PLASTIC
It has us in its Clings Wraps and in its covers. In its soft bold, ubiquitous presence, it holds carries, ties ends, and it Stays. It stays Everywhere In homes On roads In land and in the ocean It streams In fish In vegetables And in us. Plastic Sticks its reminder if we cannot cure (Our dependence on plastic) We should prepare ourselves for accelerated Strangulation One day at a time. Life below water Life above land Life everywhere On the blue floating dot, All at stake Unless we change. Refuse plastic Single double whatever, Seek alternatives Innovate (we are smart, aren’t we?) because we care, Don’t we? ———-------------- Neeraja
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Hope and Resilience
- a poem for my farmer uncle Bare hands and feet work the ground, season in season out and like now in seasons out of bounds. Hands, feet and soul feel earths call a call to caution of times to come. He tells me of times when the earth frolicked like a young thing unbound she was happy she was nurtured her laughter spoke in the seeds and fields of coriander peanuts, coconuts on the yonder. Swaying fields of crops aroma in summer air memories of another day. Days that stay in memory reminding me of work still to be done. A promise to keep for those bare hands and feet working the ground trying to understand why the earth is changing her mind her wind, her rain leaving the soil and people waiting in vain. Get to work he says my farmer uncle, even as he is laid to rest in the bosom of his mother he lies to rest. His tired hands feet and soul now free of the wait for rains, sun and steady winds his constant companions to tend the seeds he saved. I promise you my farmer uncle I will work till its my time to rest do my best to gather my community around the stories of hands, feet and soul that work with earth, water and seeds, Remind people he says the earth, water and seeds, belong to all, they are ours to nurture, ours to care ours to stand up for and save. Climate change is a reminder he says of corporate plans gone awry. Climate hope he says, this farmer uncle resting himself with fellow microbes as I write, Climate hope is the seeds we save the seeds we nurture the seeds we share seeds bring us together to the table to celebrate natures nourishing blessings gently reminding we are only passengers on this ride we call life, a reminder to care when you can for the train that offers such a wonderful ride. This poem was inspired by students and people I met while teaching the Model United Nations Camp through Saturday Academy in Summer 2017. The experience left me with hope for our collective future, on the many avenues we have to understand and use water as a limited resource. Here is the poem.
Water Diplomacy On the Willamette bouncing stones bonding over food and talks of summer, storms smart fund sites pollution recreation and conservation. At Bull Run the grand Old Growth forests, 'natures infrastructures' in their silent majesty, taught us of ecosystem payments we don't account, in busy bustling lives, Of water use efficiency energy from dams, of salmons and salmon runs. it is never zero impact. We learnt of of intergovernmental networking bringing water to communities to you and to me, of compromises made of shared responsibilities to have fresh cool water at the opening of a tap. We are 'privileged by what people before us have done' Briggy said, a gentle reminder for future stewards at the Bull Run. Another visit, another day Waste not, we learned through the stench and near barfs our students held, appreciating the work that keeps rivers turning into waste, instead, turing waste as fuel of the future. We travelled by bus in Portland, and on maps and minds to parts of US and Canada, to countries in Asia, Europe, Africa South America understanding water is without boundaries but is, contained in treaties agreements and understandings between people communities counties countries and regions. We learnt water is more than 70% us humans, it is our culture our language our food our music our dance our economy our ways of lives. It contains and nurtures all, this colorless odorless usually tasteless three atom gift of nature. We learnt of dams and control, of biodiversity loss loss of many lifetimes of knowledge, Of shaken threatened thriving economies, Of corporate social responsibility of political geographical interests conflicts and compromises. Students I believe are great teachers, for their enthusiastic open minds to learn, their debates a reflection of bright minds, of their negotiating skills their diplomacy, their passion for nature nurture and sense of fairness, for sustainable economies sustaining cultures and communities, with mindful growth. I could not ask more from our MUNers, only for more time for our learning journey together. Diversity, equality, inclusion
embrace in their circle reminders of power, structure distance, absences and more, with no name, no words to describe feelings that get carried over, sometimes, over and over, over lifetimes over generations. We are what we have seen, heard and experienced, what we have let go, held on, grown out of, and what remains. Each of us a masterpiece of timeless and timed evolution of moments of a lifetime. What defines me? how I spell color or colour my skin that doesn’t change the many languages that shape my thought? My empathy, my accent, my gender, my food, clothes, job, roles culture, habits, habitats? What do I bring to the circle, to the table to my cohort, colleagues and community, in different countries, counties, mapped and unmapped, to diverse cultures, languages topographies and more variations than I can list? To my collective, I offer my lifetime, my circle has ‘me’, an amalgamation of memories of countries, counties, languages, cultures food, love, laughter, that nurture me, tears and hopes that remind me to find meaning empathy, connections and a purpose for this ephemeral life. I share this ’self’ with my circle, I hope my vulnerabilities my strengths are viewed a such, that it will open others to start our journey on a common ground of sharing what makes us, us. From this common ground we start our conversations start our culture, inoculated with moments of lifetimes of experiences and empathy. In these shared lessons we grow together being symbionts creating pathways for co-operation, networking to thrive, together. Lets empathise collect and connect views of diversity, equity and inclusion, be pleasantly surprised at the common values we hold dear, and work together culturing diversity equality inclusion for our collective future together. -By Neeraja Havaligi Why are you here?
people ask me why did you leave your birth land and adopt another. I heard, I tell them, about America to be a place where hard work discipline sincerity creativity passion to explore possibilities, only those things mattered for success. Why would America be titled a 'land of possibilities’? I worked hard for the vision I had for a verdant blue watered world that nurtured all. On the way, I learnt of brutal history and inequalities, I also learnt of a culture of volunteering, of rooting for your community, of sticking out and speaking up for equality, and justice. In time some lessons got harder the pain got deeper the news got darker, peaking with rallying cry to ‘make America great again’ Venting outlet for some, bewildering for many America was already great they said, for here evolved Emancipation Proclamation and more, proof of leadership standing up for justice equality and equal rights for all. And yet, we just walked out of a climate deal like we belong in another planet, we walked out of a partnership with195 countries striving to reach global goals of responsible living with justice, equality for all. We just said we don’t care for you your climate your raising water your energy woes your crops your farmers your people, as if our climate our raising waters our energy woes our crops our people were on another planet. Hope still lives and thrives in this vast land, in formal and informal leaders private, public and non-profits taking reins of leadership working harder on a steeper climb, for people here and everywhere, because climate my friend is without boarders, Pittsburg or Paris it pervades all. Climate knows only one Earth, its many species, treats all the same, with water, air and land, with high winds, high waters droughts, fires, floods, power outages and more.. Strife, war and famine are no hoax, climate reminds, in realtime we are in this together. All pervading climate is a leader by example, calling on human ingenuity, curiosity and leadership that holds hands lifts up and moves together. Leadership, like Climate, is a collective force, calling for collective good, so we can thrive together. -By Neeraja, June 01, 2017. Portland. This is inspired by my neighbour aunty, Sujatha back in my home town in India. She is still our neighbour, still our other mother/our aunty/our inspiration to laugh, live and let live.
----------- 145, the other home. By Neeraja Havaligi. Memories of many days Months and years Pass my fingers As I think of you Aunty. The smile reaching your eyes The ears always willing listeners The eyes, enormous pools of humor and wisdom The hands that pampered us With pachadies, pulusus and more, The feet that walked for us The heart that holds us close With love only you seem to have in abundance for all. Thank you for being Part of my life As I grew On 6th, between 141 and 145 Knowing that I always have you Standing tall and proud Of all I accomplished in my life. Thank you for trusting my strength in myself And trusting the wide world of goodness To care for me Far away from 6th. It is trust that defines you Trust that life is good And it will get better If we laugh, let go and live, Like you do. Driving up on the coast from California toward Oregon earlier this year, I was awarded with some stunning visuals of the Oregon coast and blown away with the numerous possibilities for learning here. The landscape has it all. Coastal redwoods, rocky volcanic formations jutting out into the beaches, curved into arched rocks, haystacks, sea stacks and whatever else we can name them. This coastline is a photographers dreamscape and a biologists playstation all the way with opportunities to watch intriguing intertidal species and others such as the seals, whales, surfers, whipped up trees and more.
Cannon Beach is known for its Haystack rock, a 235 foot monolith, home to intertidal species such as limpets, sea slugs, chitons, crabs , sea anemone, starfish and teeming other species, reflecting biodiversity. This intertidal area is designated as a Marine garden - there are 7 in Oregon. Here are some resources that will help you plan ahead for your exploration. Check Haystack Rock Awareness Program for details on programs you can be part of throughout the year. There is a ample information on summer opportunities for children of all ages, for teachers planning field trips, to know schedule of beach programs, tide timings and more. HRAP beach programs have trained staff and volunteers working as shore interpreters and educators. The beach program also has bird stations with spotting scopes, educational brochures that open the mind to infinite life possibilities in nooks and corners, wide open oceans and jutting rocks that mark this beach. Bird watching can be rewarding from Spring through Summer. Enthusiasts spot Western Gulls, Tufted Puffins, Pelagic Cormorants, Pigeon Guillemots, Black Oystercatchers, Surf Scoter, Bald eagle and more. In the midst of being in a place with 'water, water everywhere', is also a place to learn about its watersheds and how we can play our part in this watershed to support its health and well-being. Haystack Rock, the unique monolith with its sisters have more stories to tell of their origins (like why do we see more of these interesting rock features along the Oregon coastline and not in California's coastline), of their historical connections with native Americans (of the Tillamook tribe) and later with explorers from different parts of the world that came to live here, making this scenic part of the west their home. Explore, ask questions (why the does the sea end here by the monolith, and not else where?, why don't we see those starfish in numbers as in the past, and more) and while doing all that, learn to be still to watch the streaming biodiversity in those intertidal pools and beyond, reaffirm life's processes. Cities are primarily seen as spaces where human population is congregated. But amidst all the human life and chaos that comes to city life, cities are known to harbor biological diversity and hence offer opportunities to learn from human interactions within ecosystems. Cities are home to lessons in resilience of species, both human and other. These lessons define human needs and wants, and show by example human capacity to redefine, recalibrate, reinvent both the needs and the wants.
In the blog titled "Funding cities for conservation and climate change' posted on Conservation Finance Alliance, my effort is to make a case to channelize biodiversity and climate change funding to cities to conserve biodiversity and engage communities for climate resilience. If blog link does not work, check the pdf here. |