*Noticed a discussion on Amazon.com this morning about the taunted tiger killing and surprisingly people were almost unanimous in their support of the tiger.
*In last week’s post about the bears I provided a link to a great letter by a woman who offered $1000 to the owner of the cabin under which the bears were hibernating if she would withdraw her request to the DNR to remove them. Today’s local paper contains a mocking letter in reply: “My, what a feel-good story. I bet many readers were overcome with a sudden urge to hug the nearest tree.” The writer/hunter goes on to list all the animals he won’t kill if someone sends him money, then rambles on about his supposed concern that wildlife is not for sale.
My initial reaction was simply, “What an ass.” Then I felt sorry for insulting all the asses in the world, and started thinking about why he obviously feels so threatened by people who want to save and respect wildlife and trees instead of killing them. This kind of angry letter always appears after an event like this where some animal is seen as an individual instead of as a thing. A few months ago they were about a very well known deer which was shot and killed by a young hunter. That batch of letters often mentioned what a great family tradition hunting is. What proud parents they must be, teaching their children to kill.
*Some recent confusion over chips (e.g., chocolate vs. potato) had me chuckling again about unintentional wordplay. I often try to throw some humor and obscurities into my writing but I surprised even myself with a recent post about snow, the UP, a bus, a documentary, growing old, and a bunch of other subjects. I had consciously tried to put in some transition along the way, but subconsciously apparently added a lot more.
*It’s below 0 F here and probably won’t get above zero again until Monday. If I’m free, I usually join the Martin Luther King march because it’s the only holiday which means anything to me, and as a stand against the racism which is very common in this mostly white part of the country. I may have to pass this year.
*A couple nights ago I attended a gathering about nature writers and nature journaling led by a man who does wonderfully enthusiastic commentary on happenings of the natural world on a local radio station. I’d been looking forward to it since I’d heard of it, but with me becoming more of a recluse all the time, still had to force myself to go and I’m glad I did.
Preparing for it led me to look again at some of my favorite books such as Swampwalker’s Journal by David M. Carroll. After I read that and his memoir Self-Portrait with Turtles and wrote to David, he was kind enough to reply with a letter and a copy of one of his out of print books. Trained as an artist, his books include his wonderful drawings and I whole-heartedly recommend them.
At the meeting, I saw some friends I hadn’t seen in a long time, learned the names of a few writers I wasn’t aware of, and even saw a couple guys with hair longer than mine which is longer than it’s been in over ten years. Best of all there was talk of making this a regular event.
*I hope the spark of discussing nature writing will get me out walking more again, something I’ve been too caught up in various problems to do much of lately. I’m also using my past Tai Chi experience to start exploring Qigong, and considering resuming some practice I used to do with animal/nature cards as a means of focusing. Let the calming begin. ;-)