Tana - Final Reflection

I'd say our humanly constructed world, be it green or not, is an example of our inner life creating an outer form. It's kind of a shocking thought. What do all the appalling human messes say about our collective inner life? I am most at ease in the green constructs: in parks, botanical gardens, back yards and areas I think of as gentle wilderness. I definitely want my nature relatively benign. I do not want to enter into the hurricane or avalanche except on a DVD. I do not want to be stalked by a cougar in a dry canyon bed or a polar bear on an ice floe. Essentially, I'd rather not be prey. I love my walks along the Fraser, binoculars in hand, looking at herons, eagles, winter wrens, muskrats. I rejoice in the beaver felling cottonwoods with their teeth along the river banks. In that same vein, I felt total outrage over the human felling of trees behind our house last week.Both actions, beaver and human, will result in homes. Why is one acceptable to me and one not. I will end this weird reflection with part of a poem by Canadian nature poet ( and GG winner), Don McKay. It's from a poem called Apres Chainsaw -
            
            Is this the way it works,
            locking you, stunned, in the imperative,
            making a weapon of each tool?
           Why can't we just bury innocence instead of
            wrecking it over and over, as if
            it could never die
            enough?