Women Build Warm Fires

“You might be an eagle scout, but ‘I am woman. Hear me roar.’” Those were the words I wanted to say in response to the frequent “I was an eagle scout” comments made by some of the men during a weekend’s camping trip at Leo Carrillo State Park some years ago while in college. I did not say that; however, instead, I held my tongue, continued building my campfire (that became a darn good fire, if you ask me), and proceeded to observe the various ways the people in our class interacted with the natural, but maintained environment around us. What I discovered from my own interaction, along with those of my classmates, was that I not only hold views of the deep ecologist, conservationist, and preservationist as noted in previous papers, but I also have values that can be equated with the constructionistic and web-of-life ecofeminist perspectives.

Surfing and Deep Ecology

Growing up in a family whose activities centered around the beach, I was exposed to the ocean and shoreline from very early on.  As a child, I was naturally inclined to the outdoors and when I went to the beach with my family, I loved digging for sand crabs, building sand castles, and especially, playing in the surf.  I distinctly remember feeling a sense of freedom in those early days at the beach- the sounds from the ocean, the smell of the salt air, the warm kiss from the sun, the soft touch from the cool sea breeze- it was at the oceans edge where I felt closest to our mother earth.