Well yes, there's a great deal to say about hunting isn't there?
In another time, in another place, I might get into it… the reasons we've made the choices that we have, what we think it will mean to our children's character, their outlook on their place in the world, the relationship to the food on their plate, their sense of time and place, but really… that would be a far too long post, and frankly I do so enjoy this happy little place of mine where we moms go about encouraging and inspiring each other. I'm not altogether sure I want to go all controversial.
Maybe that's a cop out, but I think really I'm just too weary to pick a fight. I love the busy, loud, crazy mess that is motherhood, but it wears me out. I come here for fun and to relax… to share and laugh a while with you, not to debate. It's not my style.
I will say this though about rushing to judgement… look to the beetle.
See, in between bouts of looking up for dove flying overhead, my men were also looking down, studying deer tracks, insects and, much to their delight finding a pile of bones.
They collected bits of this and that to bring home, and study more closely.
They scrawled and diagrammed in their nature journals.
They pored over field guides and tried to determine, just what mushroom this might be, and to whom those bones once belonged.
(a young deer, we think)
My men are truly and utterly fascinated with all creation and they understand (as far as a seven year old is able) the cyclical nature of their place in it. They get that lives are being lived out all around them and that those lives intersect in all kinds of ways. I think, for so many reasons, that their experience of hunting (in the gun-toting sense) and hunting (in the naturalist sense) are both lending so much to the men that they are becoming.
But back to that beetle…
Interestingly, in all their sorting and classifying, we came across the seed pod of a Mimosa tree.
In our reading we discovered that there is a certain little beetle that lays her eggs in a cut that she makes in the branch of the Mimosa. She then spends eight hours cutting a circle into the bark all the way around that branch.
In time, at just the right time actually, the branch will fall off.
So, her babies are high and protected early on, and then when the time is right, they are near the ground where they will feed and grow.
Brilliant little critter right? But poor tree, yes?
Come to find out, no. Mimosa trees with no beetles live to be about 20-30 years old. Those with the beetle can live to be centenarians! The beetle is not hurting, but actually HELPING the tree.
We had a good talk then, about things not always being as simple as they might seem, and how important it is to ask more questions, study more closely, learn more before you leap into action and wipe out all the "beetles" in your path.
Just think how much kinder the world would be if we all took that simple lesson to heart.
Have a wonderful weekend friends!