Did you know that when you bring your own bags to our store, we donate ten cents to the @ncc_cnc nature conservancy of Canada, Manitoba chapter. We have some literature in store that will give you the good news of what wild places they are currently working to protect. If you feel overwhelmed and depressed hearing news of vicious storms caused by global warming, forest fires and other, human exacerbated disasters, make a donation to a conservancy based charity like the nature conservancy, @cpawsmb @naturemanitoba and other conservation organizations. They are doing grassroots work that protects wild places which in turn may help mitigate the effects of global warming and climate change. If you enjoy hiding from the crazy world in a yurt in a park or forest.....recognize that it's often conservation organizations that made sure you had that yurt in the forest to run to. Buying locally grown food is just one piece of the puzzle. We're all in this together.
My family left South Africa for Australia when I was 5, and almost every two years after that we made a pilgrimage back. We would spend a lot of time in Durban with my Grandma and Grandpa (although he died when I was only 9). I loved many things about my Grandma’s house, but quite possibly what I loved most was a painting she had hanging on the wall of her lounge. It was of an elephant bull standing underneath a huge Baobab tree - two wizened giants, survivors in an unforgiving land. I didn’t know where the elephant was supposed to be, but I could tell that it was somewhere properly wild. It was a place that I had never been, but somehow through the painting, I knew it and I would dream of that mystical wild place while sitting in my Gran’s lounge room.
The painting had been done with such perfect detail and care that I could feel the heat coming down from the sun and rising off the dry earth. I could hear the cicadas and the occasional snort as the elephant dusted himself. A few stray balls of elephant dung indicated that this wasn’t his first visit to the ancient Baobab.
The painting had real power and I never forgot the name of the painter, his neat signature completing the framed print. David Shepherd passed away today. I never knew him, but I reckon I know how he felt when he painted his elephants. And I know that his ability to convey his love for wild animals and wild places onto canvas had an enormous impact on a lot of people, as well as the animals and wilderness.
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It's taken a good couple years before I could do this pose...
And it's still super challenging for me.
Sometimes it happens, and most of the time it doesn't.
My body changes every day from feeling like a super ninja to a broken down heap of pain. But arriving on my mat every day and just doing what feels groovy gives me moments like this : "whoah did my body just do that!?" It gives me faith for this strange mysterious chronic pain of mine.