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Celebrating Earth Day

4/17/2012

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As I thought about what to write about Earth Day, many things came to mind.  I could provide ways to conserve energy, clean up the planet, and reduce our carbon footprint.  I could talk about the importance of supporting local farms, eating organic, and responsible farming.  But the more I thought about these things, the less I wanted to write about them.  Not because they are not important.  Instead, I wanted to focus on the underlying meaning behind all of these efforts, which is to celebrate and take care of the gift we have been given in nature.

Of course, when I think about words that encapsulate for me the wonders of the earth, I look to the poetry of Walt Whitman.  So, today, I offer a section from Whitman's "Song of Myself" which I feel crystallizes the spirit of Earth Day:

What is the grass?

A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it is any more than he.

I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.

Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropped,
Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose?

Or I guess the grass is itself a child. . . .the produced babe of the vegetation.

Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,
And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones,
Growing among black folks as among white,
Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same.

And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.

Tenderly will I use you curling grass,
It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men,
It may be if I had known them I would have loved them;
It may be you are from old people and from women, and from offspring taken soon out of their mother's laps,
And here you are the mother's laps.

This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers,
Darker than the colorless beards of old men,
Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.

O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues!
And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.

I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women,
And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken soon out of their laps.

What do you think has become of the young and old men?
What do you think has become of the women and children?

They are alive and well somewhere;
The smallest sprouts show there is really no death,
And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it,
And ceased the moment life appeared.

All goes onward and outward. . . .and nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

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kole link
10/2/2012 04:10:09 am

Very cool info, thanks.

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    Renee Awad, ND

     A naturopathic doctor, with a passion for education, the creative arts, the poetry of Walt Whitman, and all things Celtic, who believes that our ability to thrive is dependent on our ability to embrace nature.

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