While I was running yesterday on the greenway near UNCA, I ran past a spray painted message on the greenway asphalt that said "nature still hates you," and it really upset me.
It didn't upset me because I thought "nature
hates me." No, I feel like nature loves me / us. I feel like nature is
the safe place, a haven, and is forgiving (even as we murder parts of
nature...she reluctantly adapts - indeed - that is the force of nature).
But I was aghast that anyone could think they speak for nature. It made
me think that those are the ways that people speak for God. They say
"you're a sinner" or "you're going to hell" or "you can't be loved by
God for this or that" - you know.
And, it just resonated for me that who
speaks for God and Nature can be so self-appointed. And who will we
listen to among those who claim to speak for God or Nature? Is it the
people who profess fear, hate and vengeance? Or, is it the people who
profess love, compassion and forgiveness?
So, that was my philosophical
musing on my run, and it kept me entertained for a while.
(This was written following a run on February 27, 2009 during a time I was dancing with the Community Choreography project for the performance Knock! Knock!, crossing the threshold of faith and home.)