I've just been reading a marvellous book by Tom Fort, fishing correspondent for the British Financial Times (the Financial Times has a fishing correspondent? I hear you ask) called The Book of Eels. I've always been aware of eels. One of my early Australian memories is going with my family and some neighbours for a swim and picnic on the Logan River. Us kids (I must have been about eight) were terrified to discover there was a large eel in the swimming hole, so our neighbour stuck a bit of sausage on the end of his fishing line and five minutes later the eel was writhing furiously in a bucket. Later attempts at eel capture were less successful. My mates and I used to play down at Stable Swamp Creek behind the Sunnybank train station. Once during the wet season when the creek was bulging with recent rains we saw a huge eel. We were convinced it was four feet long. They can actually grow thi...
"Maybe in this day and age, love thy neighbor should also be love thy nature. After all we are all neighbors to nature; we live in a grand neighborhood called the biosphere, the realm of life on earth, and we depend on it. We are it and it is us, from our gut biome to what we eat, drink, and breathe. Love in this case should manifest as active care." Rebecca Solnit