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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

milkweed for monarchs, rising up in the fall for their journey to Mexico. And so

many others.


As a practicing Caribouddhist I worry about the caribou, moving from protection

in Canada into the United States, to calve on the plain of the Arctic National

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 reintroduced in Italy and Slovenia, my stork friends flying from

Africa to Latvia, Lithuania, flying through the horror of war in Iraq twice a year.

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.


Migration Prayer


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



 [First posted by Gary Lawless at his mygrations blog, http://mygrations.blogspot.com/2009/06/abri-du-poisson.html. Reprinted with permission of the author. Originally published in NHS 2010, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs10/index.html.]