Over the last year, I have
been trying to shift my own story, in terms of climate change and the
environment, away from doom and gloom.
This process has worked to some degree, I have been able to muster more
hope for the future, but this process has been slightly rocky. It has been challenging
to consider such huge environmental problems, without occasionally slipping out
of the place of hope toward a darker mind space. Recently we have begun to explore the place
and purpose of despair in EECO 509.
During the conversation between
Renee and Elin, we, the audience, were able to listen in on a discussion which explored
the spectrum of Hope and Despair. In the
last year, I have felt despair, despair around the continued development of
micro hydro in remote natural areas, despair around the seemingly endless oil
spills, and despair around the juggernaut of consumer culture in North
America. In light of my aspiration to
approach environmental issues from a place of hope, these emotional responses I
was having, were quite disturbing.
Throughout Wednesday we explored the empowerment of hope through the acknowledgement
of despair.
Despair rests just under the
surface of the psyche, embedded in feeling of powerlessness and
meaninglessness. Expressing despair often leads to concomitant experience of
fear and anger. (Koger & Winter, 2010, p.89). Naturally, I don’t strive to feel these
strong feelings of despair or hopelessness, they had felt to be counterproductive
to deal with. Koger and Winter go on to
mention that by repressing these darker aspects of our psyche, we are draining
our energy (2010, p.89). Finally, they mention that “once the feeling is fully
experienced, the unconscious processes are interrupted and the full power of
the person is newly available (Koger & Winter, 2010, p.89). Though acknowledgement of the fully spectrum
of hope and despair and by moving though the challenging emotions, I am
continuing to develop my mature hope.
I think that the following
poem by Douglas Malloch provides a good analogy for the development of mature
hope.
Good Timber
The tree that never had to
fight
For sun and sky and air and
light,
But stood out in the open
plain
And always got its share of
rain,
Never became a forest king
But lived and died a scrubby
thing.
The man who never had to toil
To gain and farm his patch of
soil,
Who never had to win his
share
Of sun and sky and light and
air,
Never became a manly man
But lived and died as he
began.
Good timber does not grow
with ease:
The stronger wind, the
stronger trees;
The further sky, the greater
length;
The more the storm, the more
the strength.
By sun and cold, by rain and
snow,
In trees and men good timbers
grow.
Where thickest lies the
forest growth,
We find the patriarchs of
both.
And they hold counsel with
the stars
Whose broken branches show
the scars
Of many winds and much of
strife.
This is the common law of
life.
by Douglas Malloch
Koger, S. & Winter, D.
(2010). The Psychology of Environmental
Problems. Psychology Press. pp.
Malloch, D. (n.d.). Good Timber. Retrieved from http://holyjoe.org/poetry/malloch.htm
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