Let me start with a pre-emptive denial that my request below to you readers is a slacker move to avoid conjuring up an original and creative perspective on a well-trodden subject: the irrationality of human-environment relations. And as the spiritual realm is neither a cozy nor often frequented one by me, it is admittedly with discomfort that I describe what underlies my request:
Late last night – during what might have been our last cold front of the season - I was walking alone in an old Florida habitat surrounded by pines, cabbage palms, and other local scrub, just a bit south of Lake Okeechobee. As I was increasingly overwhelmed by an existential sadness about the state of the world… relations amongst humans, and of course, between humans and the ecosystems we are now inextricably part of, I found myself in a reverse evolutionary dance. Going from walking to dropping to my knees, to sitting on the ground. Finally, in what I can only explain as instinctually driven, I found myself sprawled out on the ground. Wearing thin clothing and with my face in the detritus, I felt connected and energized in a way that far transcended my analytical relations to the environment. I could smell the earth, feel the warm, moist soil and almost every twig, leaf, and crawling bug seemed to become part of my being, accompanied in synch by the orchestra of nighttime sounds.