My country has a wealth of wildness, captured in her National Parks. Recent news has been troubling. Visitors to these places have left an imprint on the land that clouds the vision of those who sought to keep these places sacred and revered.
From the baby bison “taken” from his home, to the news story this morning of the death of one who strayed off the trail, falling into a hot spring; there seems to be a resurgence in the mind of man of eminent domain.
We don’t have the right to take what we want, or walk where we choose. We must respect the boundaries and rights of what is in the wild. Compassion and intelligence must set the bar for these rules and guidelines in a way where wild and urban can thrive.
We read of children falling into wild enclosures and those trapped within those enclosures killed. We read of coyotes walking into backyards and carrying off little dogs and cats.
Our boundaries have become blurred; we have assumed it is our right to walk where we choose, build where we choose, pollute where we choose, and destroy where we choose. Our greed overwhelms compassion. Our respect for the wild has been clouded by our own aggrandizement.
The wild has become our domain. It is not and never will be. Either we learn to respect and co-exist, or there will be further consequences and tragedies. There will be man’s finger pointed in blame to the wild……
But in whose direction should the arrow of blame be pointed……..I leave that for you to ponder. A structure of man will always revert to the wild; crumbling concrete will always harbor the shoots of wilderness poking through, continuing to exist. Once our wild places are extinguished, there will be no life poking through the cracks anymore……….Concrete will just crumble.