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A Solstice Approaches, Unnoticed
ONCE, HUMANS were intimate with the cycles of nature, and never more than on the summer solstice. Vestiges of such awareness survive in White Nights and Midnight Sun festivals in far northern climes, and in neo-pagan adaptations of Midsummer celebrations, but contemporary people take little notice of the sun reaching its far point on the horizon. Tomorrow is the longest day of the year, the official start of the summer season, the fullest of light — yet we are apt to miss this phenomenon of Earth’s axial tilt, as we miss so much of what the natural world does in our surrounds.
In recent months, catastrophic weather events have dominated headlines as rarely before — earthquakes and tsunami in Asia; volcanic cloud in Europe; massive ice melts at the poles; tornadoes, floods, and fires in America. “Records are not just broken,” an atmospheric scientist said last week, “they are smashed.” Without getting into questions of causality, and without anthropomorphizing nature, we can still take these events as nature’s cri de coeur — as the degraded environment’s grabbing of human lapels to say, “Pay attention!”
To our ancestors in the deep past, that attention to nature was, well, natural. They made the evolutionary leap into human consciousness through close observation, among other things, of what heavenly bodies do in the sky. In a cosmos over which they had no control, paying attention to patterns of heat and cold, light and dark, rain and drought was a matter of survival. The invention of agriculture depended on awareness of seasons, so that times of planting and harvesting, herding and grazing, could be depended upon. Movements of the sun and moon were seen to have both influences on, and counterparts in, individual human experience — from mood swings to menstruation to aging. Astrology opened into astronomy, calculation into mathematics, scrutiny into science. Definitions of the calendar were essential to culture. The solstice was a marker of all this.
But this habit of regard for nature was essential also to the transition into modernity. Contemplation of the sun was nothing less than the incubator of our age. Copernicus and Galileo, after all, ushered humans into the breakthrough of testable knowledge by means of their study — one theorizing, the other experimenting — of Earth’s place in the solar system. The solstice, previously perceived as the sun’s standing still for a moment before reversing course on the horizon, would never be understood that way again. Heliocentrism initiated the maturing of science, which eventually would demonstrate that seasonal rhythms not only produce global dynamics of climate but also hormonal changes — daily, weekly, monthly — within the individual human body, each person biologically synchronized to the cosmic clock. Because of science, we were able to grasp the age of the earth — to know that there have been more than 4 billion summer solstices. Humans awakened to the full complexity of the universe.
Ironically, the accompanying social revolution of industrialization led to illusions of human mastery over nature, and ultimately to detached indifference toward it. Contemporary technological civilization became blinded to key phenomena of the living world, much as the night sky is blotted out by the artificial light of cities. Most recently, the cycles of time have given way to the eternal present of the computer screen — detachment squared. As humans came to know so much, we lost our grip on the knowledge with which we became human: our familiarity with the physical universe we live in. Imagining that we no longer needed nature, we ourselves became the great threat to nature. As our sense of the complexities of life quickened and deepened, our destructiveness of life also quickened and deepened. Through ambitions of unlimited growth, consumption, competitive manufacture, and self-expanding technology, we humans have become a mechanism of extinction. When we stopped noticing Earth, we began to destroy it.
Intimate awareness of nature and its cycles, as we saw, was an ancient mode of survival. But survival is at issue again. Noticing the length of light now, reveling in the sun’s achievement, rejoicing in Earth’s perfect balance, honoring the summer solstice — loving it: This is how we became human, and it is how we stay human.
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Show All"Human beings wakened to the full complexity of the Universe"? Since he is speaking of 'western man'........I must respectfully say that i don't think this awareness has occured quite yet. ;-)
As i believe T.S. Elliot once said, "Hell is the place where nothing connects to nothing".
To Puffin Thrush :>)
I hope you keep posting here on Common Dreams, and I am enjoying your thoughtful remarks very much.
To onemantribe:
Ditto the above remarks to yourself. I think we all recognize some eternal truths which you speak of. It reminds me of the visceral reaction to Thomas Jefferson's "We hold these truths to be self-evident..."
Your remark:
" We do not need men nor women to lead us, though guides are often needed."
It gets to the heart of the matter. It is the question now in my mind.
Wanting a leaderless world, attempting this on my many mountain trips, hoping for a pure democracy - I am reminded by time and circumstance, by direct observation, that leaders spontaneously arise given sufficient need.
It is almost as if a law of nature were in operation - a quantum fluctuation, if you will.
Is it possible that people can want a leaderless world and want and need a leader, both at the same time?
This question I pose to all and sundry??
Manysummits
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And I thought the earth was flat.
Well how about sprinkling some truth on this article ? Such as how the Roman Catholic church took over all beliefs based on their own lack of knowledge. The RC's sort of got lost in the road, when they found out that when they shout " Hooray", they were in fact worshiping the Egyptian Sun God. Once we got the thinking back in the lab and away from the alter we have regained some knowledge lost.
Bill Brown Pine City, Minnesota (( not the center of the universe )..
In Gaviotas (a sustainable community in Colombia), when the FARC (militant group) paid them a visit and held guns at them and said, "who's your leader?", they replied together, "We all are!"
bloodmeridian,
I agree with katrinelachatte. Your poetic news posts are always among your best contributions in the Comments section here on Common Dreams. Thanks.
Summer what? Who? Where?
Most Americans don't know they have birds in their yards let alone that the sun transits the sky every year in a helix! I bet most have not seen the moon in the last ten years. Or have ever noticed that it moves around the sky rather than just sits in one spot.
Petroleum man has his head stuck in his gadgets...
I hope this may be considered on "topic."
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Cathedrals
Far out at sea, the unbroken great blue circle
Ever changing yet ever the same.
Standing on the bowsprit I gaze into the deep, clear, blue depths
Or out to the horizon. Sometimes there are dolphins!
At night, the heavens are filled with myriad stars, far more than are seen on land.
They stretch out to infinity, eternity,
The only human interlopers,
The satellites moving in their straight lines from horizon to horizon.
Below in my bunk I am lulled by the quiet hiss of the bow wave,
The rasping zzzzip of passing dolphins,
Distant songs of humpbacked whales echoing from the deep,
And the quiet tread of watchstanders passing on the deck above my head.
Diving on the reef, I pass beneath the stands of kelp
Rising like fluted columns
Which spread overhead, muted light filtering to the sea floor
Like sunlight through stained glass
Walking on the floor of a great virgin forest,
The first branches spread a hundred feet overhead.
Wild rhododendrons provide splashes of color
And my gaze stretches for miles.
Standing on a windswept ridge, gazing at a rugged, snow shrouded peak.
Mighty rivers look like tiny rivulets, running from beneath the glaciers.
The tree line is far below me,
And on the eroded cliff, seashells!
These are my cathedrals.
This is where I feel close to my God,
In the quiet wonder of God’s creation,
Far from the works of man.
Steve Osborn
23 August 2002
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May the Solstice Sun shine upon you,
May the beauty of our planet, called Earth,
Permeate your heart and soul.
May your heart be filled with a desire for Peace,
May your will be bent to achieve this goal.
SMO
thank you, brother...
all that you are is a miracle from a star
all that I am is a dream
There are many of us, even in America, who hold with the old ways and drink deeply of the nature traditions. I am from North Carolina and celebrated the solstice with my grandmother. Tomorrow we will gather in my neighborhood and light a fire, find a song, say a word and cast a circle. Our eyes will gather to the sky and we'll talk about the shape of the constellations of our lives. And we'll express gratitude to the directions, to the moon, to the pull of the sea and the fire of the sun.
Blessings Be. Thank you for that picture, Silkhope.
My Friend
(a call and response to the fine poems posted as comments on CommonDreams.org)
Close to the solstice
on the day after an orange moon
my friend stood in the dark to tell me
he had never seen a bear in the wild.
Earlier, we were on a rough secondary blacktop
rolling over hills between the cedar swamps and fens
when the great beast arrived to cross the road ahead of us
He swaggered across the blank strip of heat
waving his snout in the air
and my friend was out of the car almost before I could pull over;
we urged him to stay, my friend
not the bear. Nothing will change a bear's mind
and he dove into the fen off the embankment and disappeared
and my friend was running to see.
We said "wait!", but his bare impulse was strong
and while he ran I saw the bear curve up
out of the wet spot with a tan limp thing draped
in its mouth. My friend heard the bleating
and went faster. A fawn.
I saw the Ursa again with that baby as it moved into the pines
and my friend followed: “get a camera, get a camera”
and he disappeared into the woods too.
*
There are happier endings
on the day when the sun stays in the sky
so long we cannot stop moving
through the woods, after a meal,
or back and forth in our gardens working
around unfurling tomato plants and tiny beets.
This far north, just above the 45th
the darkness never comes quick
in summer.
*
We took our old bent canoe
out into the reeds and the incredibly sweet
clear waters. One larch stood up from a small promontory in the fen
and we passed it until we came to the little lake
through the reeds, the banks lined with blue flag
and hidden places with pink lady-slippers
only my friend would point and see.... the rainy smell
of the bullhead lilies stirred
by our paddles.
The world could be the same
in these longest days.
We could forget the changes.
*
Newton, or was it some other Cartesian, insisted
we must torture the secrets out of nature.
How has that worked for you
water
fen
larch
lily?
*
My friend survived his first sighting
of a five hundred pound bear.
If you have never seen one outside of a zoo
you might think they are clumsy, or that
you would hear them coming from far away when in fact,
they could be sitting watching you eat dinner
a dozen yards distant
and you would not know.
The snout brown is very fine
in high summer
fat on fawns and root.
*
I told him I had no reason to disturb such things
looking for their dinner.
But I could not hold it against him for
leaping into the pines to get a closer look
suddenly as graceful as the bear itself
*
On solstice let us write songs and chants
for the bear as if there haven't been dozens seen before it.
Let us make masks and pursue our own bear
as if there were no line once crossed
that would force it to turn
and rip the awe off our faces
and mutter bloodily in the stew of our bellies.
*
Such is the nature of the world on the longest day.
Orange moon.
Wars on every land mass
bombs from silent kites
dropping the payload of poison
on weddings.
Such is the nature of the world.
Thanks.
the nature of the world is inseparable from the nature of our species.
I don't think we disagree. Our, the species', issue is refusing to participate in the world as if we are irrevocably a part of it, inseparable from it. Yes... we must take responsibility for being integrated in the systems of the world and not apart and/or superior.
Thank you Bob V.
That was lovely and will stimulate much meditation and thought.
This is a wonderful and beautiful world, except for being overpopulated by a brutal and ruthless predator. Eventually, that may cure itself.
It Will Go On
The red, setting sun, casts long shadows of the rocks and hills.
When the guns are silent and the napalm has burned out,
The desert still exists, silent save for the susurration of the sand
Blown by the winds, slowly covering the wounds of war.
Forgotten monuments again becoming homes and shelter.
Small creatures creep out in the gathering stillness
To carry on their own lives, eating and being eaten
In the long dance that predates man and will continue long after.
As the climates change, volcanos and tsunamis rend the land and shore,
With the melting of the ice the seas rise; temperate zones become steppes
Encased in permafrost. Man's vaunted civilization may crumble away.
Man, himself, may run crying into the limbo that holds the dinosaurs.
The desert, silent save for the susurration of the sand, will still exist.
The red, setting sun, will cast long shadows of the rocks and hills.
Small creatures will creep out in the gathering stillness
To carry on their own lives, eating and being eaten as they always have...
Steve Osborn
21 November 2005
great to answer a poem with a poem. Thanks Steve ==Bob
Happy Solstice, people.
Be kind, the peace we seek.
Siouxrose, I miss your wisdom.
I understand the rest of it.
The Solstice is when the Sun stands still in the sky for three days.
With or without one's arms outstretched.
I just went and saw the movie 'cave of forgotten dreams'. Beyond the jaw dropping and psyche jolting experience of seeing human creativity at it's earliest preserved in a natural time capsule, I was left with the same sense of what James Carroll describes above. A deep and profound awareness of how far we have come and how far we have lost that original connection and awe of nature. A sense of sacred that carried us through our day naturally. Just as the wall of rock came crashing down 35 thousand years ago to entomb the evidence of this connection, our 'civilization' of self has left a barrier of ego destructive impulses that created a wall between us and awareness of life and it's natural courses. As was discovered by three explorers in the cave of forgotten dreams, there is a shaft through our consciousness into our psyche through which we may all journey to rediscover or remember this sacred humanness and human connection in nature once again.
Well yes, until it is found, it seems as if it is not even there. Yes he does make wonderful films. I hope I can find a way to see it again since it is the closest I will ever get to that cave of forgotten dreams.
Nobody aside from a very few scientists and documentarians are allowed in, and even then for short periods. I think the film is the best we can do. Personally, I would bring earplugs, since the loud swelling music and sanctimonious narrative can drown out the stunning artistry of our unknown ancient ancestors.
I do believe it is a bit arrogant to assume that people ignored the Solstice. It really is just a day, a beautiful day of celebration for the coming growing season of food in the old ways. I laugh at the silliness of the Stone structure picture...in the far far future, they'll post a wristwatch picture like it has some religious significance...hahahaha
Celebrate every day Mr Carroll and stop letting your ancestral genes rule your thinking there's something lost. It is all still here and quite evident to those who do pay attention. Mother has started to speak louder and time will prove Her worthy of attention by all. Don't fear, just do no harm and bless everyone. To downplay other's spirit connections is still arrogant and unworthy of a good writer. Might recommend some Carolyn Myss material.
Below the equator, this solstice represents the shortest day of the year and the beginning of winter. Many people are getting out their warmer clothes and preparing for the long nights. For some reason, this flip in the seasons amazes and delights me.
thanks jcli...hahahaha...perspective...I love it
",,,to know that there have been more than 4 billion summer solstices"
Here you are quite wrong. There have been only 6,000 of them since the earth was created for Man. A large number of World leaders and their evangelical fundamentalist administration and followers will affirm this, for example, the Harper regime in Canada and approximately half the US population.
/satire
Self-fulfilling bible prophecy in action will doom mammals to extinction.