"Nature Speaks Do You Listen" © Rolly A. Chabot
Morning to all. I do hope this finds you well and at peace. No matter where you may find yourself please settle in and take a little yourself time this day. You are unique and deserve a break from the demands that have been placed on you.
Today I would like to chat about nature and what she speaks into each of us if we are willing to take the time to stop, look and listen. I know many of you are saying "Oh there he goes again." Well afraid I have to agree with you. Yup there I go again."
Come along and rest your tired self awhile in front of the Fireside. Quigley is here all curled up at my feet and like always is ready for company. There are plenty of snacks, coffee and whatever you would like for refreshments. If anything is missing just ask or better yet just help your self. Welcome to my home, please make it yours. I do hope you take something with you when you leave.
If nothing else know that you are dearly loved.
It would be great to say that our roads we travel on each day are as straight as this one running across the prairie land I find myself living. Just beyond this view lay the Great Canadian Rocky Mountains. They are a wealth of beauty in comparison for those who love nature. They have been created for the me in me, the outdoor person that comes alive when I draw near.
I have travelled extensively over the years. I have seen many a mountain range, many a desert and many a flat land. No matter where I travel I look for the hidden beauty. It is there no matter where you go. Sometimes you need to look harder than others but should you look, well you will find it.
Nature has always had a way of speaking loudly to me. She calls when nothing else can be heard. We live in a world that is filled with a great noise. People, traffic, and just general buzz that we call white noise. We become used to it. It becomes a part of us. Just a few weeks ago we had an electrical storm pass through, and we lost our power. At first it was an irritation, then it became a blessing as all I heard was the quiet. The appliances stopped running, the three large fish tanks I have gone quiet and then I went went quiet. (Now that in itself is a miracle)
I love sitting by the water and listening to it lap at the shoreline. Better yet are those days when all that can be heard in the stillness is the call of the loon. So lonely and so forlorn and yet it pierces the soul. What does it say when it calls. Wait long enough and you will hear the answer from afar. The mate it seeks is calling back. Are we much different. I mean we do call out with our words. Are they heard or are they just our attempts to reach out?
Our society has become so isolated and caught up in ourselves I fear there will be a day when we fail to reach out anymore to each other. Take a look around yourself next time you are out and about. Ear buds and personal devices we carry with us are about all that is speaking to us anymore. Ever watch someone waiting at the doctors office or in line for that all important Froppa Latte. The first thing they do is reach for their phones and check for what. Maybe a message, meanwhile, right there in the line is another person, they are alive, maybe another who could use a smile or a word of encouragement. If nothing else some genuine human contact.
They do come in our lives. Those times when we just simply hit a brick wall when we become overwhelmed. They are a reality and so much so that many of us just simply crash and burn in the process. In the old days of my parents, for example the rule was look at it on the way by as you tossed it over your shoulder. That was how you dealt with it. That was all fine and dandy but then came our generation that had to deal with all of the leftovers. You know the pain and suffering. Can we really blame them, no because they were so busy attempting to feed and clothe us they hardly had time for themselves. Our own anger may have been the result of feeling unloved, maybe some unexplained anger towards us that was expected, they only go away and never really dealt with.
How we managed it falls directly into our court. If it was anger, then we learned to adapt, if it was more severe, we turned our failures onto our upbringing. Perhaps you did like I did and turned to drugs and alcohol. If you did you likely became addicted, and the responsibility belonged to someone else, never you. The blame game is a good excuse for us to never grow up. Something amazing happens when you look in the mirror. The reflection you see is not the one you portray to those around you. Never will you be able to lie to the reflection. It is you and all you no matter the mirror you look into.
The day that you accept the way you are no matter the cause and claim that it is you and you alone that are responsible for the difference is the day that will change you forever. It is a day of discovery that will lead you on a path of understanding. A day of reconciliation and a day of awakening like you have never before understood.
What Speaks To You
We all find peace in different places. No matter where you find it allow it to speak to you. For those who have come to know me, I find mine in nature. For those who have read the first seven books of my series called Quiet Reflections understand the journey I have travelled. It had been a rocky one and yet in the series it speaks of a peace unfound anywhere other than when I was put in nature. Often would find my surroundings 200 miles from no other man. No place to run from my fears and doubts I was forced to have to face the demons of the past.
It is here that a man starts to listen to himself. It is here that the only sound is nature. Here, where reality is found in the surrounding you find yourself in. Here, where you come to grips with the need to be one with whatever adversity you find. Inner demons, or screaming bear. It is here that you discover whom you are. It is here that you discover whom you wish to be. It is here that you are stripped of all you have become, and you stand naked and say yes this is whom I have become.
I was so blessed to have come to know a man who contracted out his helicopter services to a communications company. He hired me as a spotter while flying around these very remote locations of microwave towers. Wes was his name, and he was a man who had seen the horrors of war in Vietnam. Things no man should ever see and yet he had peace and special confidence about him. It was something I sought. It was through Wes that I found much of myself that had been lost over the years. He would land at my cabin, and we would load the canoe and all my gear under the chopper and fly off into the unknown. After the days work all he would say is where do you want me to drop you and when would you like to be picked up.
Just at the last sound of the helicopter flying away, the final thumping of man and machine do you realize you are all alone. It is then that every sense you have kicks in and you become attuned with your surroundings. You are alone, and alone you are with your thoughts.
Life Comes From Death Of Self
Nature speaks to me in many ways. I have spent countless hours with the Cree people in the north. They have one understanding, and that is that all comes from the Creator. Nothing is possible without what He provides. Without Him, there is no life. Nature is their Superstore, all they eat comes from the land. I was very privileged to be accepted into their community. From them, I learned much. To them I owe much.
Nature is a resource that we take advantage of simply because we can. We rape her, we take from her, and we put nothing back because of our greed and our need for the glut we have assumed. We are consumers, users and takers. I come from a very wealthy Province here in Canada, and I see it all around me in the oil, logging and mining and yes even in the farming industries. We never put back, we never give the land a rest. All we do is take. After all, it is our right to take. Warnings after warning tell us we have polluted, we have ruined, watched species after species be decimated and yet we continue to take.
The Northern Cree taught me an important lesson, you take from and area, then you allow it to rebuild. Shoot a moose or a deer in an area and you let it rest for a few years before you come back again. We poison our rivers with industry, then tell people they should not eat the fish or drink the water. Oh how nature cries out to us all with what we do to her.
When man comes into an area that is untouched as I have seen the bounty, is plentiful. Areas where a man can just bend at a stream and drink the cool clear water. Places a man can take a little and nature just replenishes. He has left but a small footprint. He is alone with what is given so freely. Is it any wonder over the years I have dreamt of someday returning and just living on what is so freely given.
Years to Come
"What is Next"
Call me a tree hugger, green thinker or better yet maybe consider one who cares. This waterfall comes directly from glacier melt. The worse part is just at the entry point to the trail there is a sign that tells you the water is unfit for drinking.
It is truly sad when I think back of the days when I would simply dip my cup in a lake and drink my fill. We have tainted the very essence of life right at the place of origin. In this case logging is the culprit. The road they cut to get to the trees is the cause of the water being polluted. Trucks, oil accidentally spilled into the waterways.
I was fishing the other day in an area I was raised in. Yes I caught fish. Would I eat them? No... they had lesions, open sores. All I did was return then to the water ways. What have we done with our greed.
I do hope that we all wake up soon and see what we are doing to our natural gifts. Is it too late? Not sure but I can tell you of the decline. The cost of progress, the price that has been paid for what we call industry. Personally I think it is too late to correct the problem. What a sad thing it is to watch unfold before our very eyes.
Do I have a solution besides being a die hard and whining writer here, no not really but I continue to watch us consume. Our waste we leave behind is pitiful. It only grieves me to think of all we are tossing into nature. It is so sad to think of what we have done, with what we have been given. Let us all think about what we are leaving behind for our children and future generations. Instead of always using, we should be thinking more about putting something back. It is never to late...
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