Religion and Ecology Project:
Ben and Mark's Tree Adventure
K. Mark Demma
I had been at a complete loss as what to do for the final project for the religion and ecology class and the sessions that we had to try to decide what we where going to do did not really seem to help much. In all the hectic running around these last few weeks, I think that getting into a spiritual frame of mind was the last thing on my mind. So it is interesting to note how I did not seem to actively seek the project as much as it found me. I want to unfold this story and the little adventure that it took me.
We had determined in our group that I was going to use the digital camera to take some photos of some of the areas of the college land in order to get a visual sense of what was being done by the college on these lands. My approach was very much one of "I have to get this project done" and I was not really thinking of spirituality or religion at all quite frankly, but rather seeing it as yet another task in my seemingly endless list of things that I needed to get done in the hectic end of the year rush.
Ben and I met at the appointed time and prepared to set
off to the wilds of Jones Mountain. Ben works on the natural resources crew
and it is his crews job to maintain the land that the college owns. On the
way to the mountain, Ben related to me that he as well was having a difficult
time relating spirituality to the project or his job on the natural resources
crew. [We now enter Mark's mind...] .o0 "Oh great, if Ben is having
trouble with this, then I really must be sunk. Oh well, we just need to
get this over with. Lets just get some pictures and then I can run off to
...." We got to the mountain and I asked Ben to point out something
interesting to shoot. [Marks mind...] .o0 "OK, lets this over with,
stop blabbering about the damn trees Ben, I just want to get this over with,
do you know how much stuff I have to do?" Ben started talking about
how they take care of the trees and here I was surrounded by all this natural
beauty and some how was oblivious to it all. But soon I found myself calming
down from the hectic frenzy that I had put myself into and was starting to
become effected by the surroundings and the natural beauty that was all around
me. I also actually started to listen to Ben. He was telling me about how
non native trees had been planted here and that they weren't all that good
for the habitat. Apparently, the local critters can't make use of these
exotic trees as well as they can the native ones. They chopped down the
exotics in a small patch and had burned them. It was not a pretty sight.
Everything around it was scorched, black and desolate. The pictures taken
of this area show this. What you cannot really see in the pictures are these
little teeny patches of green. If you get up real close with the camera,
there it is! A tiny little sapling! In all this bleak black desolation,
here were these little trees, and promise of new growth. This little voice,
that voice that had been drowned out in deadlines and rush rush rush started
to speak to me. I thought of this and how it related to my life. Here was
Ben, the one who claims to not see how this all can be spiritual, teaching
me something very spiritual and all I have to do is pay attention in order
to notice it. But what was it? We traveled further up the mountain and
he showed me areas that had been planted years before. These trees were
not too horrible big yet, and where bunched really close together. He told
me how they needed to be thinned out. We got further along and he showed
me where they had planned to make a new trail. He explained how this would
create a fire break and help safeguard against fire damage. There were trees
running down this new trail that had red ribbons tied around them, marking
them as the ones that were to be cut. True to my sometimes irreverent and
farcical personality, I started into this whole little child-like skit all
but myself in which the "angel of death" swooped down with the
diabolical "red ribbon of death". "No, no, not me!,"
said I, pretending to be one of the trees, "not the red ribbon of death!
Go away, I am too young to die!" To these trees, the crew members
do have the power of life and death. Maybe I made it into a joke because
the idea of death is hard for us to swallow, even if it is not us we are
talking about, but rather trees. Ben explained that some people had a problem
with them cutting down any trees at all, did not like to see the scorched
out ground after they had done this. He explained very matter of factly
When we came back down from the mountain, I was much calmer than I was when I went up, and I felt like I had taken back something with me. I took back a reminder to look at all of life in a more holistic manner and not be afraid to remove things if needed. I also took back an appreciation for the commitment and quiet spirituality that Ben had for the land that he looks after. He may not label it as "spirituality", but I could see clearly the deep connection that he had with the land and how he had learned from it to look at life in a different more holistic way. And I am glad that they are doing their work so that in the future, the forest will be there for others to learn from as well.