Monday, February 21, 2011

Silence Spoken Here

I read a fascinating article recently by Gordon Hempton, an "acoustic ecologist" who for the past 25 years, has studied and recorded the vanishing sounds of nature. He says there are few places left on the globe that are free from the noises of human activity, (even remote places where planes fly overhead) and what I found most fascinating is this observation: "Silence is not the absence of something, but the presence of everything." In other words, when you're in a place of natural silence, you're not alone, and you can feel it. Whether it's bird calls or the closeness of a giant tree whose warm tones you can feel, there is a presence.

In college, I used to listen to "soundscapes" while studying; they were not musical pieces, yet highly musical nevertheless. The sounds of nature:  frog and cricket sounds, wind blowing through the trees, birdsong, rolling thunder followed by rainshowers; many sounds varying in intensity and duration, but all quite soothing and relaxing on a visceral level. I was able to concentrate more fully. 

Hempton talks of how, in Sri Lanka, he observed a monk leading a group of school children on a nature walk; he actually saw the children, before he heard them. They were not chatting and bringing another place with them; they were simply observing, being in the moment at hand. Contrast that with a group of mountain bike riders, single file on a forest path, and shouting to eachother about last night's bar scene, rather than experiencing the natural world they were traveling through. Were they aware of the sunlight snaking through the trees? Or the simple sights and smells of the forest?

I remember hiking a steep slope with a friend up to an alpine lake. We were walking along talking, when both of us simultaneously noticed, a short ways off the trail, a huge marmot lying on a flat rock, sunning itself. The wind was blowing across the tundra, and the long brown hairs of the marmot were rippling in the wind. We were stunned into silence. The moment was clear and vivid and eternal, like time stood still. Another time on a tour boat in the Prince William Sound, we witnessed the calving of a near-by glacier; the boat rocked as bergs rolled in and ice shards made tinkling sounds in the water. Struck into the moment, everyone fell silent (and then came the clicking of camera shutters). Sometimes nature wakes us up and opens us to pure perception; when that happens, a natural awe takes the place of so many  words.

I once read of a women, born and raised in NYC, who experienced panic attacks while visiting her aunt in North Dakota. While out walking on the flat, empty land where even the wind made no sound, she became anxious and disturbed. There was no sound to cushion the 
voices of her inner landscape and she found the silence deafening and disturbing. Only over time was she able to sink into her perceptions and simply enjoy her surroundings. Maybe one person's noise is another's person's music as each of us becomes unaware and accustomed to whatever noise we inhabit.

I enjoy the quiet and from time to time, being completely alone. I often take solo trips out to the cabin my husband built, with its 12 inch walls and super thick insulation. There is a delicious silence experienced there, especially in the winter when the land is still and covered in white and the river is frozen, making no sound.  In the absence of the humming of appliances and furnace sounds, there is a complete silence that feels like being wrapped comfortably in a soft void. 

Here too, one feels a presence. In the absence of noise, perception changes...you can hear your heartbeat, feel your body from the inside out, and sense your connectedness to the source of all things. 



Monday, February 14, 2011

Open Country

Over the weekend, I watched an inspiring, beautiful film called 180 degrees South. In 2007, the mountaineer-surfer, Jeff Johnson set out to re-create the journey of Yvon Chouinard (the founder of Patagonia clothing) and Doug Tompkins's summit of Corcovado, in the Chilean Patagonia. The 1968 footage of Chouinard's van road trip to Patagonia, South America was stellar, and brought me back to my youth when we set off on road trips from the midwest to Anywhere, USA in search of new experiences and people; and our travels through eastern European countries where you slung your guitar over your back, stuck out your hitch-hiking thumb, and traveled by the seat of your pants. In your youth, you don't need a plan; you don't need to know where you're going to stay and for how long...if you did, you'd miss out on the many invaluable,  serendipitous moments that bely any travel agent's lofty recommendations.

Jeff and his buddies move through life on the wings of adventure, seeking out rock to climb and waves to surf. The photography is simply stunning. But more than that, we are privy to Jeff's deepest reflections through the lens of the natural world; a sort of moving meditation of his awareness of the land, and people's relationship to it. His pitch is conservation: if you love a place, you have a duty to protect it. And though I believe responsible development can occur side-by-side with conservation efforts, here's the rub for some people:  today, Chouinard & his buddies are extremely wealthy, and though they donate great amounts of money to conservation programs, they depict themselves as peasants, drinking out of old tin cups, eating simple foods, living for months in stick frame cabins. Except their lifestyle is not a fabrication: these guys have spent their entire lives protective of indigenous peoples and places; they are a force against damming rivers and creating hydro-electric projects that destroy indigenous livelihoods but produce power for the wealthy living hundreds of miles away. Chouinard started out as a blacksmith creating climbing gear that had never before been created. He started a business roughing out tools he needed to climb, and the rest is history. Chouinard is an environmentalist who puts his money where his mouth is...click on patagonia.com to read about their environmental efforts, travels around the world, and see their line-up of outdoor clothing and gear. One of his quotes: the hardest thing to do is simplify your life; it's so easy to make it complex.

This film is not about the Corkorkan summit (which, by the way, they did not achieve), but all the stories and experiences along the way; like life, it's not about the end, rather the journey. The soundtrack is also superb: listen to some of Ugly Cassanova:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IVHxMn8trOk



Like Jeff, I too am drawn to open country; I've added Easter Island and Patagonia, Chile to my bursting-at-the-seams bucket list. 

Monday, February 7, 2011

Ice skating....and good food

Rather than watch the Super Bowl yesterday, Nicole (and baby Torq) and I skiied the river, and found a good stretch perfect for ice skating. Trouble is, we have to get lower temperatures to make sure it is safe, so as we discussed planting artichoke seeds indoors (now) to transfer to the greenhouse in May, we also gave a nod to the gods to freeze things up a bit more (this may sound like contradictory desires, but not so...). Skating on the river is great because you don't go in circles, but meander along the river's path, enjoying the scenery (and it helps to have your dog pulling you). The right conditions for skating don't happen every year; we have to catch it when we can...when there's light snow and very cold temperatures and not alot of overflow from wild temperature fluctuations. I think we're close to a solid, glassy freeze.

On a more serious note, as I was enjoying a piece of dark chocolate embedded with red chili peppers this afternoon, I was flooded with pleasure and it came to mind how concerned we are with food. My husband is away on a trip, so I have not been cooking much. What I have cooked, like curried rice and sweet potatoes, I am perfectly happy eating over the course of several days. It's come down to a sort of minimalism, eating the left-overs, using the same bowl and cup (rinsing after each meal rather than using the dishwasher), having a square of chocolate after a small meal, and feeling fully satisfied. Yes, we have turned into an obese nation, and it's sad to see other cultures around the world who are beginning to adopt the western diet and falling down the same rabbit hole. But Marc David, in his book, The Slow Down Diet, talks about how we get stuck in the idea that because foods like chocolate "are bad for you", eating them under any circumstances is bad. Then the researchers say, no, chocolate (dark in particular) is good for you because it contains antioxidants and magnesium when in fact, both sides are right. What matters is how much we eat...too much of anything, even water, can be toxic. I like the idea of "slow foods"...eating in a relaxed, aware and celebratory manner and enjoying what we eat; that's how the French stay thin (think of thick buttery sauces), by not overeating, and staying conscious while eating (distractions such as TV, working on the computer, even reading a book puts on pounds).
It took a silent meditation retreat a few years back to help me understand this; all meals were taken in silence, which forced us to pay attention to the texture, temperature and flavors of the food, and to consciously eat slower. And although I love the lively conversations around the dinner table, this taught me to pay attention to the act of eating and was a lesson to take home and put into practice while sharing meals with family and friends.

For more information and guidance about conscious eating, click on Jacqui Brooks' blog:
http://consciouseatingcoaching.blogspot.com/
May we give thanks, enjoy our food, and eat it slowly...