farther north in what is referred to as the Inland Pacific Northwest, there are plenty of forests that need protecting here as well, the entire planet over, if I am being honest.
The indigenous tribes in this region deserve to have the final say over what is planned for the preservation of wildlands, not only in Oregon, or Washington, but on this entire continent, possibly the globe. The colonial takeover is standardized from Northern Canadian Provinces, all the way down into Mexico.
What the white man has done is next to irreparable. Indigenous practices are a form of earth stewardship, a caring and kind approach to the planet and all that it gifts to us. This sort of honouring and respect is missing in most if not all of today's major decisions. Ceremony and ritual have been forgotten, but in the deft and skilled hands of the tribes that have lived here for thousands and thousands of years, I am quite sure my heart and soul would feel more at peace with that than any other white man and his respective institution.
Kootenai, Kalispel, and Coeur d'Alene, are some of the many indigenous tribes in the area. Their reverence for this terrain is one to be emulated in full.
Worst case scenario - the earth remains in the hands of oligarchs and climate naysayers, sustainable practices thrown to the breeze, elaborating fossil fuel usage, and clear cutting our wild lands, forests included. Take the power away from the white man, from the patriarch, from the capitalistic colonial horse shit we have decided we are locked into.
I believe wholeheartedly that there is a better and completely different way of living. But who am I to say, I am just a student, artist, and entrepreneur.
For now I will focus on the compost bucket on my ki5chen counter, and toss the bins of black gold fertilizer with a shovel, blistered palms, sunburnt back, sweaty forehead and stinging eyes as I drip my own exhaustion into my ocular sockets.
This is life, this is living.
It isn't the concrete or the consumption or the automobiles at all, it is just the stars and the earth and us in between. A mix of stars and soil.
I am my garden, my garden is me, and I owe all of that to those that came before me.
