Carol A. Hand
Imagine sitting in a circle of people from all across the globe gazing at the same object positioned in the middle (Storm, 1972). Let’s say for the purposes of this exercise, it’s a mountain. Each of us would see something different from our unique vantage points. Alone, none of us would see the whole. We would only be able to get a glimpse of other parts of the mountain by sharing what we see with others and listening to their descriptions. Is there one truth or are there many?
This exercise came to mind when I thought about today’s question for blogging 101, “Who are your dream readers?” In part, they are people who share what they see and listen to what others share in a thoughtful way, engaging in dialogue to discover each other’s truths. Yet, there’s another important dimension that I feel is important. It has to do with action to preserve life and beauty based on what we see.
Photo Credit: A Pacific View from the “Road to Hana” – Maui – 1998 (Photographer, Jnana Hand)
Imagine that what some people in the circle see is a mountain that is covered by a forest that can be clear cut for profit, gold beneath the surface to mined, coal to be removed and burned to fuel their machines. Overtime, the mountain that was once was covered by forests, streams and waterfalls, a haven for all types of life, has become, in some places, barren and pock-marked by deep wounds. There are still some places of untouched beauty, but others will never be the same. Is it wise to assume that the places that remain undamaged will be spared? Is this the best future for all of the people who gaze at the mountain, even those who only see what will fill their pockets with gold, a meaningless socially constructed advantage for a moment in time?
As I gaze at the mountain through the vantage points of the people in my blogging community, I see both the beauty and the threat. I also witness the contributions each makes to preserve what is left while using their gifts to end the destruction. Although the task seems impossible for each of us alone, hope is born from knowing the others are part of the resistance. Our work reminds me of the story of the starfish.
There are many versions of the parable, yet all share a similar message. Starfish were stranded along miles and miles of ocean shore when the high tide receded. One person walked the shore, bending down to rescue as many as possible, throwing them back into the water one at a time. A critical commentator walked up to point out how hopeless the task was given the millions of starfish that would surely die. After a moment, the “starfish thrower” bent down to resume his or her efforts, commenting that while the effort seemed futile, it mattered to save the lives that he or she could.
The original story ends with a hopeful message.
Later, after some thoughts on our relationships to other animals and to the universe, the narrator says:
…”On a point of land, I found the star thrower…I spoke once briefly. “I understand,” I said. “Call me another thrower.” Only then I allowed myself to think, He is not alone any longer. After us, there will be others…We were part of the rainbow…Perhaps far outward on the rim of space a genuine star was similarly seized and flung…For a moment, we cast on an infinite beach together beside an unknown hurler of suns… We had lost our way, I thought, but we had kept, some of us, the memory of the perfect circle of compassion from life to death and back to life again – the completion of the rainbow of existence” (Loren Eiseley, The Star Thrower, p.181).
Many of my “dream readers” are already part of my blogging family. They are people who are each standing on a shore doing what they can to create beauty and preserve life, while encouraging those on other shores to do the same. I hope the circle continues to grow.
(The other part of today’s blogging 101 challenge was to embed images and media that we have not used before. Because I almost always do so in my posts, I decided not to do so today. Instead, I am challenging myself to use words that can hopefully encourage others to envision their own images. Please let me know if this works.)
(A editorial postscript and thank you to the friends who commented about images. I have added two that took a little work because of my software – converting printed photos into PDFs, and then using WORD and Paint to turn them into photos again. Some of the clarity is lost in the process, but images that are slightly ethereal seem fitting given the fuzzy nature of the past memories they represent.)
Photo Credit: Another Pacific View – from Haleakalā on Horseback – Maui – 1998 (Photographer, Carol Hand)
Works that inspired these examples:
Loren Eiseley (1969, 1978). The unexpected universe. New York: Times Books.
Hyemeyohsts Storm (1972). Seven arrows. New York: Ballantine Books.
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