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<blockquote data-quote="Copabanana" data-source="post: 677158" data-attributes="member: 18958"><p>Wow.</p><p></p><p>My dog (Dolly, not so much Romy) and cat (Stella) are the link to the natural world and that most natural part of me. Even though I try to anthromorphize them (I am searching for the spelling of that word, Anthromorphalize, no that is not it. Make them as if human. I mean, it is kind of silly to think that a "Stella or a Dolly would be one's link the to the natural world because I myself am to the same degree natural as are they.</p><p></p><p>While I have confessed I kiss them on the mouth, I do not yet dress them in clothes, although that is not quite true. Dolly has a hot pink sweater for the cold which she wears proudly and quickly divests when inside her crate/bed.</p><p></p><p>Last night I looked at my Stella, trying so hard to sneak onto the sofa next to me (my Mom's sofa) and realized how far each of us has come to meet in this relationship. She from a tiger and I from what? I am not sure. But I am surely trying to meet her on her own terrain. I do love her.</p><p></p><p>Now that I reflect a bit, it is not that we meet each other, each of us coming from some far place to meet somewhere between. We are always there, each of us. Gazing at the stars together. It is finding that place, each of us, where we are together, and always have been.</p><p></p><p>That is a lovely thought, to me, to find in myself those places or facets that respond to magic. That have always been there and still are. For me to discover or rediscover.</p><p></p><p>You know when you come upon a reptile, like a lizard or frog they initially still, their age old response to danger, by melding into their environment invisible to a predator. Of course it is not as I am thinking right now, that they wait for the moment that we see them, so that we can recognize ourselves in them, too. Gazing at the stars.</p><p></p><p>While that could not be true for them it could be true for me. I can make it true.</p><p></p><p>Late afternoon yesterday I was listening to public radio in the car on the way to the dentist (yuck). The speaker mentioned the transition in the public mind from "mother nature" to mother lode, the change from reverence of the natural world to the sense that we can exploit it. And how the discovery of how fossil fuels such as oil and coal changed everything for us, for our societies and our lives.</p><p></p><p>The sense of reverence of nature to dominance. Which occurred within us, towards ourselves most of all, towards our own natures and our bodies and our lifespans, too.</p><p></p><p>Of course this made sense. As nature became a space to be exploited, there had to be developed the people who would act on its transformation from nature to thing.</p><p></p><p>Who knew that this same transformation would happen to us, that we too would come to see ourselves as a thing, to be mastered, to be exploited, to be bought and sold. Some body instead of "somebody," from subject to object, with subjective becoming something distorted and emotional and biased, instead of us, magical.</p><p></p><p>There was another speaker yesterday afternoon who began to cry when she spoke of her daughter. And how this changed her. How she had only thought of social change for her own lifespan until her daughter was born, and she realized that her vision of things, that she could envision things for a time beyond which she would inhabit the world consciously.</p><p></p><p>When I think about that I realize why we fight so much to be what our children need, and will not let go. Look what is at stake for us. Everything that always was and everything that will ever be. Even the stars. Because <em>they only exist (for us or for anybody) if we see them, if they are seen</em>. I will look. Thank you.</p><p></p><p>COPA</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Copabanana, post: 677158, member: 18958"] Wow. My dog (Dolly, not so much Romy) and cat (Stella) are the link to the natural world and that most natural part of me. Even though I try to anthromorphize them (I am searching for the spelling of that word, Anthromorphalize, no that is not it. Make them as if human. I mean, it is kind of silly to think that a "Stella or a Dolly would be one's link the to the natural world because I myself am to the same degree natural as are they. While I have confessed I kiss them on the mouth, I do not yet dress them in clothes, although that is not quite true. Dolly has a hot pink sweater for the cold which she wears proudly and quickly divests when inside her crate/bed. Last night I looked at my Stella, trying so hard to sneak onto the sofa next to me (my Mom's sofa) and realized how far each of us has come to meet in this relationship. She from a tiger and I from what? I am not sure. But I am surely trying to meet her on her own terrain. I do love her. Now that I reflect a bit, it is not that we meet each other, each of us coming from some far place to meet somewhere between. We are always there, each of us. Gazing at the stars together. It is finding that place, each of us, where we are together, and always have been. That is a lovely thought, to me, to find in myself those places or facets that respond to magic. That have always been there and still are. For me to discover or rediscover. You know when you come upon a reptile, like a lizard or frog they initially still, their age old response to danger, by melding into their environment invisible to a predator. Of course it is not as I am thinking right now, that they wait for the moment that we see them, so that we can recognize ourselves in them, too. Gazing at the stars. While that could not be true for them it could be true for me. I can make it true. Late afternoon yesterday I was listening to public radio in the car on the way to the dentist (yuck). The speaker mentioned the transition in the public mind from "mother nature" to mother lode, the change from reverence of the natural world to the sense that we can exploit it. And how the discovery of how fossil fuels such as oil and coal changed everything for us, for our societies and our lives. The sense of reverence of nature to dominance. Which occurred within us, towards ourselves most of all, towards our own natures and our bodies and our lifespans, too. Of course this made sense. As nature became a space to be exploited, there had to be developed the people who would act on its transformation from nature to thing. Who knew that this same transformation would happen to us, that we too would come to see ourselves as a thing, to be mastered, to be exploited, to be bought and sold. Some body instead of "somebody," from subject to object, with subjective becoming something distorted and emotional and biased, instead of us, magical. There was another speaker yesterday afternoon who began to cry when she spoke of her daughter. And how this changed her. How she had only thought of social change for her own lifespan until her daughter was born, and she realized that her vision of things, that she could envision things for a time beyond which she would inhabit the world consciously. When I think about that I realize why we fight so much to be what our children need, and will not let go. Look what is at stake for us. Everything that always was and everything that will ever be. Even the stars. Because [I]they only exist (for us or for anybody) if we see them, if they are seen[/I]. I will look. Thank you. COPA [/QUOTE]
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