N a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 0
I am in a cave in southern France, looking at a salmon cut into the cave wall
30,000 years ago, a male, over one meter long, detailed, the product of an artist
who knew salmon, who saw them swimming through.
Since 1973 I have been thinking about the idea of bioregionalism, thinking about
how to learn to live in a particular place, and how to gradually come to be a part
of that place, a partner in the natural workings of that place, and to learn to be less
and less "intrusive", as we humans have a way of being.
As I learn about my own particular place, living here next to a lake in Maine, I
come to learn about all of the beings whose lives pass through this place, at one
time of the year or another. These are the great migratory tribes, and their own
home regions cover a much wider range than my own. We are coming around to
celebrating these friends.
We welcome the loons back, the eagles, ospreys, herons, orioles, grosbeaks,
bobolinks and so many more. We watch for turtles in the road. We welcome the
alewives as they arrive to swim from the ocean up into the lake, through a series
of newly built pools, human-made to assist them in their journey. We look to the
monarchs, rising up in the fall for their journey to
As a practicing Caribouddhist I worry about the caribou, moving from protection
Wildlife Refuge, or the reindeer, living with the consequences of nuclear disaster
in their bodies, or the wolves and condors reintroduced in the American west, the
bears and wolves
And so many others.
As a bioregionalist, I want my own bioregion to provide these travelers with their
traditional food, lodging and safety - natural concerns for a weary pilgrim, but
now I think that I must also be a migrationist, worrying about the health of their
journey, the flyways, the migratory routes, the ocean, the air, so that these
travelers are able to safely make their yearly journeys. My bioregion extends to
the boreal forests, the south american songbird destinations, all the many parts of
the world to which i am connected, my home place is connected , by these
wonderful migrating friends. and so many more.
we will greet them with colorful flags,
wave them on their way through,
light fires, burn incense,
prepare a feast to say
We wish you well
pray for your travels
take care, take care
June 25, 2009
[Originally posted by Gary Lawless at his mygrations blog, http://mygrations.blogspot.com/2009/06/abri-du-poisson.html. Reprinted with permission of the author.]