If you were to ask me if I am an
environmentalist I would shout, “Ooonh YAH!!! You betcha!” and I
would describe my almost OCD passion for recycling, my disgust for
all GMO products and my mission against Monsanto. I want to eat
‘clean’ because I already have enough miseries in my life to just
passively accept more unwanted poisons. If you’re on my Facebook
friends list you know I compulsively post everything
anti-environmental because Someone, Someone somewhere may not have
seen it. Plus we are bombarded with lies about the proposed KXL
pipelines that completely annihilate the environment and yet with
every new oil leak or spill we are told the whole process is
completely safe.
When I was a kid about 12-13 years old
I began learning the true history of this Turtle Island of ours and
the atrocities being committed upon our Mother. I raged and cried; I
stomped around uttering awful deaths for the people who were
responsible for the degradation, knowingly destroying our Mother for
material wealth. I told my mother I wanted to “go back to the
blanket” which is a euphemism (I think) for Indians who just got
sick of the white man’s alleged ‘civilization’ and went back to
the old ways of being and living in accord with Turtle Island and
continue the gifts of wisdom and respect down to our descendants and
theirs.
So the Gal’s and I went a’campin
by a lake in the north woods very far from the big city lights.
Melissa had posted she was bringing the coffee maker and my brain did
a little “huh?” Then I thought she meant a percolator. I wanted
to listen to music while we were out there asked if someone had a
boom box. Denise did so it was cool. I figured we would need to buy
some batteries. Turns out the campsite was wired up with GASP!
outlets for electric stuff!!! I admit now being completely astounded
but didn’t say anything at the time. I was just glad I could charge
up my phone. Turns out the campground had bathrooms, showers and
laundry too. Not very hard core ennit?
Our camp was on a little peninsula and
in very close proximity to campers who were already there. I thought
it a bit weird because I was used to powwow campgrounds and setting
up tents near family or friends. We got our own space though with
creative blocking and all the big work was done by my friends because
I was sadly inept and kept getting in the way. Later we put on Bob
Marley and 10 minutes later a park ranger told us to turn it off cuz
people were trying to sleep. I don’t know how well that worked out
for our neighbors because we snort-laughed most of the night talking,
yelling and telling stories. Betcha Bob sounds better than that now,
ay?
There were hundreds of large dragon
flies above us the whole night so the mosquitoes weren’t too bad
and loons were calling from across the lake. It was a magic night for
good magic; we sacrificed some bloated gummy bears to rid ourselves
of a common evil spirit and formed our first steps for a coven. 😉
Melissa scorched up some hot dogs I passed on those but when it came
time for S’mores I couldn’t find the skewers I brought for
roasting marshmallows. We ended up eating them Paleo-style as Denise
said; raw. Later while sitting alone I realized we had packed all the
creature comfort contents of our homes plunked it down on the ground
and called it camping. Which is fine by me this I can handle…! No
more Extreme Camping for me thank you had enough for this life.
Sitting there more thoughts came to
me. That if 92% of people like outdoor activities so why are they not
supporting or standing up for this earth of ours? Don’t they want
to come back year after year to enjoy it? My answer is most people
take our Mother for granted and that there will always be someone
else to save the earth. Green Peace maybe or the guy down the road
who attends green rallies let him and his kind do it.
Well I never did go back to that
blanket, my mother said to me that I wouldn’t last a day out there
which was true; my inborn Indian skills in the woods must’ve got
put in the wrong dna folder. I have other skills though; I can write,
I can call, I can demonstrate, I can join others who are activists
and there may just be a chance, a small chance together we can put a
stop to the gutting and killing Our Mother. Get it out there that we
humans need her; she doesn’t need us.