I made the below comment on another blog, someone near and dear to me asked that I blog it and so I have adding the last couple of paragraphs:
Many a night in the woods by a campfire, embers glowing just outside the circle of light- some moving, some stationary for a moment or two.
Rustled leaves, cracking twig, timid, unsure as they gaze at man, once a friend, now a potential enemy, usurper of territory, befouler of water, of air, tainted bait and traps of steel, bounties on their hair as later we also were to experience.
In the beginning as a people the nations had agreements with all that walked, flew, and swam.
They would sacrifice themselves that we might be nourished, fed, clothed, and housed.
In turn we would honor them and the agreement taking no more than necessary while respecting the land and their nations, calling on their spirits for wisdom, strength, and as helpers.
No “dominion over all things” as we were part and parcel of all that was, not master, but dependent as were others in the symbiotic ecology of life, having a niche within the circle as they did…. belonging.
A niche, a place, whose duty was to live within the circle, within the balance – now furtive embers in the night calculating a safe distance and perhaps wondering how this all came to be.
It is a great sadness, a shameful thing.
Now it is man lives beyond the light within the circle – not furtively but with great arrogance, sense of importance, and the belief of having dominion as he stumbles about in the dark.
No gentle rustling of leaves nor cracking of twigs, the heavy thud of leather clad feet, gps to find his way in the unfamiliar landscape of what was once home, earphones to quell the silence, pre packaged energy bars and selfies, beer cans and litter tossed from the window of passing cars or left as remnants of his passing along trails and campsites, a testament, a commentary that man has been here, and if not now then in time nothing will be as it was.