Found this sparkling thing by Susan Griffin:
He says that woman speaks with nature. That she hears voices from under the earth. That wind blows in her ears and trees whisper to her. That the dead sing through her mouth and the cries of infants are clear to her. But for him this dialogue is over. He says he is not part of this world, that he was set on this world as a stranger. He sets himself apart from woman and nature.
And so it is Goldilocks who goes to the home of the three bears, Little Red Riding Hood who converses with the wolf, Dorothy who befriends a lion, Snow White who talks to the birds, Cinderella with mice as her allies, the Mermaid who is half fish, Thumbelina courted by a mole. (And when we hear in the Navaho chant of the mountain that a grown man sits and smokes with bears and follows directions given to him by squirrels, we are surprised. We had thought only little girls spoke with animals.)
We are the bird’s eggs. Bird’s eggs, flowers, butterflies, rabbits, cows, sheep; we are caterpillars; we are leaves of ivy and sprigs of wallflower. We are women. We rise from the wave. We are gazelle and doe, elephant and whale, lilies and roses and peach, we are air, we are flame, we are oyster and pearl, we are girls. We are woman and nature. And he says he cannot hear us speak.
But we hear.
I assumed everyone knew trees spoke. Apparently not.
people machine came this month to ‘trim’ (mutilate) a couple of the venerable oaks in the neighbourhood. Just in time for the hottest and driest time of the year.
Can we please finally call the whole thing off? The thing where the rules of the game are always stacked against the natural world? Because if we can’t do that even now as we knowingly slip into this current extinction event then there truly is no hope for humanity and we should start saying goodbye to everything we love about this world.
I won’t show the pictures. It hurts too much.