Poem of the Week: The Coming of Light by Mark Strand via Alison McGhee

Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.

A big thank you to Alison McGhee for curating these beautiful poems.
​For  more information on Mark Strand, please click here.

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ACTION: 35 Baby Elephants Captured To Be Sent to Chinese Zoos

706x410q70don-stealinganimals-subbedmPLEASE sign and share.We must all lend our voices in opposition to this terrible situation and we urge you to sign and share this petition: bit.ly/1yejWB1

Baby elephants abducted from the wild awaiting export to China.

The DSWT has been appalled to hear of the planned transfer of elephant calves and other wild caught animals, from Zimbabwe to Chinese zoos. Having worked for over 35 years in hand-rearing orphaned baby elephants in Kenya and rehabilitating them back into the wild when grown, we have a sound understanding on the physical and emotional needs of elephant calves.

Elephants need space to roam and young elephants, torn from their families, confined to captive environments with no prospect of a life back in the wild suffer severe stress affecting their physical and psychological development and often resulting in death.

As well as independently writing to the Minister of Environment and Natural Resources in Zimbabwe, the DSWT has joined the Asia for Animals Coalition in contacting Zimbabwean authorities to express our grave concerns and urging the government to refrain from the transportation of wild animals to China.

We must all lend our voices in opposition to this terrible situation and we urge you to sign and share this petition: bit.ly/1yejWB1

Read more about the situation at: http://www.dailymaverick.co.za/…/2014-12-03-unmasked-zimb…/…

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Christmas Giving: The David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust – The Orphan Project

Ashaka - a precious little girlOrphaned baby elephants are often the tragic by-product of the current elephant (and many other kinds of wildlife) poaching crisis taking place in Africa today or victims of human/wildlife conflict.The David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust based in Kenya has for the last 40 years rescued these babies and through love and dedication figured out how to raise them so they can be re-released into the wild to live the lives they are meant to live. Without their knowledge and expertise these orphans have no chance at life.

For a minimum of $50 you can foster an orphan for yourself or as a gift for someone else. This year we fostered many orphans as gifts to friends and family and have been recipients as well. Supporting the organization is one thing but spreading the word and telling the stories about these animals lives, their incredible emotional sophistication is essential to their survival as a species. They are like us but elephants.

The DSWT makes it easy to tell their stories because they share them via email and on social media ( please ‘like’ them on facebook). Every month I get an update on what is happening at the nursery and throughout the organization (vet services, anti-poaching) and this month I received an additional update on my new baby Ashaka. I am telling you this story so you can share it with others. If we keep sharing then the world will know what is happening to these incredible animals and perhaps together we can save them and others. You can go to the mall and buy a gift or you can make a difference.

Please be sure to read the story of Ashaka’s friendship:

Ashaka and Kamok are two little girls who have grown up in the Nursery together throughout this year and have formed a very special bond in that time.    Ashaka came while teething, which is never easy, but thankfully we got through that precarious period and she is now growing up, but not as fast as some.  Although older than Kauro she has definitely been overtaken in height.  She likes to be with the young orphans rather than the bigger ones as she is shy little girl in their company and prefers the company of the Keepers and the babies.   She is always glued to the sides of her friends Kamok, and Mbegu, along with Kauro.  She is selective with her Keepers too, preferring some more than others.  She prefers company all of the time, so is a demanding little elephant, and if her Keeper leaves her stable at night, even for a short moment, she complains instantly.  Ashaka has a naughty streak which is prompted by jealously mostly, and can be found bullying some of the other orphans – she does not like to share her Keepers.

Thank you so much for supporting our little Ashaka who was fortunate to be rescued from the mud and saved long after her herd had gone.  Raising Ashaka from infancy to this point, a year on, has been a very satisfying journey made possible thanks to the support of her foster parents.

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The Paris Wife: by Paula McLain- Book Review

9780345521309I love historic fiction. It’s as though the novelist takes a paint brush and carefully constructs the important details that  enables the reader to enter a living breathing world of that time. I had wanted to read Ernest Hemingway’s memoir A Moveable Feast but was given The Paris Wife as a birthday gift so I read it instead. The Paris Wife is the story of Ernest Hemingway’s marriage to  his first wife Hadley Richardson against the backdrop of Paris, Spain and Europe in the early twenties.

I have a soft spot for Paris and a fascination with the 1920s literary scene there that included Ezra Pound, Gertrude Stein, F, Scott Fitzgerald and of course the young Ernest Hemingway. All of these characters make an entrance in this book, showing them as real but crazy, drinking, wildly talented and driven people.

Having just finished a tour of the First World War battlegrounds and surrounding towns which felt both very real but also haunted, I felt like a Paris Wife gave life to a post war era, where the rules had changed and so had the people. Ernest Hemingway suffers from trauma and depression (although his entire family suffered from depression) but it was clear the war had taken its toll on him. And Paris felt like a city that someone had just popped the top of a champagne bottle off of. It had energy, beauty and no rules.

This is the city that Ernest (at 21) and his first wife Hadley  who was 8 years his senior, escaped to live in. He could earn a living as a journalist, surround himself with the literary inspirations of the time and write.This was the city that inspired him as a writer and a husband. A city where they tried their damn-dest to do that thing called ‘monogamy’, where they were admired as the ‘solid’ couple, the couple who would survive the craziness of the times – the drinking, parties, jealousies and infidelities.

And in spite of their immense love for each other and Hadley’s steady, down to earth nature, which he loved and adored, they lost their battle. Maybe it was the partying, his youth, ego, ambition or maybe it was a predatory girlfriend who stole her husband right in front of her eyes. Or maybe in the end he couldn’t forgive her losing all his manuscripts, his heart, his life.

In their last conversation before he died he asked her what went wrong…we loved each other too much he said, I ruined everything, he said. I would rather have not lived at all then not have ever loved Hadley, he said. And sometimes there’s no explanation for losing sight of the people we cherish most, who steer us straight, anchor our hearts in love and purpose.

I loved this book. Loved their love, loved the backdrop of Paris, and Europe and the times.

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Poem of the Week: Last Night I Had a Dream – via Alison McGhee

Last Night I Had a Dream
– Antonio Machado (translated by Alan Trueblood)

Last night I had a dream–
a blessed illusion it was–
I dreamt of a fountain flowing
deep down in my heart.
Water, by what hidden channels
have you come, tell me, to me,
welling up with new life
I never tasted before?

Last night I had a dream–
a blessed illusion it was–
I dreamt of a hive at work
deep down in my heart.
Within were the golden bees
straining out the bitter past
to make sweet-tasting honey,
and white honeycomb.

Last night I had a dream–
a blessed illusion it was–
I dreamt of a hot sun shining
deep down in my heart.
The heat was in the scorching
as from a fiery hearth;
the sun in the light it shed
and the tears it brought to the eyes.

Last night I had a dream–
a blessed illusion it was–
I dreamed it was God I’d found
deep down in my heart.

A big thank you to Alison McGhee for generously curating these beautiful poems.

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Tusky Business – Jon Stewart

The findings of last week’s EIA report Vanishing Point, into the illegal ivory trade between Tanzania and China, have made it onto the popular US new satire The Daily Show With Jon Stewart …

WARNING – clip contains references of a sexual nature.

You can read and download Vanishing Point, in English and Swahili, at http://eia-international.org/vanishing-point-criminality-co… #‎ivory‬ ‪#‎elephants‬ ‪#‎Tanzania‬ ‪#‎China‬ ‪#‎JonStewart‬

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Minutiae #7: Yari

UnknownI remember him as a child quite well. White blonde hair, small, determined young boy. He and his brother joined the skating club years ago. Yari took to skating differently than his brother. He was serious and focused and train-able as people like to say. His brother skated but not in the same way. And soon Yari rose through the ranks, competing, growing, focussing and then I blinked and he was off to Calgary to train. And in the summers he would come back to the club and run our dry land sessions. Even then he was tough and serious even though we were a rag tag group of skaters of all ages, including my partner who was well into her 70’s at that point. He ran dry land like we were real skaters.

And one summer he brought a girl who would become his wife. And she and I would hang around the back laughing and talking, and Yari would look up and smile and then tell us to get down and do our endless low walks across the grassy field under the hot summer sun. And while it was clear that I wasn’t going anywhere with my skating he always had the time of day for me. And sometimes he would say something that was just plain funny. And spot on. And that’s when you could see the funny guy behind the focused young man.

I remember he came back for a few seasons to coach and I always wanted to do better because in spite of my lack of natural ability and the numerous fears that held me back, he still gave me his all. But it wasn’t just me he gave his all to, it was everyone. He gave everyone his all.

I saw him this March at the BC Championships. He was the referee. We said a quick hello because he was busy. I heard that he and his wife had gone their separate ways. That he had become a lawyer and that he lived in Calgary. That he had spent a few difficult years but he was happy now.  I heard he had fallen in love with a woman and a little boy. That they were the centre of his universe and that he was a devoted step-father to this little boy. And I imagine Yari in all his generosity and kindness and capacity to give, being an amazing person to the little boy in his life. I heard that they were the apple of his eye and that they were to be married in July this year. I had heard that as a lawyer when things got tough he would lighten things up by wearing colourful socks or ties or jackets and that he had picked a spectacular jacket for his wedding.

And then I heard that one week before his wedding he suffered a terrible headache. It was blinding and relentless and like nothing he had felt before even though he was familiar with migraines. So he brought his little boy to his neighbour’s house and called an ambulance.

One day this summer the phone rang. It was my best friend  who had called to say she had something to tell me and that she wanted me to hear it from her and then she told me that Yari had passed away. And it shook me to my core. It shook me. Not because I knew him so well. I didn’t at all. He was a ship passing by in my life. I cried because he had given me something. I cried because he was so young – 37. I cried because his wedding, the happiest day of his life in the end became a celebration of the passing of his life. I cried because I didn’t know how to grieve for someone that wasn’t my immediate family but who had touched my life with his generosity and his passion for a crazy sport. A sport he believed in passionately, a sport he gave so generously of his time to. A sport that he helped young people and old people  and all kinds of people in between, excel in, taking each of us as seriously as though he were training us for the Canadian national team. He made me reach higher – try harder. Speed skating, a sport that gave me confidence when I had none. An ounce of the confidence that this sport has given me in life belongs to Yari who helped me get there.

I have only known three people in my life who left far too young. Sometimes when I’m out walking I say their names out loud – Lori Brown, Scott Wilson. I blow their names out to the wind hoping that those lives will be scattered to the earth, carried by the wind, embedded in the dirt, carried away to beautiful places. I say those names to confirm that they were indeed here. I say their names as an act of remembrance so I never forget. And now when I walk I say Yari’s name in the hope that a young person who left us far too early and who gave so many, so much, will always be remembered and embraced. Yari.

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Chinese President’s Delegation Tied to Illegal Ivory Purchases During Africa Visit

Hi everyone,

Things have been a little quiet after the march but there’s still lots going on. As a relative newcomer to advocacy  I am beginning to realize that advocating for “species at risk” is a marathon not a sprint. I just hope there is enough time to stop the eradication of elephants, lions, tigers, rhinos, apes, pangolins etc..(and I don’t use “etc” lightly here but the list does go on and on and on.)

The one thing I’ve learned is that we’re all too blame. This isn’t a case of this being someone else’s problem. This is our problem. Each one of us, every country around the globe allows the mass extinction of species by either not speaking up or being actively complicit.

IVORY-tmagArticleIn the case of China it’s all those things and more. Growth of the Chinese middle class fueled by one of the world’s strongest economies has increased the cultural taste for ivory. Some people believe (apparently) that many Chinese believe that tusks simply fall off elephants or are only taken from elephants who have died naturally. Even Hallmark was recently promoting ivory as a 14th anniversary wedding gift until public reaction and advocates obligated them to take it down and re-write their catalogue. I want to believe that we live in a day and age where gross public misinformation isn’t possible but in the case of China, a closed society in many ways, it is possible. And of course, it’s not just China – it’s the communities that allow their wildlife to be bought and shot and killed. Poverty, lack of education, greed, transit countries, laws that aren’t enforced and those of us who stand idly by,  are all co-conspirators in the death or shall we say the murder of wildlife.

I’m sharing this article published in the New York Times. Global March for Elephant organizers will be organizing protests all the over world in front of Chinese consulates. They might be in it for the long game but so are we. As long as the long game doesn’t mean that no elephant is left standing because of the greedy need for ivory – ivory a word I hate using because of course, a tusk is what belongs to an elephant – ivory is the human objectification of that animal’s tusk.

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Chinese President’s Delegation Tied to Illegal Ivory Purchases During Africa Visit

BEIJING — When President Xi Jinping of China and his entourage of government officials and business leaders arrived in Tanzania in March 2013, it was to officially promote economic ties between the two countries.

But according to a report by the Environmental Investigation Agency, a nongovernmental organization based in London, members of the Chinese delegation used Mr. Xi’s visit as an opportunity to procure so much illegal ivory that local prices doubled to about $318 a pound. Two weeks before Mr. Xi arrived, Chinese buyers purchased thousands of pounds of poached tusks, which were “later sent to China in diplomatic bags on the presidential plane,” said the report, which was released on Wednesday.

The Chinese government has been trying to prove itself a responsible state actor that is serious about abolishing corruption and abiding by international law. But the report, “Vanishing Point: Criminality, Corruption and the Devastation of Tanzania’s Elephants,” details Chinese diplomats and military personnel colluding with Tanzanian officials and Chinese crime syndicates to send illegal ivory to China, decimating Tanzania’s elephant population in the process. Read more here.

We all need China to stop this. They have to stop or we’ll lose one of the world’s greatest keystone species – a species that has roamed this planet for millions of years. I don’t want to be the generation that allows this to happen. Because it will happen with elephants and every other animal and species until there’s nothing left. Please share share share.

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Poem of the Week: Don’t You Wonder Sometimes? by Tracy K. Smith via Alison McGhee

Don’t You Wonder, Sometimes?
– Tracy K. Smith

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After dark, stars glisten like ice, and the distance they span
Hides something elemental. Not God, exactly. More like
Some thin-hipped glittering Bowie-being—a Starman
Or cosmic ace hovering, swaying, aching to make us see.
And what would we do, you and I, if we could know for sure

That someone was there squinting through the dust,
Saying nothing is lost, that everything lives on waiting only
To be wanted back badly enough? Would you go then,
Even for a few nights, into that other life where you
And that first she loved, blind to the future once, and happy?

Would I put on my coat and return to the kitchen where my
Mother and father sit waiting, dinner keeping warm on the stove?
Bowie will never die. Nothing will come for him in his sleep
Or charging through his veins. And he’ll never grow old,
Just like the woman you lost, who will always be dark-haired

And flush-faced, running toward an electronic screen
That clocks the minutes, the miles left to go. Just like the life
In which I’m forever a child looking out my window at the night sky
Thinking one day I’ll touch the world with bare hands
Even if it burns.


For more information on Tracy K. Smith, please click here: http://www.nytimes.com/roomfordebate/2014/07/18/does-poetry-matter/wipe-that-smirk-off-your-poem


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Poem of the Week: When You Are Old – William Butler Yeats – via Alison McGhee

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

A big thank you to Alison for curating these poems.

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