TM formatted 4/7/08
The Wild Human
by Bill Plotkin
<i>Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand Still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
—“Lost” by David Wagoner</i>
Over the past two hundred years, industrial civilization has been relentlessly undermining
Earth’s chemistry, water cycles, atmosphere, soils, oceans, and thermal balance. Plainly
said, we have been shutting down the major life systems of our planet. Compounding the
ecological crisis are decaying economies, ethnic and class conflict, and worldwide
warfare. Entwined with, and perhaps underlying, these devastations are epidemic failures
in individual human development.
True adulthood, or psychological maturity, has become an uncommon achievement in
Western and Westernized societies, and genuine elderhood nearly nonexistent.
Interwoven with arrested personal development, and perhaps inseparable from it, our
everyday lives have drifted vast distances from our species’ original intimacy with the
natural world and from our own uniquely individual natures, our souls. . . .