Update about blog

The Animas River, Durango Colorado, Oct. 23, 2026 after 3 days of rain. Then floods repeated Nov. 2 with one day of solid rain (3 inches in places).

Wednesday, November 4, 2026

A Worldview of Interconnection

 


Art Work by Khatija Possum, daughter of Michelle Possum Nungurrayi and granddaughter of Clifford Possum Tjapaltjarri (1937 – 2002), founder of the Modernist Movement and one of Australia’s most celebrated Aboriginal artists.


"The aim of [Indigenous] cultures is to let the whole world know that they too belong to the same family and to start caring for the land, for the environment, for the mountains and waterways and the trees and every other living thing on this earth as brothers and sisters and family members. That’s our greatest dream and desire, to see that happen.

We need to unite together and share our caring on a large scale. At the moment we are all doing it in isolation. So when we come together it brings the joy of unification to know that we are not alone. It brings great joy to us and must also bring joy to the land.
I think Mother Earth is expecting us to do that. She is waiting with open arms and she is saying, “Yes. I need your help. Come help me.” It’s all of us. No more passing the buck.
We all are responsible for our Mother Earth and we should not be shy and hold back from the caring. Accept it as a our personal responsibility and care. They are all our brothers and sisters. Let us accept that everything around us is our family and we are related. Let us accept that our caring must not only be in words but in action.
What have we got for our children? What are we leaving for our children? We are caretakers for what belongs to our children and their children and their children’s children.
That’s the way our people teach us when we are growing up. You are not owners of anything. Mother Earth owns you and you look after her just the same way that you would look after your Mother here because they also have given you lots of other relatives who are not human, but you are still responsible for their welfare and wellbeing.
That’s the good part about it. We are not alone. The whole purpose of our living is to relate well to every other thing as family. Once we do that everything will be made right."

~Uncle Bob Randall (1934 - 2015)
Australian Aboriginal Elder

published on FaceBook Oct 25, 2026 by Ecological Consciousness

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I am reminded of an article which Starhawk published...

A Worldview of Interconnection

"We need a sense of meaning and purpose, and many of us no longer have the societal framework that provides it.

Fortunately, there is such a worldview, and it’s both ancient and modern, rooted in ancestral and indigenous ways of knowing, and aligned with the latest discoveries in science. It calls us to a different way of seeing the world, not as an assembly of separate, isolated objects, but rather as a tapestry of relationships in which we are embedded.

This worldview is ancient because it is shared by many indigenous cultures. I’m always wary of saying ‘indigenous culture’ as if it were one thing, because there are thousands of different indigenous societies and they have a myriad of worldviews. Yet there is a common thread that runs through cultures of those who live deeply connected to land and place, and that is the understanding of our deep interconnectedness. We are in relationship with other human beings and with the whole of nature, and tending those relationships is a core task of what we are meant to do in life.

In the words of Aboriginal writer and teacher Tyson Yungaporta, “In Aboriginal worldviews, nothing exists outside of a relationship to something else. There are no isolated variables—every element must be considered in relation to the other elements and the context. Areas of knowledge are integrated, not separated. The relationship between the knower and other knowers, places, and senior knowledge keepers is paramount.” 

Or as Potawatomi botanist and writer Robin Wall Kimmerer says in Braiding Sweetgrass, “It was an architecture of relationships that I yearned to understand. I wanted to see the shimmering threads that hold it all together.” 

This understanding is also cutting-edge current—it infuses systems theory and all of its applications to other disciplines, from psychology to ecology. It forms the basis of quantum physics, where atoms and their component particles are no longer seen as tiny billiard-balls circulating, but as waves of probabilities. It underlies the architecture of the internet itself.

Yet science alone lacks the emotional component that makes a set of beliefs more than an intellectual exercise. There are also “the questions science doesn’t ask, not because they aren’t important, but because science as a way of knowing is too narrow for the task.” 

Kimmerer studied botany because she was fascinated by plants and thrilled by the beauty of the world, by the way goldenrod and asters bloom together in a meadow, making a carpet of purple and gold. “I wanted to know why we love the world, why the most ordinary scrap of meadow can rock us back on our heels in awe.”

When we truly understand the world as one fabric of interconnection, we are moved to love. Instead of a dogma telling us to believe in things we can’t see, a relational world-view inspires us to regard those things we can see with awe and reverence. A green leaf glows against a blue sky. What a miracle! Within it, tiny cells are doing alchemy, using sunlight to combine air and water and create sweet food. What a wonder, that in so doing they fill the air with oxygen, that very thing we need in order to ingest that food and turn it into the energy for growth and life! How incredible that two billion or more years ago, tiny bacteria figured out this magic at a time when new life was about to run out of food. Knowing that, can we doubt that the tapestry is woven of threads spun from some innate creative force?

...If we see ourselves as part of a unified whole, then the well-being of the whole must be our concern. We can no longer justify extracting and hoarding the lion’s share of benefits for ourselves or for a privileged few. We can no longer prize profit over the well-being of the environment. When we take, we must give back. What we extract, we must replenish. The world itself is a gift, and it is the generosity of sharing that gift, passing it on through ever more complex cycles, that makes the world go round."



Christopher Chase has an interesting way of looking at things over on Inner Workings.

Tuesday, November 3, 2026

Election Day 2026

 



Dr. Amy Acton is running for governor of Ohio. I wrote about her last month when she was threatened at a state fair.  She's been in national news due to the smear campaign by her opponent which has backfired on him.



My daughter-in-law, Michelle on right, has been a vote canvasser in Powell OH for months. She also went to Washington DC for a big conference for better gun laws with Moms Demand Action. Here she went to Cleveland OH to see candidate for governor, Dr. Amy Acton, President Barack Obama and U.S. Senator Sherrod Brown at a rally for Democrats in Ohio.







This was all gathered before any election was held, before any votes had been counted.

We will survive whatever the results may be.

We will see what happens next...tomorrow.

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Monday, November 2, 2026

Trivia

 


The Christmas/Thanksgiving and Easter cactus leaves...though I think they kind  of decide on their own when they want to bloom!



Interesting concepts of different foods to help the health of various organs of the body.




I love looking at maps. I didn't realize all these countries were formerly Yugoslavia!


Looking down on Durango downtown by Pappa Dukes. The train yard is in the foreground (with a museum) and on the mesa is Fort Lewis College. We are looking north from the top of Smelter Mountain. This is not my photo but it was taken within the last several weeks, as you can see the bright yellow fall foliage, but no flood on the river at that time.

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We live in a world in which we need to share responsibility. It's easy to say "It's not my child, not my community, not my world, not my problem." Then there are those who see the need and respond. I consider those people my heroes. 
-Fred Rogers, television host, songwriter, and author (1928-2003)

Sunday, November 1, 2026

Ancestors and those we love who've gone before

This post will share some of my dear loved ones. 

I celebrate my relationships with friends and family whose spirits are close to me. I remember them with love, laughter, and the enjoyment of our lives when we were together...and think how someday or another, I will be joining them.

I made two special school friends in the 1950s and later named them my PrinSisters when we shared emails as I moved through jobs and apartments from 2001 to 2018...Jinni and Rosemary. I'm sure they (spirits must be able to read) read everything I post if it's at all interesting. Prin refers to Principia, the school in St. Louis where we met.

Here's Jinni on the left, Rosie on the right, at one of our after school meetups in one apartment or another...high school or maybe still middle school.


Jinni had MS for years, and rode around in her scooter, but still found ways to have rituals for the holy days of Pagans. She lived till she was 70.


Rosie on left, her hubby George, then me, in 2007 when they helped me move into an apartment in Black Mountain NC. Rosemary is for remembrance, and I remember my dear friend often, how much of a trickster she was! She died of breast cancer when she was 77 in 2018.



My dear grandmother Mozelle (seated in the middle here among her sisters) has been gone since the year I graduated high school (1960). She died of breast cancer.

Great grandmother Eugenia Almeda Booth Miller, the mother of the 4 women above...and after whom I was named Barbara Booth!


Here's my mother on the right and my grandmother Ada, my father's mother. Two very strong women and Ada taught my mother about Christian Science.


My mother, Mataley


My father, George

Much love to my father, here with me and all of his grandchildren. My sister's son, Zach, the boy on the right in the red shirt, died as a young adult by suicide. I'm holding my youngest son, while my older two sons stand by me. My blond niece, Lisa is living somewhere in Europe. She and my 3 sons are all living.

My dad's dad, George Rogers Sr. He left this life the year I graduated from high school.


My father with his mother, Ada and his wife (my mother) Mataley.


My sister, Mary, mother of Lisa and Zach



Of course I also must include Panther and Muffin...

I had Panther from September, 2012 until June 23, 2018. I loved her free spirit, and her beautiful coat.



Muffin was born on my birthday on my front porch in St. Augustine FL, and I cared for her as we moved to Tampa then Black Mountain NC. I said goodbye to her in 2015.





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THOUSANDS OF CANDLES CAN BE LIGHTED FROM A SINGLE CANDLE, AND THE LIFE OF THE CANDLE WILL NOT BE SHORTENED. HAPPINESS NEVER DECREASES BY BEING SHARED.
THE BUDDHA
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When angels visit us, we do not hear the rustle of wings, 
nor feel the feathery touch...
...but we know their presence  by the love they create 
in our hearts.     

   Mary Baker Eddy
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A Prayer for the Dead


You have come to the end of this pathway
In a journey to which we bear witness.
You have come to the end of a pathway
That is barred with a gate and a door.
May this door open swiftly and silently.
May this gate give you a moment’s grace
In which to rest your spirit before you venture through.
We stand here with you, as your companions,
As your family, for you are beloved.
But, for now, we must remain here.
We can not go with you to this old land.
Not yet.
For you will see the Ancestors.
You will see the Beloved Dead.
You will walk among the Divine Beings
That guide and nurture us all.
You go to dwell in the lands
Of summer and of apples
where we dance
forever youthful, forever free.
We can hear the music in the mist
The drums that echo our sad hearts.
We can see your bright eyes and your smile.
And so we open the gate.
We push back the door.
We hold the gate open.
We glance through the doorway,
And with love and grief and wonder
We watch you walk through.
Hail the Traveler!
All those remembered in love, in honor,
Live on.
Farewell, o best loved,
O fairest,
Farewell

Thanks to H. Byron Ballard

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