Why Forests Matter
For several years now, I’ve been asked to do a presentation on winter tree identification for the local chapter of Tree Stewards. It’s an honor to be in the company of a roomful of people who are actually paying to learn more about trees in order to volunteer their time in planting and caring for them. The very name is a pleasure--Tree Stewards--because stewardship captures so clearly the idea of responsibility detached from ownership. We are responsible for many things we have no title or claim to. Unfortunately, we have entered an era where the fence of personal possession too often serves as the boundary for responsibility.
But the idea of stewardship also pleases me because it gives me a chance to point out ways that trees—these tall, stately, benign beings that surround us—themselves act as stewards of the world. They care for it—and for us—in ways so sweeping, so numerous, and so profound that we can hardly grasp the depth and breadth of their responsibility for our well-being.
That is my perspective. But in this chapter I’ll be talking about a wide range of reasons forests matter to people. Forests matter to many people for reasons that I don’t personally subscribe to, but this discussion would be incomplete without them. I’ll begin by switching metaphors, from a steward’s role to one even more responsible, and more intimate: a mother. My mother. Our mother.
Why forests matter: Relationships and our natural context
Why did my mother matter?
We could say she produced a range of products—a daily stream of cooked, canned, and baked goods. Clothes she made on her sewing machine. Halloween costumes she whipped together. Slippers and sweaters she crocheted. Games she fashioned out of things like bottle caps and clothespins.
And the services she rendered? Seemingly without end. Cleaning house, cooking meals, washing windows, mopping floors, scouring the sink, doing the laundry, hanging clothes out to dry, ironing, bathing us when we were small, changing diapers, wiping our bottoms, removing splinters, nursing us when we were sick, reading stories, teaching us songs and counting and the alphabet, helping with homework, comforting, encouraging, buying gifts, celebrating birthdays and holidays, visiting relatives, and on and on.
Like forest services, none of these had any cash value attached; they were simply what mothers did.
But as critical as those products and services were, they were among the least important reasons my mother mattered.
She mattered because she knew me before I knew myself, and loved me before I emerged to blink my eyes at this Earth. She mattered because she was genetically and historically my link to people who came before me, those who have surrounded me, and those who will follow after. She mattered because I could neither have come into being nor survived without her; I was utterly dependent on her milk, her attention, her feeding, her shelter, her warmth, her protection. She mattered because our bonding gave me calmness and security, and a deep foundation for my development. She mattered because our love was a two-way process, affecting how I see myself and how I have related to others for the remainder of my life. She mattered because of her beauty, her voice, her teaching, her stories, her example. Like the rest of us, she was far from perfect, but the things that mattered most about her were irreplaceable.
So, I am suggesting, forests—and nature in general—have a comparable role in our lives. Like our mothers, the natural world existed before we did, and greets us at our birth. It too knew us before we knew ourselves; forests have been home to humans dating back as far as our Homo genus can be traced--2.5 million years--and beyond that to Australopithecines and their predecessors. And for all our near-worship of “self-made” men, we are as utterly dependent on forests as an infant is upon its mother. We depend upon them for the oxygen in every breath we take, the fruit that we eat, the shade in which we take our rest, the purity of the water that we drink, the books that nourish our minds, the homes that shelter us, the furnishings of our lives.
If we don’t know why forests matter at this point, what do we know?
To say that a mother or a forest matters because we are loved and love in return is not a tautology. It is to refer something from one level of relationship to a higher, entirely different plane. Seeing nature as the mothering force for us all reinforces the perception that we are siblings--all right, maybe distant cousins--with all other living things--the oaks and the pines and the ashes, as well as the sparrows and spiders and field mice and groundhogs. The mothering role of the Earth isn’t speculation, or interpretation, or the playful embroidery of imagination, or retreaded mysticism. It is actual, factual, and paramount.
Yet we’ve lost that sense of being mothered by the world, and our lost connection with nature resembles being bereft of our mother. We have lost a vast yet intimate relationship with a natural world that is literally, genetically, and historically kin to us. Our frequent references to “Mother Nature” have been stripped of even metaphorical force. “Mother Nature” is simply a cliché, a meaningless, quasi-humorous phrase.
As humans relentlessly deforest Earth at a dizzying pace, and as millions of us no longer see forests unless we’re flying over them or driving between cities, bringing the mothering qualities of forests back into our awareness may be one of the most critical needs of our time. We gallop through life like horses fitted with blinders.
People no longer know they’re related to the beings around them. They don’t know that we’re surrounded by brothers and sisters and cousins many, many times removed. They buy a tree and it's little different from buying a lawn ornament or firewood.
The truth is that evolution is a miser. It hoards its genes, keeping the same gene for similar functions as two sisters set off on separate paths of generations that eventually evolve into different species, genuses, families, and beyond. Humans stepped into that journey after genes had traveled an unimaginable distance along one of those paths.
Craig Venter describes addressing a conference before molecular biology had advanced too far in its work with genomes, and being confronted by a Catholic priest who told the group that patenting human genes was immoral. Venter asked the priest if patenting genes from non-human species is immoral, and the priest answered “no.” Venter then described how his team had recently sequenced a human gene that was in every way identical with a gene from a rat.
Mammals—including humans—share over 90% of their genes, most of them in the same sequence on their chromosomes. I’ve read that there is a 55% genetic overlap between humans and oak trees. The bottom line is that humans share genes with every living organism. We are family.
Before someone reacts to my thoughts on mothering nature by deciding I’m a hopeless sentimentalist, I’d best say that I’m all too aware of poisonous mushrooms, typhoons, stinging nettles and stingrays, sharks and deer ticks, avalanches and landslides, earthquakes and rattlesnakes, mosquitoes, black widows, and volcanoes. Nature is not always a sweet old lady. For that matter, neither—bless her heart—was my mother.
I already touched upon a second reason why forests matter in the previous chapter: a spiritual conviction of the sacredness of the natural world. Silvanus, the Roman god of forests, is the source of our words “silvics” (the study of forests) and “silviculture” (the art of growing and maintaining forests). The Buddha was enlightened under a bodhi tree; Buddhists still consider the bodhi sacred. In Norse mythology, a large ash tree formed the center of the world. Druids performed their religious ceremonies while wearing a garland of oak leaves. Tane Mahuta, a giant kauri tree in the Waipoua Forest in New Zealand, bears the name of the Maori god of the forests. Tane is the son of the sky father and the earth mother, and clothes his mother in vegetation, and his own children are all the trees and birds of the forests. These mythic figures are a small sampling from what was once a world-wide reverence for forests.
That reverence isn’t just a primitive, prehistoric world view, now outgrown except in isolated indigenous communities. Even in contemporary U.S. society, it survives in some places. Writers as different as Wendell Berry, Thomas Berry, and Gary Snyder come from wildly different religious backgrounds but end up spiritual brothers, harmonizing voices, trying to call us back to a rapport with and reverence for all ecosystems and all living beings.
The worthiness of everything that exists is established in the Book of Genesis. The Bible’s very first chapter details the six days of creation, repeating after each, “and God saw it was good.” The last verse in the chapter shows God surveying his completed work, and sums up his pleasure with his work: “And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good.”
The goodness of creation is not simply a matter of being well-made, or useful, or pretty. The goodness of creation is an active spiritual force. Spiritual force isn’t something we invest in forests; it is theirs inherently.
That message still lives in some of our communities, and implies a binding obligation on our behavior.
Many Christians feel an obligation to be stewards of creation, including forests, based on a reading of scattered Biblical texts, including verses 28 through 30 in the first chapter of Genesis: And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth. And God said, Behold, I have given you every herb bearing seed, which is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree, in the which is the fruit of a tree yielding seed; to you it shall be for meat. And to every beast of the earth, and to every fowl of the air, and to every thing that creepeth upon the earth, wherein there is life, I have given every green herb for meat: and it was so.
A third compelling reason why forests matter lies in ethical standards and requirements. Albert Schweitzer wrote in 1933 that “A man is ethical only when life, as such, is sacred to him, that of plants and animals as that of his fellow-men....” Forests are communities of living beings, as autonomous as anything is autonomous, with the same right to exist as humans. Like all other creatures alive at this moment, trees are no less evolved than “we the people,” sharing the same billions of years of evolutionary development. Though we have taken divergent paths, our histories can all be traced back over the same time span to our common ancestors.
As the Bible tells us, we did not make ourselves; nor, as Joyce Kilmer wrote, did we make a tree. Just as politicians portray themselves as “servants of the people” while exercising the hubris of potentates, so we sometimes call ourselves “stewards of Creation” while consuming and degrading it on a planetary scale. Recognizing the natural world’s autonomy can be compared to respecting another person’s autonomy, or another nation’s autonomy—both things we honor in the abstract, but have a great deal of trouble with in performance.
In the U.S., both John Muir and Thoreau advocated biocentric or ecocentric thinking , calling for an expansion of ethics that would embrace not just human behavior but all the components of our ecosystem. Christopher Stone, writing in 1972, took the next logical step, in a groundbreaking article entitled “Should Trees Have Standing? — Towards Legal Rights for Natural Objects.” Ethics and the law are not necessarily the same thing, by any means, but they often travel parallel courses. By standing, Stone meant the conferral of legal standing—the right of trees and other parts of the natural world to initiate a lawsuit when they are being harmed.
He argued that this is a natural progression. Husbands and fathers once had complete authority, even life-and-death power, over their wives and children. Gradually the rights of those family members, as well as those of prisoners, the insane, animals, municipalities, and even corporations were encompassed in legal standing.
The Supreme Court’s Citizens United decision, effectively underlining the “personhood” of corporations, was a controversial step expanding standing. If corporations, non-living creations of our legal and economic systems, can systematically ravage the natural world, one could argue, then the natural world, which teems with living creatures sharing our genes, should also acquire sufficient legal standing to defend itself.
Bolivia has taken that giant step forward, with a landmark law that confers just such standing. It’s entitled “Ley de Derechos de la Madre Tierra,” the Law of Rights of Mother Earth, and is rooted in the belief system of indigenous Bolivian people and their reverence for the Earth goddess Pachamama. It is also the most radical (in the sense of getting to the root of the matter) environmental legislation on our planet. The law ties together the mothering nature I wrote of above, spiritual traditions, ethical stances, and legal status.
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A fourth reason why forests matter is their sheer number and size, multiplied by the good performed by each tree. If we had a proper sense of humility, we would enter a forest with the respect we enter a cathedral. In 2005, the last date for which I can find NASA figures, there were over 400 billion trees on the planet—approximately 61 trees for every person alive, each silently shading, cooling, enriching, and cleansing the Earth. In the intervening years the human population has grown and the number of trees has declined, but the figures would still indicate that by quantity, volume, and kindness, trees are benevolent giants on our planet.
A fifth reason forests matter has to do with a peculiar effect trees have on us—what I think of as their ability to tune us to a different frequency.
When we enter a forest, our inner chatter stops. Perhaps it’s simply the disappearance of glare, the movement from exposure to shelter, the sense that even though we are “outside,” we have indeed entered something—a refuge, a place deserving of our respect and attention. Perhaps it is the presence of still beings whose age, bulk, and stature dwarf us. But whatever it is, the result is immediate and palpable; forests have a power of place.
I think of them as inviting flows of Alpha waves, and am reminded of Stephanie Mills’ description of people going to the wilderness “to get their awe.” As tired as I am of hearing everything from toys to toilet paper labeled “awesome,” I believe that we need awe to remind us of what we are, and of what we are not. Forests are places where we can readily experience the holiness of life. Awe is at hand, easy to access, no training or self-mortification required. Only a willingness to be there and give time over to becoming aware.
Why forests matter: Psychological and Spiritual Benefits
Conventional foresters and ecologists tend to focus on the kinds of physical benefits I list below as “ecosystem services”—things like forests’ impact on water quality and soil erosion. Urban planners, psychologists, and others point to the psychological benefits of trees as well. Trees provide humans with a sense of privacy and security. Akira Miyawaki calls them “living green sanctuaries.” Their flowers and forms, their colors and textures, their scents and their soft murmurs enrich our surroundings. They calm us, leading to a sense of relaxation and even serenity in which depression, anger, and aggressiveness all begin to fade away. They promote mental and physical health. In the words of the 23rd Psalm, they “restoreth the soul.”
Psychologists have lately come to an interest in what they have labeled “restorative environments,” settings which help people recover from stress, improve their moods, restore their ability to pay attention, and in general inspire a sense of well-being. Not surprisingly, they have identified as helpful factors such things as our sense of “being away” from our human-structured world and our fascination with the rich details of natural surrounding--what they call “soft” fascination. But their professional focus was anticipated by many who voiced and acted upon the same beliefs.
Thoreau, ever the prophet, referred to “the tonic of wildness” more than one hundred and fifty years ago, a tonic being something that restores our wholeness, that creates a sense of well-being or new vigor.
Stephen Mather, who made his fortune with the Pacific Coast Borax Company (he is credited with the idea of marketing their product as “20 Mule Team Borax”) suffered from bipolar disorder and was periodically beset by depression. Nature drew him with its power to comfort and restore his spirit, an experience that led him to become a friend of John Muir and a powerful advocate for conserving wild places in our national park system.
Early national parks and monuments were managed by a hodgepodge of Army officers and political appointees; after voicing sharp criticism of the condition of the parks, Mather was appointed the first director of the National Park Service. He dedicated himself to making the benefits of wild places available to more people by improving road and rail access and by spurring the creation of more national parks, breaking with the fixation on the glories of the American West and extending their reach into the eastern portion of the country.
I have seen the calming, restorative power of nature firsthand. Perhaps you have as well. I have an autistic grandson. My daughter has talked about days when he was very young and would cry without ceasing, on and on, despite her holding him, rocking him, singing to him, shushing him, feeding him, checking his diaper, and all the other things mothers do to comfort a wailing child. She discovered, when she was at her wit’s end, that if she took him to a nearby woods, he would stop crying as soon as they entered the woods, and look around, quiet and calm and content. Other mothers of autistic children have told me similar stories.
Autistic children are hypersensitive to the world around them, yet I think many of us have a similar reaction upon entering a forest. As soon as we step into the company of trees, it resembles being part of an orchestra, and moving from the cacophony of tuning up to starting the music. Within a few seconds, jangling and discord cease, and we are enveloped by melody and harmony. We respond by ourselves becoming peaceful—full of peace.
We might think of these as benefits to our “state of mind,” but of course that is a dualistic way of looking at our lives. Our bodies and our minds are inseparable parts of one another. And so the benefits of being calmed by forests and the natural world can be documented in measurable physical changes. Heart rates drop. Blood pressure falls. Stress hormone levels are reduced. Muscles relax, losing the tension that we often carry around us so long we’re not even aware of it—until we try some yoga postures, and realize how stiff we are. Or until someone massages our neck or shoulders, and remarks on the tightness and knots.
As we humans transform more and more of the world around us into our own industrialized image, forests become a touchstone for a differently-organized reality. David Abram has written that majestic forests and rivers enable us to distance ourselves from our technologies, to understand their limitations, and “to keep ourselves from turning into them.”
Wendell Berry has said that “the news of eternity” can come at any time, in any place. He is right. But few settings match a forest’s ability to prepare us to hear the news of eternity and meditate on it in silence.
Why Forests Matter: Refuges and Hiding Places
Forests serve as another, very different, kind of psychological realm as well, something that I didn’t fully appreciate until this afternoon.
I was hiking a stretch of the Rivanna Trail and met a woman who asked me if I was homeless. Homeless folk frequent the trail—especially along this stretch, which is close to a shopping center that contains both a liquor store and a grocery that tosses out food in its dumpster. It was a reasonable question. I was wearing faded jeans, an old jacket, and a cheap hat, and the truth is I look pretty worn and battered myself. Like most of the homeless in this area, I wore a pack on my back, and the long cloth case I was carrying could easily have been holding a tent and poles--standard equipment for the homeless here. (In this case, my pack held my camera and an extra lens; a tripod was in the cloth case.)
The woman was homeless herself, and said she had been camping in the woods along the trail since January—nine or ten months. She was blonde and still attractive, despite her missing front teeth, the cigarette in her hand, and the beer on her breath. (“I’m a little drunk.”)
We talked for a while. She told me her last boyfriend had tried to set her afire—”like a witch, you know?”—and then she unexpectedly veered off into talking about fellow creatures in the woods, about watching crows repeatedly drive off the three hawks in the area, about goldfinches and cardinals eating seeds from the tall weeds, about deer feeding in the nearby soccer field at dusk. “Come sit in the bleachers just as it’s getting dark,” she promised me; “you’ll see half a dozen, maybe more.” She stared at me intently, reached her hand out slowly, and touched my cheek. Then she pulled her hand down and showed me bloody spots on her thumb and forefinger. “Mosquito,” she said. “He was making a meal of you.”
I had headed out on the hike as a break from working on this chapter, and on the way back home, my head swirling, I realized that these woods were fulfilling a function that I hadn’t touched on earlier, yet it was one which woods and forests have performed historically, again and again. They serve as places where people can retreat and lick their wounds, where the hunted can conceal themselves, where outcasts can live outside society, where the poor can retreat from rent or house payments and utility bills and eke out a living. The always-moving, always-disappearing western frontier long served in these ways in the U.S.
In my part of the country, moonshiners made their way through the woods at night, toting hundred pound bags of sugar on their backs. During World War II, partisans fleeing from Nazi forces often hid in forests. Survivalists in the U.S. and the United Kingdom have headed for the woods out of fears of economic collapse, hatred of the government, or anticipation of a nuclear war. White supremacists and militant groups have used forests as organizational centers and as training camps, concealed from the eyes of the rest of the world.
We hide when we feel rejected. When we are endangered. When we’re weak or defenseless. When we feel guilty or ashamed. When people disapprove of us. When we’re embarrassed or humiliated. When we’re misunderstood. When we’re acting illegally. When we are predators waiting to strike. When we are the hunted. Whatever the reason, individually or collectively, forests are often the hiding place of choice.
Why forests matter: Preventive power and medicines for healing
Forests are good for us in ways other than psychologically and spiritually. They both act to prevent illness and restore us to what we think of as our physical wellbeing. A study initiated by the U.S. Forest Service created some stir when it was published January 2013 in the American Journal of Preventive Medicine. The researchers had explored the connection between the death of over 100 million ash trees and spikes in human deaths from cardiovascular and lower respiratory disease.
What they found was that the counties hard hit by the emerald ash borer did indeed suffer more deaths from cardiovascular and lower respiratory disease than counties that had so far been untouched by the emerald ash borer, and that, furthermore, the rise of such deaths coincided with the deaths of massive numbers of ash trees. The rise in human deaths also took place within an 18-year period during which overall respiratory-related death numbers had fallen, and the magnitude of the effect coincided with the progress of the ash borer infestation.
After controlling for all the demographic factors they could come up with, the researchers were left with only one plausible explanation, which they advance with the traditional academic caution: that there was a direct causal relationship between the deaths of the trees and the deaths of humans.
While there may have been psychosomatic elements to the relationship between tree and human deaths—stress and depression triggered by watching favorite trees die; the loss of natural psychological buffering afforded by nature—it is also likely that there was a direct physical trigger as well: a drop in air quality. Trees filter particles and pollutants from the air in large, measurable quantities, especially in urban areas—things such as dust, ash, pollen, smoke, carbon monoxide, and sulfur dioxide.
One study in Bellingham, Washington, discovered that leaves from the trees lining bus routes were as much as 10 times more magnetic than leaves on less-traveled streets. The enhanced magnetism came from the leaves’ capture of pollutant particles, especially the iron oxides in diesel exhaust. Trees also lower urban temperatures and put more moisture into the air through evapotranspiration. It’s not hard to see how losing a significant portion of all of these benefits would have health consequences.
The medicinal qualities of particular trees were once much better known than they are now. I remember the amazement I felt after chewing on willow twigs as a boy and learning that their bitter taste came from salicylic acid, the main ingredient in aspirin. In fact, the word “salicylic” comes straight from the Latin name of the willows--Salix. There are records on Egyptian papyri of pain relievers derived from willow bark being used as far back as the second millennium BCE.
Birch also contains salicylic acid, and folk medicine practitioners chewed birch twigs to combat pain, headaches, and fevers. How did people learn these thing, I wondered. How many twigs do people sample to find something that has a healing effect? How many berries and roots and barks to find which ones could be used as human foods and poisons and medicines? How many generations to winnow through the vast repertoire of plants around us?
Most of us have probably used, or are familiar with, forest-derived healants. Off the top of my head, my own family’s experience includes not just aspirin, but the camphor ointment my mother used to apply to my sore muscles (from Cinnamomum camphora) when I had rheumatic fever, and paclitaxel, tradenamed Taxol, one of the chemotherapy drugs used to treat my wife’s breast cancer (derived originally from Pacific Yew, Taxus brevifolia).
Other forest health items include tincture of benzoin, made from the Benjamin tree (Styrax benzoin), used in inhalers to help relieve bronchitis; and Balm of Gilead, from Balsam Poplar buds, an expectorant and healing topical skin treatment. Topotecan (used to treat ovarian and lung cancer) and irinotecan (used to treat colorectal cancer) are analogues of camptothecin, a compound extracted from Campotheca, or Happy Tree (Camptotheca acuminata).
Quinine, a medicine first used by the Quechua people of Peru and Bolivia, comes from the bark of the Cinchona Tree. It was the first effective remedy against malaria, and is still used in some areas because of its low cost. For those of us in the eastern U.S., it is interesting that bark extracts of the Flowering Dogwood (Cornus florida) have also been used as a substitute for quinine in treating malaria (although quinine is considered more effective), and were used by Native Americans to treat fevers in general. Xylitol, a sugar alcohol derived from hardwoods, reduces cavities, lowers the number of ear infections, is safe for diabetics and people suffering from hyperglycemia, and effectively inhibits some strep infections.
Drug firms now approach forests as “bioprospectors,” seeking to develop methods to screen the chemical compounds in thousands of plants in order to find those with potential medical benefits. The prospecting metaphor calls up, quite fittingly, the image of hordes of men swarming to California to pan the gravel of stream beds for nuggets of golds—is fitting because “bioprospecting” is primarily about striking it rich with a discovery, and only secondarily about healing.
The sick who recover because of new medicines found won’t care why the search for natural medicines took place (although they may think twice when they receive their pharmaceutical bill). Still, the bioprospecting enterprise, even while emphasizing yet another reason why forests matter, shares the mindset that is everywhere degrading the natural world: What can we extract and how can we exploit it?
Why Forests Matter: Home
I’ve talked about forests as our home in a broad way—through the long march of evolution and in the wide sweep of our place within ecosystems. But for some people, indigenous forest dwellers, forests are home in a very local and specific way. They have, from time immemorial, been a part of the forest, living by fishing, hunting, and gathering the forest’s bounty, drawing on it for their food, homes, medicine, and inspiration. Everywhere they are in retreat, with both their forest home and their traditional culture being overrun by the forces of commerce and modern civilization—two things so intertwined they sometimes seem one and the same.
It’s really difficult to figure how many people belong to this group. The lines get so blurred. For one thing, many indigenous peoples have adapted, in varying degrees, to a hybrid lifestyle, trying to merge some of the benefits of modern living with their familiar, traditional life in the forest. For another, outsiders have moved into the forest--sometimes as part of deliberate colonization efforts sponsored by national governments, sometimes to exploit the forest’s resources, sometimes as missionaries seeking Christian converts, sometimes as nearby people looking for new farmland.
Africa is the area I’m most familiar with. Much of the continent is in a transitional state, rapidly becoming urbanized, Still, many people remain in the “bush,” farming on a short “slash-and-burn” rotation, which itself has been a long transitional state between ancient forest hunting/gathering culture and settled agriculture. In slash-and-burn farming, a patch of woodland is burned and farmed, then left to grow up while the farmer moves through a series of other patches, eventually working back to the first and then repeating the cycle. A few forest people still follow the old tradition, but their number has dwindled to perhaps 150,000 or so, concentrated in Zaire, the Congo, and southern Cameroon. Even they live a hybrid existence between the old ways and the new, spending part of the year near a village where they can do some trading.
In Asia, with its dense population packed into any land even marginally tillable, forest people have been relentlessly driven into ever smaller and more remote locations. The last remnants survive in New Guinea, parts of the Malay peninsula and the Philippines, the Andaman Islands, Sumatra, and Borneo. Millions of people live in forests in India, but their culture has been seriously diluted and compromised. This includes members of so-called “scheduled tribes,” historically disadvantaged people also known as Adivasis (original inhabitants), who make up about 7.5% of India’s population.
South America’s Amerindians have undergone a similar displacement. When European empire builders arrived in the 15th and 16th centuries, the rainforests held a population estimated at between 7 and 10 million people, concentrated along rivers because of their plentiful fish and the rich alluvial soil. The same rivers, however, became the primary routes of the European conquest, driving the surviving indigenous population (which has been reduced some 90%) to remote, hard-to-reach portions of the interior. Development of all kinds is rapidly penetrating these areas now, with native peoples often robbed of their land or pushed off it, and their cultures everywhere threatened.
Occasional bright spots do appear. One is Bolivia’s “Ley de Derechos de la Madre Tierra,” mentioned earlier. Another is Ecuador’s Yasuni-ITT biosphere reserve, which plans to use ecotourism to generate income while leaving an enormous oil reserve untapped, preventing greenhouse emissions and preserving biodiversity as well as their people’s forest home.
There is a temptation to invariably see indigenous cultures as the environmental good guys, the people whose culture is invariably threaded through with values and awarenesses that insure sustainability. But like most temptations to take up absolute positions, that generalization doesn’t always hold true. The Nasca civilization of southern Peru collapsed around 500 AD, and researchers have now postulated that the downfall was caused by a combination of major El Niño flooding and the clearing of Huarango trees which once covered the region.
In a forerunner of what was to come, the Nasca cleared the Huarango forests to make way for crop land. But the Huarango turned out to be a keystone species—one which was central to and supportive of the entire ecosystem. It fixes nitrogen, building soil while retaining moisture, and anchors soil with one of the deepest tree root systems known. Before its destruction, the Huarango’s canopy shielded the earth from the sun’s burning heat. With the forest gone, the land became vulnerable, and wind and El Niño flooding stripped the exposed, unanchored soil, carrying it away. Nasca civilization vanished, and the land converted to desert. It’s almost impossible to read about the giant geoglyphs the Nasca left in the now barren desert plain without hearing an echo of Shelley’s “Ozymandias”:
“`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
Why Forests Matter: Ecosystem services
Many of us have seen a friend or relative on life support—IV tubes supplying blood and electrolytes and glucose, tubes keeping their airways open, oxygen masks and respirators keeping them breathing. Forest ecosystems furnish life support for the entire planet. Their services are not just essential to civilization, but to the entire biosphere. They are natural, indispensable, and irreplaceable. Machinery and technology could not begin to perform the smallest fraction of what forests, with no input and no direction from us, do minute after minute, day in and day out, year after year. To perform all of these ecosystem services requires healthy forests with countless species and huge populations--underscoring how essential biodiversity is, and why it is critical to half deforestation.
Here is a sampling of what are often called “ecosystem services” provided by forests (as if they existed to be our servants):
- Their multi-tiered structure cuts wind velocity across vast areas; this reduction in wind speeds protects crops and buildings from damage and soils from wind erosion.
- They filter air, removing dust, ash, pollen, smoke, and other harmful particles.
- They absorb air pollutants such as carbon monoxide and sulfur dioxide.
- They modulate noise.
- They save energy by cutting both heating and cooling costs.
- They act as natural air conditioners in a broader sense, cooling the air by giving off water vapor; they moderate the “heat island” effect of urban areas.
- They act as the planet’s lungs, absorbing carbon dioxide and giving off the oxygen we and other animals breathe.
- They generate moisture leading to rainfall that is distributed both nearby and at great--even intercontinental--distances.
- They regulate water flow, control storm runoff and snow-melt, and reduce flooding.
- They protect stream and river banks from erosion by runoff and coastal shores from erosion by waves.
- They reduce the amount of sediment in rivers, preventing damage to fisheries and the clogging of reservoirs.
- They filter water, removing pollutants and particles, helping provide clean, safe drinking water.
- They increase ground water recharge.
- They cool rivers and streams, making life viable for aquatic species.
- They reduce the rate of water lost by crops through evapotranspiration.
- They help prevent soil compaction.
- They moderate soil temperatures.
- Their understory vegetation and litter layer provide protective cover for soils, preventing sheet erosion.
- They stabilize slopes.
- They recycle nutrients, creating deep, rich soils.
- They decompose and detoxify wastes.
- They furnish an enormous variety of pollinators for wild plants as well as gardens and crops.
- They play a key role in the dispersal of seeds, especially in tropical forests, where wind-dispersed seeds are minimal and animals spread most species by eating their fruits.
- They provide natural enemies (birds, wasps, spiders, fungi, etc.) which control an estimated 99% of potential agricultural pests.
- They are vast storehouses of biodiversity at all three levels--gene pools, species, and community types.
- They transfer nutrients to food.
- They provide food and shelter for countless species and populations of wildlife, housing over two-thirds of known terrestrial species.
- They provide corridors for animal movement and migration.
- They harbor the largest share of threatened species.
- They provide protection from the sun's ultraviolet rays
- They help moderate weather extremes and their impacts in a host of ways, by acting as insulators, blocking wind, cooling air, shading surfaces, affecting albedo and cloudiness, and more.
- They act as salt breaks in coastal areas, reducing salinization inland and curtailing damage from flooding and tide surges.
- They help maintain the necessary environment for successful farming.
- They prevent desertification and stabilize sand dunes.
- They store vast amounts of carbon, helping stave off even more drastic global warming; a single acre of close primary forest, for example, holds more than 113 tons of carbon. Because of their different layers and the variety of plants crowding into each, the total green surface of forests is anywhere from five to twenty times that of the same square area of a meadow or lawn.
There is something self-defeating about a list like the one I just developed. The sheer number of items almost guarantees no item gets sufficient consideration; a reader scarcely registers one item before jumping to the next. And yet each is of enormous importance. Take away any single “service,” and the world would be a less inviting, less livable place. Take away a half dozen—any half dozen—and much of the life on Earth would struggle to survive. It would take too much space to elaborate on each of the “services” listed, so I’ll allow them to speak for themselves, with the exception of the last item on the list, the relationship between forests and global warming. That issue is so critical that it will be examined in two chapters following this one.
I have a feeling that what’s needed when going through the list is something to slow us down and make us reflect on the various items. Imagine, perhaps, each service standing alone, on an otherwise-blank page, and consider it carefully before turning to the next page. Then it just might be possible to hold all of these services in mind and envision them simultaneously at work.
If we can step back far enough mentally to get a global view of the functioning of forests—one of those “astronaut viewing the beautiful planet” moments—we can begin to appreciate that forests are the great “coordinators,” in Akira Miyawaki’s term, of the planet’s key natural cycles and vast range of biological communities. Forests, we could then see, are prime drivers in Earth’s three central cycles of life—the oxygen/carbon dioxide cycle, the water cycle, and the soil cycle. Sky, water, land—our matrix, our womb, the irreplaceable context of our being. They existed long before us, they will outlast us, they are immeasurably greater than us, and we depend on them utterly for every element of our lives.
The current die-off of Eastern Hemlocks (and its equally vulnerable sister species, the Carolina Hemlock) provides a grim example of what it means to lose the ecological services performed by trees. When hemlock wooly adelgids (HWA) invade a hemlock forest, over 95% of the trees die, and the survivors suffer extensive defoliation, losing half to three-quarters of their leaves.
Hemlock forests have few seedlings and a poor seed bank in the soil, and the defoliated trees neither resprout nor produce seeds. So by the time the adelgids finish their work and move on, there is very little chance that the devastated landscapes it leaves behind will re-emerge as hemlock forests. Instead, rhododendron will come to dominate some sites, while in others hardwood communities of various sorts will take hemlock’s place. Gaps created by the massive death of hemlocks will be an open invitation to invasive species to become part of the new mix.
The hemlock is a keystone species in this southern Appalachian ecosystem. Here, its natural home is the countless coves tucked into the mountains’ folds, where it is especially suited to life along creeks and streams. Eastern Hemlock is among the most shade tolerant of all trees, its shallow root system thrives in the streamside settings, and it has a life span of up to 800 years. As an evergreen, its needles pump water vapor into the air via transpiration year round—nearly 50 gallons a day for large trees.
Entering a forest dominated by Eastern Hemlocks is near other-worldly, because of the coolness, the rich mingled scents of needles and damp earth, the low light that penetrates its dense canopy, and the palpable moisture in the air. No other conifer—nor any hardwood, for that matter—is capable of creating the same conditions. We fool ourselves if we think that tree species are interchangeable, that if one declines or disappears its place can readily be assumed by another. Eastern Hemlock—not to put a fine point upon it—is irreplaceable.
And its loss will be felt. It will be felt by the more than 120 species of mammals and birds that call hemlock forests home, and are sheltered by its many-layered branches from harsh winter storms. That rich biodiversity will decline. It will be felt by the trout and other fish and aquatic creatures that depend on hemlocks for the cool, pure, regulated stream flow managed by the trees. Many of them will die off.
It will be felt by the air over the forest, which will see the moisture given off by forest transpiration decreased by as much as 10 percent—and two or three times that in winter and the spring. It will be felt by the rivers and streams that see their water dynamics altered irreversibly. It will be felt by the soil, which will see soil moisture levels changed. At that point the significance of the label “keystone species” will be driven home, for a “keystone” is the wedge-shaped stone at the top of an arch that holds everything else in place and makes the arch sustainable. Without it, there is no arch. The arch collapses. And like the arch, these long-established ecosystems will no longer be sustainable. They too will collapse.
The specter of mass extinctions looms over our near future. Our destruction of habitat has greatly reduced the potential homeplaces for numerous species. Pollution of one kind or another has ruined others. And climate changes forced by global warming will change many others so drastically that they will be uninhabitable by their former residents. We are making a grave error, however, if we think of coming extinctions simply in terms of species. What is even more grievous will be the vanishing of entire ecosystems.
When I reflect on the enormous range of contributions forest make, what they come to exemplify is the mothering nature I talked about earlier. Item after item is about feeding, sheltering, protecting, holding, cleaning up messes, making surroundings quieter, more orderly, more stable, safer, and more comfortable. Instead of discrete items, they come to seem different manifestations of a single caring impulse. It’s ironic that we have taken forests’ “services” for granted in the same way a mother’s work has been taken for granted, and one has been as little valued as the other.
Take a close look at the list of all a forest’s contributions to the common good--if such a category were admitted to exist. Which, in the way we now do business--so to speak--is often not the case. Among the things we do not have in common, one would judge by the way some of our contemporaries act, are.... Air. Water. A dependence on biological diversity. Genes. Evolutionary history.
I think of the dismissive remark “We have nothing in common”--usually spoken with a rather haughty tone--with which one person indicates to another that there is simply no basis upon which a relationship between the two is possible. That remark could be the mantra of our self-centered, greed-driven corporate apparatus, and the government it both manipulates and despises.
At our worst, we are members of an economic system, not a community, and our flag is a canceled check. Rights follow money like male hounds trailing a gyp in heat. Because we have nothing in common, there are only my desires, my needs, my satisfaction, and my possessions. You are on your own to fend the best you can. You can be a human, a raccoon, a cranefly orchid, a giant sequoia, or a mockingbird; it doesn’t matter. We have nothing in common.
What kind of ethical social system is that?
It is ironic that just yesterday, as I was working on this chapter, the representative of a lumber company called me, inquiring about buying the timber on our land in West Virginia. It was a cash offer, money for timber. What about all of the critically important ecological functions listed above that would be disrupted? Would he pay for them as well? Who would he pay? What are they worth?
I don’t raise those questions because I think the solution is to put a dollars and cents value on forest functions and convert them to commodities. In fact, I’m appalled at the notion. My point is that in terms of the current economic model, those functions have been worthless. Now, with carbon trading and the corporatization of water supply, they’re starting to be drawn into a system where investors can market, trade, and profit from them. Being in the economic system and commodified is hardly an improvement over being in the economic system and not even meriting a price tag. I wrote earlier about the mothering aspect of forests. In this connection I remember a judgment I once heard a friend back home deliver on someone else in our community: “He would hitch his mother to a dog sled if he thought he could turn a profit on it.”
Why Forests Matter: Water
Water, soil, and air--our three most essential elements for life, and forests are the great force on the planet for providing, cycling, and purifying them. That forests provide water may seem contradictory, because we think of them as consumers of water to support tree growth. But through transpiration--giving off water vapor to cool themselves--they pour enormous quantities of moisture into the atmosphere. That moisture eventually becomes rain or snow, which can fall great distances from the forest where it originated. In this way forests distribute water on a regional and even an intercontinental scale. The corollary is that deforestation, especially on the scale we’re seeing it now, is going to dry out regions as both rainfall and water supply dwindle.
Water also flows from forests as snows melt, as rain trickling down through the canopy and forest litter into streams, and as ground water filtered by all the microorganisms, carbon, and different grades of material in forest soils. Drinking water is one of the indispensable gifts from forests. As we lose touch with our relationship and dependence on the natural world, that water appears to come from faucets and pipes. Maybe from rivers that flow through town, or a nearby reservoir. Too few people have any notion that forests generate most of the water in the country, supplying two-thirds of all the precipitation runoff--the water that comes from the sky--in the 48 contiguous states. Over 180 million people in the U.S. depend on forests to provide their drinking water, and more than 60 million people in 3,400 communities in 33 states rely on national forests for their drinking water.
Water from forests is normally the highest quality water available, since water from other sources, such as agricultural, urban, or industrial landscapes almost invariably contain more sediment and pollutants. Water quality is a potent argument for the preservation of mature forests. Because they have the best and deepest soil, they do the best job of water filtration. They consume less water themselves because older trees don’t require as much for growth as younger, faster-growing trees. Their well-developed layers in a mixed canopy slow down snowmelt and rainfall runoff, releasing it over a longer period and reducing erosion. Of all landscape types, they do the best job of regulating water temperatures and water chemistry. Gifford Pinchot, the first chief of the U.S. Forest Service and founder of the Society of American Foresters, summed up forests’ contribution this way: “No forests, no rivers.”
Take a close look at the list of all a forest’s contributions to the common good—if such a category were admitted to exist. Which, in the way we now do business—so to speak—is often not the case. Among the things we do not have in common, one would judge by the way some of our contemporaries act, are .... Air. Water. A dependence on biological diversity. Genes. Evolutionary history.
I think of the dismissive remark “We have nothing in common” (usually spoken with a rather haughty tone) with which one person indicates to another that there is simply no basis upon which a relationship between the two is possible. That remark could be the mantra of our self-centered, greed-driven corporate apparatus, and the government it both manipulates and despises.
At our worst, we are members of an economic system, not a community, and our flag is a canceled check. Rights follow money like male hounds trailing a gyp in heat. Because we have nothing in common, there are only my desires, my needs, my satisfaction, and my possessions. You are on your own to fend the best you can. You can be a human, a raccoon, a cranefly orchid, a giant sequoia, or a mockingbird; it doesn’t matter. We have nothing in common.
What kind of ethical social system is that?
It is ironic that just yesterday, as I was working on this chapter, the representative of a lumber company called me, inquiring about buying the timber on our land in West Virginia. It was a cash offer, money for timber. What about all of the critically important ecological functions listed above that would be disrupted? Would he pay for them as well? Who would he pay? What are they worth?
I don’t raise those questions because I think the solution is to put a dollars and cents value on forest functions and convert them to commodities. In fact, I’m appalled at the notion. My point is that in terms of the current economic model, those functions have been worthless. Now, with carbon trading and the corporatization of water supply, they’re starting to be drawn into a system where investors can market, trade, and profit from them. Being in the economic system and commodified is hardly an improvement over being in the economic system and not even meriting a price tag. I wrote above about the mothering aspect of forests. In this connection I remember a judgment I once heard a friend back home deliver on someone else in our community: “He would hitch his mother to a dog sled if he thought he could turn a profit on it.”
Why Forests Matter: Water
Water, soil, and air are our three most essential elements for life, and forests are the great force on the planet for providing, cycling, and purifying them. That forests provide water may seem contradictory, because we think of them as consumers of water to support tree growth. But through transpiration—giving off water vapor to cool themselves—they pour enormous quantities of moisture into the atmosphere.
That moisture eventually becomes rain or snow, which can fall great distances from the forest where it originated. In this way forests distribute water on a regional and even an intercontinental scale. The corollary is that deforestation, especially on the scale we’re seeing it now, is going to dry out regions as both rainfall and water supply dwindle.
Water also flows from forests as snows melt, as rain trickling down through the canopy and forest litter into streams, and as ground water filtered by all the microorganisms, carbon, and different grades of material in forest soils. Drinking water is one of the indispensable gifts from forests. As we lose touch with our relationship and dependence on the natural world, that water appears to come from faucets and pipes. Maybe from rivers that flow through town, or a nearby reservoir.
Too few people have any notion that forests generate most of the water in the country, supplying two-thirds of all the precipitation runoff—the water that comes from the sky—in the 48 contiguous states. Over 180 million people in the U.S. depend on forests to provide their drinking water, and more than 60 million people in 3,400 communities in 33 states rely on national forests for their drinking water.
Water from forests is normally the highest quality water available, since water from other sources, such as agricultural, urban, or industrial landscapes almost invariably contain more sediment and pollutants. Water quality is a potent argument for the preservation of mature forests. Because they have the best and deepest soil, they do the best job of water filtration. They consume less water themselves because older trees don’t require as much for growth as younger, faster-growing trees. Their well-developed layers in a mixed canopy slow down snowmelt and rainfall runoff, releasing it over a longer period and reducing erosion. Of all landscape types, they do the best job of regulating water temperatures and water chemistry. Gifford Pinchot, the first chief of the U.S. Forest Service and founder of the Society of American Foresters, summed up forests’ contribution this way: “No forests, no rivers.”
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