Rudy
Peace Bunny
Hello My Soulbrothers,
I know that this might sound like exaggeration, but I do know that in my lifetime the mountains that rise above Tucson will not be the same. Not all the mountains, but some of the tallest and most profound. Mountains where your soul can soar, and you feel nolonger bound by the grid and grime of the city. A place where in the summer you can leave behind the 110 degree temps and find the coolness of the the pines and softness of the earth. In the winter you can see snow and beautiful white peaks for miles around.
Last summer there was an awful fire and some of my favorite trails were lost. Trails like Butterfly and Crystal Springs were lost to the blaze, but there was still so much more. But Arizona has been in a drought situation for the past seven years, mix that with poor land managment, and a bark beetle infestation and the willingness of people to flaunt no campfire rules and well.....
Even a lightning strike could have done it, it was primed to go.
I'm just sad. Aimee said it right when she said she was heartbroken. This mountain was our wilderness, a place where the human outpost was small and nature was large. A place where wildness ruled.
It will take generations for the land to heal, and heal it will, but for now the loss is personal. It feels as if a member of the family has died. And still the fire is running wild. There's not a clould in the sky, no humidity, and lots of wind to fuel the the flames.
I remember spring of 2002, this was the last time the control road was open before the fires of 2002, and seeing the situation while riding up. Even then you knew the mountain forests were a tinderbox of dead trees, and over growth. I said to my friends then that the mountains are in danger, but I did not realize the depth of what could happen. Everyone knew the situation. We hoped for rain for some relief, but what is hope but wishful thinking.
It's unbearable. All the land, all the habitat, and all the wildlife. I know the mountain will heal in time. Just not in my time. It may take generations. And so for me there is a great loss. I can only hope for the end of the drought so that I may see the new birth, but recovery seems so far away while the mountain burns.
It seems we humans have just gone to far with our machines and breeding and transforming of the cradle of life. In Tucson the land is raped by developers and the mountain forest are burn due to clumsy stewardship.
If I pray, I pray for and to the earth. Our great mother and cradle of us all.
Thanks for reading.
Love and peace
Rudy
I know that this might sound like exaggeration, but I do know that in my lifetime the mountains that rise above Tucson will not be the same. Not all the mountains, but some of the tallest and most profound. Mountains where your soul can soar, and you feel nolonger bound by the grid and grime of the city. A place where in the summer you can leave behind the 110 degree temps and find the coolness of the the pines and softness of the earth. In the winter you can see snow and beautiful white peaks for miles around.
Last summer there was an awful fire and some of my favorite trails were lost. Trails like Butterfly and Crystal Springs were lost to the blaze, but there was still so much more. But Arizona has been in a drought situation for the past seven years, mix that with poor land managment, and a bark beetle infestation and the willingness of people to flaunt no campfire rules and well.....
Even a lightning strike could have done it, it was primed to go.
I'm just sad. Aimee said it right when she said she was heartbroken. This mountain was our wilderness, a place where the human outpost was small and nature was large. A place where wildness ruled.
It will take generations for the land to heal, and heal it will, but for now the loss is personal. It feels as if a member of the family has died. And still the fire is running wild. There's not a clould in the sky, no humidity, and lots of wind to fuel the the flames.
I remember spring of 2002, this was the last time the control road was open before the fires of 2002, and seeing the situation while riding up. Even then you knew the mountain forests were a tinderbox of dead trees, and over growth. I said to my friends then that the mountains are in danger, but I did not realize the depth of what could happen. Everyone knew the situation. We hoped for rain for some relief, but what is hope but wishful thinking.
It's unbearable. All the land, all the habitat, and all the wildlife. I know the mountain will heal in time. Just not in my time. It may take generations. And so for me there is a great loss. I can only hope for the end of the drought so that I may see the new birth, but recovery seems so far away while the mountain burns.
It seems we humans have just gone to far with our machines and breeding and transforming of the cradle of life. In Tucson the land is raped by developers and the mountain forest are burn due to clumsy stewardship.
If I pray, I pray for and to the earth. Our great mother and cradle of us all.
Thanks for reading.
Love and peace
Rudy
