Jun 262011

Some people adopt cats, dogs, even snakes or ferrets. I adopt a butterfly.

It begins late afternoon, a gorgeous Indian Summer day in Norman, Oklahoma. The sun gets in my eyes. As I turn to step down heavily from the curb, I glimpse a disconcerting splotch of color: a living Monarch butterfly, wings slowly flexing, sitting upon an oil stain.

Kind soul that I am, I bend to free it from the tar pit, but coming closer I recognize the degree of his plight. “Oh, no wonder.” A break in the leading edge its left forewing leaves it shredding and useless for flight. “He’s not going anywhere.”

I want to move it to a safer place, away from crushing wheels or heels, but as I look around, I see no place suitable to place him. He puts up little resistance as I carefully scoop him up onto my index finger. I imagine he was hit by a car and flung by the force of wind to this very spot. Legs collapsed on his left side, both antennae gone, I’m thinking, “this is one ******-up butterfly! Continue reading »

Nov 112007

Falling somewhere beyond the dualism of credulous acceptance and rabid pseudo-skepticism, there exist approaches to culture which have at their heart a recognition of the individual as inseparable from nature – the nested levels of natural and socio-political organization within which the individual exists – from the nuclear family on up to the interdependent ecosystems of the biosphere, and inclusive of as yet unacknowledged interconnections within the universe. The wisdom of our ancients is returning to us full-circle, manifesting through new sciences, and new willingness to consider and utilize ancient methodologies. Continue reading »