This tree stood all by itself on the crest surrounded by the pretty ones. What attracted me was it stood out from the crowd and thrived. I alluded to this in On the Edge. They were in the same area as we drove up to the Columbia Ice Fields in Jasper National Park. These trees do not just survive. They thrive in demanding conditions, sometimes for 100’s of years. There is little soil, water, and nourishment on the embankments, so they appear stunted. It thrives on the margins of its ecosystem. Perhaps, we find beauty in places we do not anticipate. We have to be ready for this or it will slip by.
In today’s environment, with calls for greater equity and social justice, it is not enough to ask people to survive with less than living wages, inadequate housing, little or no healthcare, etc. as if that is a major accomplishment. We must allow them to thrive as humans.
I took one class in special education in my B Ed. and another in my M Ed. I learned we have more in common than makes us different. Paulo Freire wrote of unity in diversity; John Dewey about communicating what we have in common to form community, and Parker Palmer about the paradox of living in community and with solitude. If we are more alike than different, we have a lot to communicate. It takes listening deeply, reflecting critically on one’s views (biases) of the world, and ethically transforming (moving beyond) the world, particularly that which is immediate to each of us. It is not enough to reform, but it may be a start to the process. It is becoming more and better, individually and collectively, in ways we cannot anticipate and can not be fully finished. There will always be good work to do, not matter how far we come.
On the margins;
Separate from the crowd.
Elements taking a toll;
World weighing heavy;
Believing in something better.
Valuing who you are;
Separate from the crowd.
Lonely, not alone;
Spacious, gracious solitude–
Revealing your own beauty.
Today, as I cruised Facebook, I found Parker Palmer posted Mary Oliver‘s poem The Summer Day. I love the closing lines: “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” It is a wild and precious life.
Such a great question given us by Mary Oliver. I grew up in a world where everyone was considered equal. My dad knew no strangers of any class and taught me to never feel better than anyone else and never feel anyone was better than me. My goal is to spread a little happiness wherever I can.
That is a wonderful goal Bev. Mary Oliver had a knack of asking those kind of questions in her poems.
Really enjoyed this today… And I definitely agree.
Thank you Sumyanna
Great post. Love Mary Oliver. I have all her collections.
Yes, she is a wonderful poet. Even her prose was poetic.
Yes. Thriving for all sentient beings seems key somehow. 🙏
It is so much more than surviving or existing.