Nature Shrieks, Again
Fire is shrieking again in California.
Edvard Munch titled this painting in German “Der Schrei der Natur,”
“The Scream of Nature.” In Norwegian he
called it “Skrik,” meaning “shriek,” a more pained and searing sound than what
we usually call “The Scream.”
The horrific fires burning this week in
Northern California bring back sad and scary memories for me of the Soberanes
wildfire that burned all last summer in my neighborhood and the Los Padres
Forest, 140,000 acres, at that time the most expensive wildfire in US
history. This week’s wine country fires could
also burn for months. Already there are far
more fatalities and structures destroyed.
Here’s a rewrite of my column
from last August, days after we had been finally allowed back into our house. We could see where the fire had been stopped just
a couple hundred yards away.
Nature Shrieks
A therapist neighbor says we are a community of
both relief and grief. Some of us are
home, cleaning up fire gel on the outside and smoke on the inside. But others are sifting through the blackened debris
of their houses and their lives.
Farther south, the fire still burns, and people
in Big Sur still wait and watch.
And listen. For the roar of fire.
It’s not just Edvard Munch who hears the
shrieks of nature.
The wise “Earth Bible” series offers six
“Ecojustice Principles.” One is the
Principle of Voice: “Earth is a subject capable of raising its Voice
in celebration and against injustice.”
Nature makes all kinds of noises. Deep calls to deep. All creation is groaning as in
childbirth.
But the noise I’m hearing from this fire and
seeing in this painting is a shriek of pain.
We humans treat nature as an object, not a subject. We stab the landscape with the destructive
forces of climate change, drought, overpopulation, a careless and cruel
attitude of ownership and objectification.
(I’m talking about you, hikers who started the fire, but we’ve all set
the dry stage for worldwide wildfires.)
This fire is a shriek of pain from the land.
Munch wrote about this painting,
“One evening I was walking along a path, the city was on one side and the fjord
below. I felt tired and ill. I stopped and looked out over the fjord—the sun
was setting, and the clouds turning blood red. I sensed a scream passing
through nature; it seemed to me that I heard the scream. I painted this
picture, painted the clouds as actual blood. The color shrieked. I stood there
trembling with anxiety – and I sensed an infinite scream passing through
nature.”
Nature is loud and has something to say. Sometimes the trees of the field clap their
hands in joy. But today to me she sounds
sad and mad.
I usually write in these weekly posts about the
ocean. It too can be noisy and
destructive, especially when amplified by climate “change.” Scientists
now call it “climate chaos,” instead of “warming” or even “change.” No denying the chaos of raging hurricanes and
ravaging fires. Nature’s voice is loud
these days, and she’s screaming at us, a cry of pain, a shriek.
On our Blue Theology retreats and service
projects we listen for the voice of the coasts and ocean, and we share how
people of faith are working to heal our blue home from climate chaos. Bluetheology.com. I post every Wednesday here and on Facebook.
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