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Mother’s Day Mourning; Waking up to our
individual complicity in global tragedy is the challenge of these times.
And to wake up we must overwhelm ourselves with tenderness
by Janet Thomas
OpEdNews.Com
War, hunger, disease, poverty—there is plenty for moms to mourn
this Mother’s Day. Our Earth Mother, too, has her own share of
troubles—drought, deforestation, extinction of species, a plethora of
atmospheric ills, not enough polar chills, and an assault on her very
existence, let alone ours, from a reviving nuclear threat. It’s a steady
progress towards annihilation that seems to be the celebratory mark of
this Mother’s Day.
How do we break the stranglehold of despair and disillusionment
that is the echo of these times? How do we heal ourselves, and at the same
time help heal Mother Earth? How do we wake up to our complicity in
the unnatural order of things and regain our place in the natural order of
things?
In 1970, the anthropologist, Margaret Mead, said in a speech in
New York City
: “We have today the knowledge and the tools to look at the whole
earth....I think that the tenderness that lies in seeing the earth as
small and lonely and blue is probably one of the most valuable things that
we have now.”
Tenderness is not a public word of these times. It rings of privacy
and intimacy, something less than manly, perhaps even less than womanly.
Yet it is tender touch from which we thrive. And it is a great and patient
tenderness with which the earth nurtures life. To live tenderly upon this
earth means to be sensitive to the fragility of our being—as
individuals, as peoples, as a planet. To be tender is to grieve for the
loss of all life when it happens prematurely, unnaturally,
violently--whether it's from loss of life in a war on the other side
of the world, or loss of a species in our own backyard. For every coffin
that comes home from war, somewhere there is a grieving mother. For every
prostituted child, for every drug addicted child, for every child in
despair, whether from illness, hunger, depression, isolation or activism,
there is a grieving mother. And it is through grief that our tenderness
prevails.
But grief is not cool in our culture. We are the have-a-nice-day society-with-happy-face-icons-and-a-new-SUV-in-every-pot,
to poorly paraphrase Herbert Hoover. But even as we complain about gas
prices, in oil fields across the planet some mother's child is threatened.
Amnesty International recently announced new death threats against
indigenous activists in
Ecuador
trying to help the Sarayaku indigenous community in Pastaza province
protect their land from a foreign oil company. The rest of the world
drives small cars and pays more for gas. Why shouldn’t we? From oil
fields to sweat shops, we are blind-sided by the implications and choose
to stay blind. We cannot afford to make material sacrifices if we do not
replenish our own souls and our spirits
After researching and writing my book, “The Battle in
Seattle
,” the extent of our complicity in the unnatural order of things plunged
me into several years of paralysis and despair. For me, the streets of WTO
Seattle were filled with tenderness—from farmers wanting the right to
tend their own gardens to turtles wanting the opportunity to tend to their
young. Yet it was the burning dumpster that got the world’s attention;
in it the flames of our tenderness for one another went up in smoke. As
they did on September 11, when war became the rallying cry..
In his most recent book, "The Web of Life Imperative,"
organic psychologist Michael J. Cohen clearly demonstrates that to truly
recover our sanity we must reconnect our psyche with nature's genius and
restore its recuperative powers, balancing sensitivities and peaceful ways
into our consciousness. Cohen, whose Project
NatureConnect and
Institute
of
Global Education
is a special NGO consultant to the United
Nations Economic and Social Council, echoes Thoreau in his work: “Nature
is doing her best each moment to make us well. Why aren’t we
listening?”
Cohen's work taught me that it's not enough to escape into nature's
healing places. It is only through consciously re-connecting to, and
learning from nature's creative grace that I can keep
re-connecting to hope. And only through hope do my actions have meaning.
The reactive activist in me can only go so far; it's when I actively
know and feel my partnership with nature that my experience has the
depth and tenderness that sustains me from the inside, and supports my
work on the outside.
And this is also true for those of us in the world who aren’t
lounging in the lap of materialism.
Richard Schneider, head of the Institute for Global Education, runs the
Mucherla
Global
School
in a small village in central
India
. He uses NatureConnect activities to restore self esteem and gratitude in
his young students—who represent the full spectrum of
India
’s caste and religious system. In a village where such things as snakes
and drought make Nature an enemy, Schneider has his pupils growing gardens
and talking to their vegetables. They stop their reading lessons to listen
to birds and notice flowers. “Through connecting to Nature and the
larger Universe, they connect to their own feelings,” says Schneider.
“They become more whole and more human.”
We are all in this together. Waking up to our individual complicity
in global tragedy is the challenge of these times. And to wake up we must
overwhelm ourselves with tenderness, or risk being immobilized with
bottomless grief and guilt. Only in tenderness is there hope for the
future. And although it might be easy for us to take refuge in
nature's tender ways; it's not so easy to let nature’s tenderness run
its course through us. But when we do, we will begin to see ourselves as
we truly are—tender children on a tender planet. A happy Mother’s Day,
indeed.
--Janet Thomas is the author of “The Battle in
Seattle
—The Story Behind and Beyond the WTO Demonstrations.” (Fulcrum, 2000)
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