Nature to us often appears a mere escape from life. So does
family. And religion. It's almost as though the occupation with anything that
doesn't make money or result in immediate reward is unnecessary for a prosperous and
happy life. However, when we finally make that time to embrace the essence of
true life and meaning, we do it on our terms. All that is not a priority for
material success is a nuisance and the indulgence in its entirety is an
expression of poor time management and is not to mention, an uncivilized
lifestyle for the fast paced society in which we live in. Yet, we find our
bodies and our most instinctual nature calling out to us for something other
than work and that green paper we live to earn. Our bodies ache from the
sedentary lifestyle we've occupied ourselves with. Our levels of stress
skyrocket under pressure and insomnia reminds us of our mortality. We've
shape-shifted the fruit of the earth into short term reward packages that have
left us crashing in exhaustion. We wonder of the phenomenon of obesity, cancer
and depression. Lest we forget that the paper tiger we are facing with our
health is nothing but a mere representation of Mother Nature’s way of letting
us know she mustn't be ignored or conceptualized down to merely symbols for
vocational use. Mother Nature is the essence of our every being and she will
not be compartmentalized. Man is a wild one; trying his hardest to maintain
that ridiculous illusion of control. He doesn't know what he's resisting. It's
almost insane.
My own realization of our relationship to nature required a
simple encounter. Short yet dramatic and memorable. One of these days I set
time for family, that other neglected and for granted tree, on my way minding
my own business and taking my younger siblings to spend more green on
meaningless material, we encountered a flock of geese. I have become accustomed
to believing this earth was our own material to mould. I mean how could it not
be? We uproot trees from the untouched ground it sits in for generations at a
mere shot at reorienting its environment according to what we prefer. Then we
have the decency and find it perfectly acceptable to replant it where we see
fit. But I was feeling pretty confident in my superiority and power as a human
that I chose to cross an unusual path. Safety was everywhere according to my
view. And humans were exempt from the dangers of the environment that should
know better and get out of our way. The reality of my being was on the verge of
exposure. My ego was blown.
A flock of geese I see ahead of me. How cute. Harmless
animals grazing on grass causing no disruptions to our ways, I thought; although
their droppings were getting more difficult to tolerate and avoid. That's
disgusting, I thought, at least we've evolutionized to be smarter than to
defecate wherever we wish. However, our obvious toxic waste and dumping into
the lakes and rivers was not a fact I was able to recall in my moment of
patriarchy. I saw this moment as one where I could exhibit my power that comes
with my manhood on the world around me. Figured it would also be a great
modelling lesson for my siblings. So I approached the goose, stomping with one
foot forward, and making the most foolish growl in attempt to move it out of
our way, waiting anxiously for the moment when they flew and I had a good
laugh.
But that didn't happen.
Instead, it stood facing me with the utmost certainty in
its legitimate presence. And with those wings pointed to the sky appearing to
call for help from a force I could not access, it hissed loudly and locked eyes
with mine. Suddenly the adrenaline rush of excitement became fear. That was not
a cute goose anymore. It wasn't small and helpless. It was now an equal.
Quickly, I begun to realize I wasn't ready to face
this danger, so I began walking. The goose did not take satisfaction from my
leave. After all, I offended and questioned its existence. It wasn't about to
leave me without a beg for mercy. I heard wings flapping and looked behind to
see that it was flying dangerously close to my back. I ducked. And suddenly I
was in the middle of the paved human road – familiar territory comes with
security I presumed. Cars began approaching us. Honking in what appears to be
an act of solidarity until the scared goose flew back to its original
placement. You would think the goose won this one. But it didn't. Because the
civilization and industry that keeps the status quo kept it from taking its
rightful revenge. Whatever freedom we gave it could be quickly taken away, and
it chose to abide by our ways.
The
earth in which we live in is an ecosystem. And we are somewhere in that circle
of life. We take from Mother Earth and give nothing in return – expecting that our
mere presence on her lands is a great favour we’ve done to her soil. Yet we
forget that she is an instrument of God – the powerful omniscient being who
sees the wrong doings and short-sightedness brought up by our ego. To fight
Mother Nature and to seek that she hands up all her resources is ultimately the
hunt of ourselves. We challenge Mother Nature and she calls God to put us in
our place.