No, twice in one year is not too many. Today marks the 150th anniversary of the President's delivery of one of the ultimate democratic statements in history, a statement that demands as much attention, as much defending, on this day as it did on that.

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

Abraham Lincoln
November 19, 1863

May, 2013

Dear Cub kids,

By the time you read this letter, my daughter will have graduated from high school! Julia is 18, and will begin attending university in late August. For a mom, this is very hard to believe… that day by day, month by month, year by year, the cherished newborn, baby, toddler, older child, and teenager, has grown to the very cusp of adulthood! What a wonderful, amazing journey, which has been delectably slow and astonishingly rapid at the same time.

Now, it is as if she is a fledgling bird, perched just at the edge of her nest, flapping her wings to strengthen them for flight. I am writing to you about her, and about the two of us, here in Cub because one of the strongest and deepest bonds between this fledgling and me is our passion for nature.

I began writing these letters to Cub kids way back in early 2000. Only a few short months after writing my first letter, my daughter, then 5-years-old, found a maple seedling in her playground sandbox at school. Since she and her pre-kindergarten classmates had studied seeds that year, her teacher encouraged her to bring the seed home, plant it, and watch what happened.

I remember the seed. It was the tiniest thing, just the beginning of a little germinating root, but it had a determined look about it. At home, I gave Julia some soil and a tiny pot. She named the tree-to-be, “Little Tree Grow Grow.”

Wow, did that tree grow. And grow. I wish I had kept track of how many different pots it had to be moved into, like a hermit crab outgrowing its shell! Luckily, we lived in an apartment with a terrace, and the tree was able to live a hardy, outdoor life, braving the elements and the seasons, until at 8-years-old, we knew for sure that this amazing being needed to live in the earth – no pot was going to be able to contain a tree clearly destined for greatness!

“Little Tree Grow Grow,” it turned out, was a silver maple, and the little seed Julia found all those years ago had been dropped by an enormous, old silver maple mom growing near the playground at Julia’s school, that children and teachers have tapped for maple syrup during each year’s spring thaw. She is a beloved old giant.

Well, it was time for the young giantess to go home to her mother! With the help of teachers and maintenance workers, we moved her, in her enormous pot, onto a small, flatbed truck for the short drive back to school. There, in a wonderful spring ceremony, a merry band of pre-K and kindergarten children helped to plant “Little Tree Grow Grow” in the ground just a hop, skip and a jump from the sandbox where the tiny seed had been found 8 years earlier, and almost within the shadow of her mother.

And now, five more years have passed. “Little Tree Grow Grow” is a towering 13-year-old beauty, and Julia is ready to fly! This year’s pre-K children have heard Julia’s story, and each day, they excitedly gather the seeds showering down from mother silver maple, and run around the playground planting them in every available corner.

Meanwhile, a few days before her graduation ceremony, my fledgling walked across campus from her high school to her primary school, to take photographs of “Little Tree Grow Grow” for a school field guide she has been working on. I have had a lot of fun being Julia’s assistant for this project, staying up into the night when Julia has been overloaded with other homework, helping her to finish all the final details of research on the many species of flora and fauna at her school.

At the back of the book, in photographs and words, is the story of “Little Tree Grow Grow.” It’s a natural history story, of two beings joined in care and love, a young girl and a tree, growing through the years together, becoming graceful and resilient, and ready for the wider world.

While Julia takes flight, her silver maple will stay rooted, for countless years to come, dropping its yellow autumn leaves on 5-year-olds, and always there to welcome home the one who raised her.

To children, to parents, to teachers, to the nature and nurture that sustain all of us, happy graduation!

Your friend,

Jen

For the Independence Day, 2013 just passed -- 

The Gettysburg Address

Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth upon this continent a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. [Applause]

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We are met to dedicate a portion of it as the final resting place of those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But in a larger sense we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it far above our power to add or detract. [Applause] The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. [Applause] It is for us, the living, rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work that they have thus far so nobly carried on. [Applause] It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us, -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to the cause for which they here gave the last full measure of devotion,--that we here highly resolve that the dead shall not have died in vain [Applause], that the nation shall, under God, have a new birth of freedom, and that the government of the people, by the people, and for the people, shall not perish from the earth. [Long continued applause.]

~ Abraham Lincoln, November 19, 1863

(The text above is the one Gary Wills (Lincoln at Gettysburg, The Words that Remade America, 1992), considers to be the closest to what Lincoln actually said (read) on November 19, 1863. The applause notations are from the trustworthy AP report of Joseph L. Gilbert, who was present and taking down Lincoln's words as he said them. Lincoln's three-minute speech reimagined the work of the founding fathers, and placed the Declaration of Independence, and its valuing of equality and freedom, above the Constitution as America's founding document.)

In memoriam.

The magnificent black rhinoceros, numbering some 70,000 in 1970, down to 2,500 in 1993.

A 50-million-year-old species decimated in two decades in a wholesale slaughter driven by demand for rhino horns in Asia. How can it be argued that Homo sapiens is not a blight upon the earth? It's too late to make amends to one of four subspecies of black rhino, the Western Black Rhinoceros (pictured above), which was driven to extinction in the first decade of the 21st century.

Please sign the new Avaaz petition to save the remaining exquisite rhinoceros.


(dedicated to Julia - JS)

Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be.

~ Abraham Lincoln

Let the beauty we love, be what we do. 

~ Rumi, Sufi poet