It's stifling here today, chez Wuthering Heights. The windows are closed and the curtains are drawn, all in an effort to create the illusion of coolness.
A Humidex of 40C you say? Pfffft. We're practically frozen solid.
It's all about mindset. :)
But I can't complain, as the preceding week has been utterly Perfect, weather-wise....pleasant temperatures with little to no humidity, perfect for garden-ish sorts of things - a trip to my favourite local plant nurseries for a few bits and pieces, then a happy time planting aforementioned bits and pieces.
Rain, though. We could really use some rain. Rather desperately so.
Yes, then. That.
It seems rather self-explanatory, and, I would hope, self-evident.
I only came across the term "deep ecology" a short while ago, but as soon as I read the definition, I had a resounding feeling of "Yes! That's what I meant!"
So, yes...that's what I am, that's what I do, that's what I believe.
As with most/all things, it's not something you just suddenly Become overnight....especially as none of us live in a bubble and we're all constantly inundated with messages to the contrary. The idea of us humans having 'dominion' over the land, has been grossly distorted from what I believe was the spirit of the original message, but is so very deeply ingrained in the human psyche as to seem inextricable.
If we could exchange the word 'dominion' for 'stewardship', that might change things a bit.
So we learn; we come to know better and then we do better.
Every spring, my roses are attacked by a little green worm -- sawfly larvae, to be precise. They make swiss cheese of the leaves, sometimes denuding the shrub altogether. I've spent the last couple of years picking them off -- a not-very pleasant job and one I did so half-heartedly that it wasn't often enough to really 'preserve' the roses, but this year I haven't bothered.
"Why?" you may ask, "would someone who loves their roses so allow such carnage?"
Well, quite simply because I can live with raggedy roses.
The roses survive and thrive -- they're not going to win any perfection prizes, but there's no lasting damage. I feed them generously with deliciously composted horse poo and they respond in kind with profuse and repeated flowering. The gnawing lasts only a few weeks and by the end of the summer, all of my roses are resplendent once more in new, healthy foliage.
The sawfly larvae have a purpose. The sawflies themselves, have a purpose. Why would I want to disrupt the ecology of my garden for the sake of flawless foliage?
So I don't.
It's a choice I make.
Obviously, my tattered roses aren't going to change the world. They're not going to save it, either. But it's all about the mindest, isn't it?
If we start thinking from a place of deep ecology....if we can just pause, even for a brief, ruminative moment, before we default to the thoughts/behaviours that we've taken on, often without even knowing it, we might see things just a little differently.
We might realize that we can quite happily live with imperfect apples or crooked carrots.
Maybe we don't need to eat strawberries in January or tomatoes in March.
Just a thought. :)
If you need me, I'll be in the garden, my nose buried in my tatty, but beautiful, roses.