I’m struggling with staying balanced in this last week before the election.
Today I read in an article from the Washington Post that Trump will open up all 16.7 million acres of Alaska’a Tongass National Forest to logging and other forms of development.
I find his actions painful, a stab to heart and gut.
From the article: For years, federal and academic scientists have identified Tongass as an ecological oasis that serves as a massive carbon sink while providing key habitat for wild Pacific salmon and trout, Sitka black-tailed deer and myriad other species. It boasts the highest density of brown bears in North America, and its trees — some of which are between 300 and 1,000 years old — absorb at least 8 percent of all the carbon stored in the entire Lower 48′s forests combined.
“While tropical rainforests are the lungs of the planet, the Tongass is the lungs of North America,” Dominick DellaSala, chief scientist with the Earth Island Institute’s Wild Heritage project, said in an interview. “It’s America’s last climate sanctuary.”
I’m aware that Trump doesn’t understand or relate to nature, or why we need trees and salmon and trout and deer, but we do.
Today Steve was sitting outside. We’ve now placed a tub outside for the raccoon to wash his or her hands, and she or he comes when we’re not around, but today he or she climbed down from one redwood tree, and then peeking at Steve from behind another, tipped gracefully over to wash his or her hands.
What grace there is in sharing and knowing this yard provides food and shelter for more than we.