consider then that if you were one of those birds, your entire habitable universe after that fire was no longer a thousand square miles of forest. Your entire universe was now eleven trees.

For the next hundred of years.

Imagine.

In a world where convenience, time, luxury, and abundance is at the epitome of daily existence, all of it suddenly, disappearing, losing its value entirely.

What if what we have fought for, sacrificed for, and even handed our soul temporary over for, vanishes before our very eyes?

Hence the importance of re-evaluation. Re-evaluating what is truly important in our lives and to re-examine the notion:

What if we were to lose it all, even our home, stripped naked, what would be left? And, would we still be able to find ourselves, then?