The Moon Is Green

March 16, 2016, Prescott- I’ve had an affection for things Celtic, since long before things Celtic became trendy.  My half-English mother forbade the playing of Irish music in the house, but she’s come around to at least allow its play, on the music channels of her cable service.

My own affection for such is part of a lifelong connection with those who are close to the soil.  So, I feel bonds with the indigenous- not only my Penobscot ancestors on my paternal grandmother’s line, but all Native Americans, Inuits, Siberians, Hawaiians, Australian aboriginals and those whom I called, in my childhood ignorance, “the natives” (tribal Africans).

I associate Celts, ancient Teutons, Slavs and the nomadic peoples of the Eurasian steppe with the land, also.  It seems they ravaged one another, in wave after wave, and usually just as the one group was settling into sedentary life, there came the next horde.

That’s been the way of humanity, since we headed up, out of Africa, and wherever else we may have mastered the art of upright mobility, and spread across the continents.  We have so often looked to the other’s yard, for prosperity- or at least for a change of scene. Indigenous people had these conflicts, too, though when the Europeans came to these shores, with visions of commerce and gain, the American peoples were in the process of establishing a peaceful network of trade routes, from southeast Alaska and the taiga of Canada, to Tierra del Fuego, and so many points in between.  It is highly likely that there was trading between the Aleuts and the people of Japan; between the Greenland Inuit and the peoples of Scotland and Norway (even before Iceland was settled); and, possibly, between the seafaring people of what is now northeast Brazil and the kingdoms of western Africa.   Then, too, nobody could hold a candle to the masters of the ocean:  Those who went east, from the Malay Peninsula, and became the Micronesians and Polynesians, or west, and became the Malagasy.

We face, possibly in my lifetime, if not in my son’s, a decision about the proper use of the resources on our planet’s Moon, then those of at least the near planets of our solar system.  Green- the colour of many of our wardrobes, tomorrow, will continue to have different connotations to different people.  Mean green, or gentle green?  Commerce, at any cost, or careful stewardship?  It seems this has gone on, since Croesus minted his first coins, or even since the nations that pre-dated the Great Flood, if one believes in such things.

Where are you, in this debate?  (My Xangan friends, in particular, please know that I don’t take umbrage at contrary opinions, even if I get a little spirited once in a while.)  Express yourselves, and Erin Go Bragh!

10 thoughts on “The Moon Is Green

  1. As the relationship with our moon governs so much of life on Earth, I think the only wisdom is to leave it alone, save perhaps for very light settlement for the purposes of further exploration. Now who will listen? 😀

    Happy Green Day, wise and learned bruin!


  2. I agree that we should leave the moon alone except for possible exploration to satisfy our insatiable curiosity. Besides which, I don’t think green cheese tastes very good!


    • I feel about exploration of the Moon, the same way I feel about climbing the sacred Ship Rock, in New Mexico, or Uluru, in Australia’s Northern Territory: Better to look from below and leave it be.


  3. When I read about your Mother not wanting to hear any Celtic music because she was half English, just goes to show the theory, I have and that is the new Immigrants always carry within them the cause of the reason they had to escape their own countries.
    But for you since you were born here and have no experience in that, you think differently.


    • Mon was born in our hometown, but her Great-Grandmother was very, very Victorian English and passed the dim view of Celtic culture down to her descendants. I was, nonetheless, raised with a modicum of an open mind and was allowed to think for myself.


  4. Wow — it never would have occurred to me to climb Ship Rock, perhaps partly because of its sacred nature and partly because rock-climbing was not the popular sport when I saw it in the early 50’s, and it looked impossible to me then! I still would not attempt that climb, out of respect for those to whom it is sacred. I watched people climb Uluru in 2000, and later learned that there is similar concern there about climbing as disrespectful — again, I would not consider climbing that rock either, for much the same reasons. Interestingly, it had not occurred to me to extend those thoughts to the moon, though I would not at this point even consider living on the moon, or even travelling there — I’ll leave the exploration to others who both have the expertise to do it at all, and to those who can do so with respect to ALL cultures — we all consider the moon sacred to some level! Thank you for the thought provoking post!


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