We Are Children of the Pleistocene

I want to share another beautiful poem with you... I love it:


Whether it is clear to us or not we are a children of the Pleistocene
Our genes give us away
Nearly invariant over more than one hundred thousands years of deep time

We remain connected to nature in many fascinating and mysterious

Vision connects us with our universe 
Children playing
Star light
Sunrise and set

Natural sounds make us feel alive
Music of frogs at night flow of stream over pebbles on streamed
Swish of water on the beach 
Rustle of leaves from wind crunch of grass from foot steep
Howl of wolf
Scream of mountain lion
Shriek of hawk
Rattle of snake
Scratch of predator claw on rock

Quiet places comfort us deep valleys
Forest floor
Snow covered wild land
Silence of night

Smells awaken our senses
Wet forest soil following rain
Salty air kicked up by waves
Morning mist
Fresh barriers
Our loved ones
We are more at ease in nature than with the horn screech of tires and jackhammer

Fire provokes an image of contentment safety and community
We dance play instruments sing and tell stories about other tribes and predators perhaps another football team around a fire as we always have

Hike with a group during the day we spread out
At night hike we group together with flashlights on
We feel safer when closer together

We walk our property
Making territory with signs and acts

We seek romantic places such as meadows beaches or forests to be with our mate at intimate times

When we are not connected to nature we deprive ourselves and our children of our heritage and our souls suffer
We are children of the Pleistocene
Embrace our heritage and our souls sing


E.A. KELLER