from along Admiral Rd. in the Sax Zim Bog
This weekend we're below 0 F just for a day or two. In the bog and between forests a kind of steam, or wraith of snow dust, smokes forth disappearing from my peripheral view past the nose of the car which I've taken on a short tour. The hunting spooks of the bogs--fishers, wolves, martens and wild cats, not to mention the owls--are hidden as usual. But a friend's friend's cousin glimpsed a pack of four wolves near Duluth days ago; these creatures travel miles and miles in a day and show themselves to us mainly by rare coincidence.
We're in a part of the world that people abandon for greater economic opportunity, longer light and growing season, and a brasher, more diversified human history. Summer and winter recreation are an economic mainstay. There are times when I wonder how the well-documented but downplayed U.S. population explosion will impact a marginal regional economy like ours locally. Will this nation end up with cities and suburbs in previously unimaginable places better known for marshes, mosquitoes, winter dark, desert heat, rattlesnakes, etc.? Because those local climates alter so they become popular havens?
As a consequence of my own worries for vast forests and grasslands I was glad to read the following message from NPG (Negative Population Growth) in my email, recounting a change in thought among economists including one who heads up the U.S. Federal Reserve: "Economics Might be Very Wrong about Growth."
Drastic changes confront us and no doubt are essential in shifting bitter inequalities among societies and eliminating excesses that tip chances of survival in recurring times of duress, including shortage, flood and heat wave. But it is welcome news, this evidence that vast, policy-shaping notions, sweeping errors in understanding, like many assumptions surrounding exponential economic growth, are getting recognized for the rot they are built upon. Rot or malignancy, as in rate of economic growth as the measure of our well-being. That has led to the presumption of perpetual economic growth as perpetual benefit, when honest observation shows that nothing grows forever. A cancer will kill its victim, trying to grow its cells without limit. And dominant societies as well as species in the living kingdom collapse in the flux of eternity; the flaws in the dominant party weaken and doom it.
Dominance equates roughly with privilege. As a white female raised among the well-educated, mostly white middle class I have had to learn about racial and social inequalities second- and third-hand; specifically how racist I am or ever was is a thought, like an egg of clay, to roll around in my palm and fingers, to impress and review for lost symmetry, or bias on my part. It would not cease to be true that I have racist thoughts, because difference between race is immediate, visible, for me and anyone of a different race looking at each other to see. It's rule-making and law enforcement devaluing one race in favor of another, and all the discriminatory ramifications passed along like lore from old times that call out for diagnosis and treatment, like spasms of nervous reaction. Who may I have marginalized by my words or deeds because they were a black or brown person? It's those behaviors, those reactions, I have to listen for and quell if I catch myself moved by that perception: 'you look different/talk different,' first of all because I might, on getting acquainted with this person or that person, find that I love him or her, just can't help it, they're irresistible; besides, they and I are equals in the estimation of nature and the law. When I confront a black or brown-skinned person I hope that this, my estimation of their talent or worth, is showing, and I admire them and infinite others like them for uniqueness, inner warmth, and resilience.
With adaptation among human beings of separate ethnicity and among wild creatures in mind, I lately set aside this watercolor titled Pelicanza: Two Forms Intermixing, the original measuring 6 x 12" unmatted, on 140 lb. cotton paper. The red sun hints of havoc, as when huge forests burn and leave ash in the skies. A way that the imbalance between our human selves and the other members of creation shows in our era of rapid change on earth is through hybridizing species, foremost examples being whales and bears of the far north, but also many birds and insects. In nature, species are liable to die out utterly or leaving remnants of their kind in a still habitable range. In society, ethnic mixing grows bridges, while old notions fall away--a few, to our hazard, going into storage for re-use in times of terrible rift, when blame for deep inadmissible faults in our fabric gets cast.
**Coming Up: At Home in a Wide Echoing Land - Solo exhibit of wild flora, bird and landscape paintings included among short lyric poems or essay excerpts by Tanya Beyer, opens Saturday, March 26th, 6 p.m. at Vine Arts Center, 2637 27th Avenue South, Minneapolis, MN 55406. Reception is free with refreshments and some background narrative by the artist.
