Somewhere on my mountain lies the boundary between Facinas and Tarifa.
This is not something that exercises the sensibilities of the lynx or the eagle. They must surely laugh at such follies.
Sitting on this warm rock, I can see ‘Africa” and ‘Europe” I see two oceans and sense the eight winds that meet here in this place.
For me, nature has not only blurred the lines between organisms, but increasingly it erases the geography too.
There is simply the all encompassing wildness where natural relationships unite the parts.
As ever David Abram finds the right words:
“If I say that I live in the “United States” or in “Canada,” in “British Colombia” or in “New Mexico,” I situate myself within a purely human set of coordinates. I say little or nothing about the earthly place that I inhabit, but simply establish my temporary location within a shifting matrix of political, economic, and civilizational forces struggling to maintain themselves, today, largely at the expense of the animate earth. The great danger is that I, and many other good persons, may come to believe that our breathing bodies really inhabit these abstractions, and that we will lend our lives more to consolidating, defending, or bewailing the fate of these ephemeral entities than to nurturing and defending the actual places that physically sustain us.”
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Photo: Africa from the mountain. Courtesy of the author.