I have been reading the pages of environmental author, poet, and mother Camille T. Dungey. In her book "Soil," she reflects on why there are no mothers in the environmental literature canon- authors who penned narratives that have ultimately shaped how we think about the relationship between humans and the environment. Authors that she notes have had the privilege to wander forests in solitude.
She writes, “Maybe I didn't see mothers in the canon of environmental literature because it has long been impossible for mothers to write narratives of a world where they can wander alone in the open, pausing long enough to let grasshoppers eat sugar from their hands. Maybe I don't see mothers in the canon of environmental literature because it's impossible for most mothers to create a world where they have nobody else to think of but themselves.”
When we think about narrative change and power, this work calls us to interrogate pervasive harmful narratives and ask whose voice is missing. I appreciate this quote because it helps us go even deeper than that. Existing narratives— in this case, on nature— have been defined by those with the time, privilege, and resources to do the defining. Their common experience and way of seeing is reified as universal truth. And we forget that it's actually just because they had the time to think and write.
A mother writing about her garden, which she steals moments to tend to while working and caring for her family, is as much an environmental expert and thinker as someone taking a sabbatical to wander in the woods. And have, in my mind, an even more urgent and realistic understanding of how we can cultivate a sustainable relationship between people and the planet.
This might be another way of saying we need lots of different stories to make space for multiple ways of being in and seeing the world. I hope this post offers you space for reflection for the narrative work you're working on. I highly recommend this book!
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