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Bella Coola: The Rainforest Brought Them Home von James, Earl D (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 01.07.2011
  • Verlag: Black Moon Press
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Bella Coola: The Rainforest Brought Them Home

From the British Columbia rainforest to the hills of Kentucky, the waters of the Rio Grande and the power centers of New York, Washington and Rome, Bella Coola: The Rainforest Brought Them Home probes the spiritual fault lines of our civilization in crisis. A clash between spirit and greed in the rainforest places the lives and loves of indigenous, Euro- and African-American protectors of the planet in jeopardy. With hearts torn between love for each other and love for the earth, Peter and Sarah, Bobby and Annetta, Anna and Ted, Randy and Aleysha, Moria and Norval struggle to control their destinies. Earl James is a writer living in Santa Fe, New Mexico.


    Format: ePUB
    Kopierschutz: AdobeDRM
    Seitenzahl: 321
    Erscheinungsdatum: 01.07.2011
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9780615501949
    Verlag: Black Moon Press
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Bella Coola: The Rainforest Brought Them Home


September 20, 1998

Morning rose silently around him. The booming glacier-melt falls, cascading forty feet from him, dreamed him to this place. Always thundering their power to destroy and their insistence upon infinity, they spoke now of retribution, of their own bleeding and of his burden.

It had not rained during the night, but the cold mist off the falls charged the air, and the sour smell of decaying cedar logs welcomed him back to the ancient rainforest. He lay still, awake and not awake under his green tarpaulin shelter as dawn filtered slowly through the mist to grant him one more day, one more day to search the earth's inner heart for some new wisdom, a wisdom to subsume all the fragmentary and inadequate wisdoms of the past, so that the hurt, the human-made gash across the face of the earth, could be healed.

He saw, in his own dream place, his nights and days of years past in this forest, this very refuge, where fears and ego needs clinging tightly to his inner spirit like glistening black barnacles on a seashore rock would fall away, where he could open himself to the timelessness of the forest, and to its pulse. But there was no refuge on this day, no safe haven in this remote rainforest called the Skowquiltz, for the Skowquiltz itself was now threatened with clear-cut logging.

In his waking dream, he heard Norval, his ally and mentor, speak to him. 'This is the big one, Peter, the one we can't lose. So get going. You need to be at the longhouse by dark.'

Pushing himself up to a sitting position, he steeled himself for the grim task of making battle plans with Norval, Roy and Duran, tribal members of Nuxalk Nation working to protect their ancestral lands and sacred sites in the British Columbia rainforest. Norval had dropped Peter off near the falls then turned the Zodiac up river to meet Roy and Duran at the longhouse they built on BC Provincial Government land last year.

"Re-inhabiting their ancestral lands, they called it," Peter remembered, "laying claim to what was once theirs, and what they now will fight to protect."

Hearing a sharp movement up the slope away from the falls, Peter sat still several minutes, listening for a confirming noise, perhaps a shuffling bear's grunt. When none came, he pushed his sleeping bag off his legs.

"And then there's Sarah," he said to himself, frowning and brushing his hair with his hands, "trying to lay claim to a future that she wants to be hers, or ours. But I can't let the Skowquiltz be cut, I just can't."

Grabbing his boots, he quickly rubbed a handful of pungent cedar needles inside them.

Then, as if he had heard another movement in the distance, he turned his head quickly to look behind him. Feeling like he had stepped out of his waking dream, out of the silent stream that was carrying him to the longhouse like a log in the river, he closed his eyes until he felt the stream again, felt that necessary force knock him down once more and sweep him toward the longhouse.

He opened his eyes, stood and surveyed the thick and heavy cedar, fir, and spruce boughs sheltering the land, felt his bare feet sink slowly into the deep green moss, and he knew once again the claim this forest had laid upon him.

Sarah put the phone down on the kitchen counter and checked her grocery list to make certain she had ordered everything.

"Brown germinated rice, sticky and good for chopsticks; apples, kale, carrots... Oh, the hell with it. I'll find out what I ordered when I go to pick it up."

She threw the list in the trash can and kicked the can sharply, sending the metal lid clanging around in circles on the floor. When it finally came to a stop, Sarah turned back toward the counter, looking for distraction from her anger.

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