“MIGRATION & HUMANKIND & ELEPHANTS…”

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In the Serengeti, every year between the wet and dry season, the elephants migrate hundreds of miles at great peril to their younglings and themselves. Yet to not migrate is a death sentence to this Keystone specie. As I write this, the words death sentence catches my thoughts as we watch humankind do the same all across Mother Earth.

My family migrated too, from Brazil and Italy and England and by Wagon Train. Their intention was a better life in America for themselves and those of us yet to be born. In so many ways THEY built the America we were to be raised in and taught us the value of a place called HOME.

Today I’m conflicted about humankind migration because the media of every flavor spins THE STORY in so many ways. So I go back to the voice of those who came before me. Their intention was a better life and education for their children and FREEDOM. Freedom is a word that means free expression so I ask: If one who is not allowed a voice arrives in a place that does, what are the consequences to them and the country they now live in?

How I wished I’d have asked that question of those who came before me. I’ve never known anything else but liberty—Migrate…Integrate…Assimilate…Build!

Like the elephants, humankind will forever migrate. The Serengeti Elephants eat 350 pounds of food a day. If their droppings were not left behind there would be no fertilization for the grasslands to grow and that would change and ultimately destroy the Serengeti and all its inhabitants as we know it today.

Yet again Mother Earth speaks on our behalf…But are we listening?

“What Are We Truthfully Killing?…”

quill-1Here are a few that come immediately to mind: One Another; Our Thoughts; Our History; Our Beliefs; Our Humanity; Our Purpose; Our Natural World, and Our Stories.

You may ask me why I even ask such a question that has so many distinctive reasons for but even one entry on my list. I do this because whether we know it or not, we each submit to the ultimate carnage.

elephantI have an example; simple yet so complex. It takes place in the Serengeti; an ecosystem in the geographical region in Africa located north of Tanzania that is 12,000 square miles. I bring you here for the elephants; a Keystone Species to the Serengeti. Keystone is a word that means foundation.

Elephants on the Serengeti eat 350 pounds of food a day. If elephants did not drop their digested foodstuff there would be no fertilization for the grasslands to grow. If that were to happen, it would change and ultimately destroy the Serengeti and all its inhabitants as we know it today.

I conclude from this that all FOUNDATIONS on our Earth matter! So I ask again: “What Are We Truthfully Killing?”  

“OUR HANDS TELL OUR STORY…”

HANDSI attended a wedding recently and when the rings were exchanged I noticed the hands of the bride and groom. It brought to mind how our hands tell our story.

Hands embraced in prayer or clutched in resentment. Cocoon Hands coddling a newborn that change direction to strike a teenager. Hands that protect a toddler or hands that smack. Hands that caress the face of a beloved or hit when aggravated. A Handclasp of commitment that was or was not honored. Idle aged Hands unoccupied by touch. Hands eroded by toil. Gun-in-Hands used in sport or war or unlawful death. For all kinds of reasons: Politician Handshakes. Homeless that chronicle Hands living without a roof over their head. The doctor and nurse Hands who save; or touch our shoulder with empathy. Hands: our military and law enforcement and firefighters and our sisters and brothers that like us, have hands that tell their story.

I no longer think how different we humankind are on Our Earth. How our hands tell our story may be different in language and culture but not in emotion.

“I NEVER DO THIS…”

typewriter_legswtypewriter_sample_img_2I never do this — write about anything TELEVISION! But never… well never seems to have arrived. I do this only to spotlight a contestant on one of the talent shows. I don’t mention the show or contestant: copyright issues and all.

Instead, let me just relay the story of a black woman who at two-years-old escaped a civil war in her homeland: Republic of Liberia. Throughout history human migration has been a way of life. More accurately: a way to secure a life. I think by now humankind is simply a collection of our homelands.

But, back to her story: I’m not a black woman so I may not speak for this contestant. But her story implies that she and I are both profoundly in love with the countries of our birth. You see, it is never our homeland we fear–it is a tyranny of greed that pervades which forces us to flee.

In Disney’s The Lion King, Mufasa says to his son: “Look Simba, everything the light touches is our kingdom…” Ah! Our Kingdom, I love the sound of that: The land where we are born… The land that we love… The sacredness of belonging.