road through trees

Hair like the trees. Hair like life. Hair like the bushes you stumble upon at night. Hair like the wind that blows you everywhere..wild, loud and without a care. Hair. In this day, it defines you. It can bind you to the standards of beauty set by the European, not only to confine you and blind you but this should remind you of the natural rarity and beauty that’s inside you. Hair. Hair shapely like the oceans and seas, windy like the roads through the trees; daring, limitless and wavy. Definitely careless, fearless, bold and direct. One minute cool and chill, wild, puffy and fluffy the next. Yes. My hair is kinky. Its coily. Yes. Sometimes it’s oily and it ignores me when I pin it, gel it, comb it, brush it, dye it..ultimately, deny it of being who it is and doing what it does. My hair is an interchangeable crown that cannot be cloned or created by even the highest of scholars. I wear my hair with pride and the understanding that I am great. I am the way. I am light…with hair like the trees blowing in the breeze that you and I breathe to sustain our life force energy. That’s me.

“ Can people, so comfortable to living unchallenged in the food chain, peacefully coexist with predators?”

J. Weston Phippen writes in Can Bears and Humans Coexist?:

It was 9:45 in the morning, high in the mountains of Flagstaff, Arizona, on a ranch road that runs alongside a dried-up lake named Dry Lake, when a bear wandered into town. The Arizona Game and Fish Department is responsible for managing wildlife, and sometimes that means killing them. For three hours last Friday, agents chased a black bear across roads, through thickets of pine trees, down hills, and over neighborhood fences. The bear was a male, three years old, and so considered an adult. A fatal category. Agents shot the bear with a tranquilizer near a busy highway, then they killed it.

It’s a precarious thing to live near the wild. Most people move to places like Flagstaff, known for its ponderosa pine forests and the red rock buttes to the south, precisely because of its proximity to nature––to be able to walk out the door and become lost in country that feels as raw as it did 200 years ago. But part of living so close to nature means living in wandering distance of animals that can kill, like mountain lions or black bears. After the agency killed the bear, it was not the town’s safety that concerned the most vocal residents. Instead, it started a conversation across the state that’s also come up recently in Los Angeles with a mountain lion named P-22, with wolves in rural Oregon and anywhere around Yellowstone National Park, and also with black bears in a gated community in central Florida. Can people, so comfortable to living unchallenged in the food chain, peacefully coexist with predators?

Read more about the tenuous relationship between bears and humans here.