abstract humans.

On Thursday evening, I went to a mummy exhibit at the local science museum. There were Egyptian mummified cats, birds and fish, and people of many different ages, in various stages of wholeness. In one small glass box sat a Peruvian baby body, with perfect little toes, that is 6,500 years old. In another box, the delicately woven linen wrappings were removed from half of the head of an Egyptian man, revealing dark grey skin, dried taught over a delicate zygomatic arch and under dark golden crescents of hair.

I often think about how we view sentient humans versus human specimens, and how easily objectified the latter can be. The more dissected, the more abstract a body becomes, and the more comfortable it may be to approach or confront. One might feel more at ease holding a human bone than placing a hand on an intact dead body, but these things are the same. I wonder if there is a word for this sort of abstraction relative to (previously) living beings; I tend to look away from a whole fish at the grocery store -- one with eyes like marbles and a lazily open mouth -- but feel less perturbed upon seeing the grilled rectangular shape on a dinner plate.

Below is a quick sketch that I made while in a cadaver lab last year. Like the mummies, these bodies (about ten in all) were in different states of wholeness -- of beingness -- which I believe lead me to see these things differently.  I insist on remaining aware that each had a life: relationships with others, a range of likes and dislikes, a certain temperament. These ribs may have lived in the chest of a woman who loved the ocean and had three sisters. That heart in a glass case may be yours, one day.

 
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walks.

One of my favorite things in the world is woodland walking. I feel fortunate to live near a large park, where my bear cub and I can spend hours wandering down narrow dirt trails between rows of Douglas Firs. Sometimes we will feel entirely isolated, like I often do in the true wilderness of the Cascades or the Rocky Mountains, and other times there is human evidence in the form of altered nature or detritus: a few dandelions tied together, a footprint, a bottle cap. Yesterday we found a beautiful small bouquet laying in the grass; there was a wedding two days prior in that very spot, but it looked too fresh to have rested there since then. I picked it up and placed it in my companion's collar, and when I got home, redistributed it across three bud vases that I made on the potter's wheel one afternoon in April.

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We are the landscape.

Humans and the landscapes we encounter are inextricably linked; it is logical to view the natural world as a reflection of oneself. “Be humble, for you are made of earth. Be noble, for you are made of stars.” This popular Serbian proverb directs the reader’s attention to the relationship between living things and the environments that they emerge from. After all, human bodies and natural landscapes are composed of the same elements—nature and humans are not disparate manifestations of existence; we are, in fact, one singular entity, emerging from the same materials, and upon death, we become indistinguishable once again. Consequently, it is no surprise that natural elements are frequently used as metaphors for human experience, consciousness, and emotional states.

Oregon is a very green place.

Oregon is a very green place.