Turtle Planet: Compassion, Conservation, and the Fate of the Natural World (For Turtle Lovers and Readers of The Mad Monk Manifesto) - Tapa blanda

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Daoist Monk Yun Rou (formerly Arthur Rosenfeld) received his academic education at Yale, Cornell, and the University of California and was ordained a Daoist monk at the Chun Yang (Pure Yang) Taoist Temple in Guangzhou, China. Blending literature, biology, and medicine with an orthodox Daoist education, his writings and teachings propagate Daoist ideas and focus on personal cultivation, environmental conservation, and political and social justice.

From 2010 – 2013, he hosted the hit National Public Yelevision show Longevity Tai Chi with Arthur Rosenfeld. Yun Rou’s work has appeared in Vogue, Vanity Fair, Parade, Newsweek, The Wall Street Journal, WebMD, Fox Business News, and numerous other websites and newspapers. His 15 books have won many critical awards, including both a Gold and Silver 2018 Nautilus Book Award for Mad Monk Manifesto. His work The Cure for Gravity was a 2002 National Book Award finalist.

He began formal martial arts training in 1980, was named 2011 Tai Chi Master of The Year at the World Congress on Qigong and Traditional Chinese Medicine, and opened and closed the 2014 International Tai Chi Symposium in Louisville, Kentucky. In 2016, the American Heart Association profiled Yun Rou as an inspirational resource. He currently resides in Tucson, AZ.

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There is something quintessentially earthy about turtles. Perhaps it is that they are low and slow, although some can move quicker than we can; perhaps it is because they are generally silent, though some are quite vocal in love; perhaps it is because they are at once enduring and helpless, strong and weak, flighty and fierce, exploited but unknown. Perhaps it is that individually they live longer than we do and are therefore capable of perceiving the foolish foibles of each of our lives, though maybe it is more because, as a group, they arose before our own tree-shrew forebears, bore witness to the rise and fall of dinosaurs, and thus see our species in a geologic context we will never comprehend.

Turtles sometimes embody wisdom in literature, cartoons, television, and film; a wisdom born of both longevity and suffering. I look at them with both admiration and compassion, the first for their dogged, determined persistence, the second for their plight. Most folks don’t look to them at all. Rather, they unthinkingly destroy their habitats, eat them in soup, grind them into potions, drown them in fishing nets, and even purposely run them over on the road. It is the fact that most people will not even pause to dignify turtles with a glance that makes these denizens of Earth’s dark and unknown spaces such a perfect symbol of our dubious relationship with Nature.

Turtles entered my life when I was nine years old, and never left. I saw early on how a turtle in a pond or stream or river or sea could break water, take in what is going on above the surface, and then dive back down to a secret, unknown, but fundamental world that human beings would never know. I envied them that ability, which for humans requires discipline, devotion, effort, and qualified guidance through esoteric waters, but for turtles comes naturally and with neither stress nor strain. I became fascinated with them. They connected me to nature at a time when I lived in an apartment building in a concrete jungle whose only trees were planted in ordered rows and whose clouds were mostly punctured by the radio antennae on top of skyscrapers.

Some of the species of turtles I knew as a child growing up in a Manhattan apartment are now functionally extinct, and even those that persist are hardly common in the wild. At the time of this writing, turtles as a group are the most critically endangered of all vertebrates. Early on, I had no idea of the threat they were under and no sense of contributing to their demise by participating in a pet trade that mortally drained wild populations. I simply wanted to be with them, to feed them, change the dirty water in their tanks, and see them blink in evident pleasure at their renewed world, fresh, clean, and clear. I wanted to watch them chase crickets, devour earthworms, suck down fish by making a vacuum cleaner of their throats, scoot joyfully through the water, stick periscope-like noses up for a breath of air, then retreat again to hide under aquarium gravel. In tending to them, I partook in a respectful, natural exchange of energy with the panoply of nature’s other sentient beings. Now, after more than 50 years of working with individual turtles representing a third of Earth’s extant species, I’m stunned how many have been lost and how precarious is the position of the few that remain.