IÕve done better than yesterday. Was it three
trips more today? I guess I should thank this cooler weather, or maybe not. I
donÕt know how many months I have left, but I can tell itÕs not much time.
Look, the leaves are already starting to flutter off the trees and crunch when
I run over them. I could say it gives a new sound and sensation compared to the
unforgiving, dry cracks of the tundra dirt, but itÕs a short-lived
appreciation. Cooler weather just means the summer is ending, but it canÕt; I
donÕt have enough time. I need more time. I need to work. I need to work. I
need to keep moving, and I need to work. Too many factors, too many problems
that I am not big enough, physically and mentally, to face.
When the summer started, I noticed how
especially hot it was this year. The sun burned just a bit brighter, and the
rocks around my lodge sent stabs of harsh and nearly numbing heat to the pads
of my small paws. I can already tell that this rise in temperatures is draining
me. I used to be able to run down to the meadows thirty-five times in a day,
but only because the sun had set by then. Now, my lungs wonÕt even let me carry
out any higher than thirty trips. It hasnÕt always been like this. IÕve never
felt so restricted by the thick fur on my coat or by the compact roundness of
my body.
It all just seems to be a snowball effect
really. Ha, what an ironic phrase to use in this situation. I remember my first
year living on my own; I breezed by. Sometimes I could just lay out on the
rocks while the plants were drying to simply enjoy the warmth of the sun. But,
how those easy days have plagued my dreams. Is it time to start seeing them as
nightmares? Staying on the same mountain peak only made me that much more aware
of whatÕs happening to this land. No longer are the vast blankets of the
meadows stained with shocks of yellow, red, and violet. Those long stalks of
luscious vegetation that always tore with droplets of water grew so much
shorter and limper, now. Some of my neighbors have already started climbing
higher up to escape the intense heat down here. Our poor community is getting
smaller and smaller as the years go by. IÕm used to seeing the dark grays and
browns from the taluses of our mountain, but why did this dim color have to
spread into our fields as well? As much work as IÕve put in this year, I havenÕt
even remotely filled up my den with as much hay as I did last year, or the year
before, or even two years before that. The more I work, the hotter it gets. I
know I shouldnÕt push myself as much as I have lately, because this heat is
suffocating, but I donÕt have as much hay as I should have, considering my
exhaustion. I have to retire early, often. When I retire early, I have even
less provisions. So, the next day I have to work even harder to make up for my
exhaustion the previous day, only to start the unhealthy cycle all over again.
Bringing back all the drying plants IÕve
collected this week still doesnÕt fill up my abode. My collection will surely
not last me all the way through the winter. Again, I find my problems
circulating back to things out of my control. I work so hard to dry my plants
out on the rocky slopes, only to have a weekÕs worth of stock be eaten like a
meal for those mountain goats.
I used my loudest, most threatening call,
but the glazed look in the goatsÕ eyes spoke their indifference. I remember
vividly how worked up I got, beating my paws into the rough texture of the
rocks to try to show the goats how insulted I felt that they just came up to
steal my food. But in the end, it was all for naught. No matter how upset I
get, some animals will never look past my size. How sad that I will never be
able to do anything about it, because what can a small pika
like myself do against a goat over 50 times bigger than me? Absolutely
nothing. But I guess itÕs just a reminder that this world isnÕt forgiving to
the small ones, so I have to do what I can to make my life the best it can be.
The plants wonÕt take pity on me for being taken advantage of and the other pikas in my community have to suffer my same problems, so
itÕs up to me to make the difference. Yes, itÕs hot and I am pressed on time,
but brooding doesnÕt bring me time to finally rest, work does.
And work I will. The life isnÕt the same,
surely not the body, but that work ethic, those struggles never end. The rules
are the same, but the game is different; the life of the pika
has been transposed to my life, as I have discovered how this wonderful, little
creature has become my spirit animal. Instead of foraging for food, IÕm
searching for knowledge in class. Instead of relentless pursuit up and down a
mountain, IÕd push harder during the scorching field hockey practices at
school. Instead of squeaking at the dangerous intruders near my den, IÕd
challenge my complacent and patronizing cohorts. IÕve also suffered the trials
of being the smaller, quieter person in a world that gifts the ones who live
larger than life, physically and mentally. But, in light of our similar
difficulties, thereÕs so much to gain from the spirit animals. These powerful
creatures will help, Ņdiscover what issues you need to overcome, then use them
as stepping stones rather than habitually running up against them,Ó[I] and I know that studying the pika
will bring me closer to conquering my difficulties.
For reference, pikas
are small, rabbit-like creatures that live in various climes and terrains. The
American Pika inhabits the tundra regions of North
America, where it spends the summer, Ņcutting down grasses and plants with its
sharp teeth and carrying them back to its den among the rocks,Ó[II].
But as innocent as these creatures are, they consistently face difficulties. ŅThe
rate of pika losses within the Great Basin has
dramatically accelerated since prehistoric times,Ó [III] due to a growing
threat to these mammals, not because they are too small to overcome their
problems, but because it is something completely out of their control: global
warming.
Seventy-eight degrees may be comfortable for
most people, especially for those of us in the South who brave the sunÕs
unforgiving rays almost year-round. However, this ideal temperature could
actually kill pikas[IV], and it does. Increasing
global temperatures have been negatively impacting the North American tundras, bringing forth challenges that are causing the
decrease in the pika population. ŅBecause pikas do not hibernate, they maintain a high metabolic rate
to compensate for heat loss from their small (approximately 150-gram) bodies
during winter,Ó [V] and smaller, heat-temperamental bodies are a two-way
street. Loss of heat comes just as easily as overheating, so warmer
temperatures are just impactful as frigid temperatures. But hotter summers are
doing more than just making uncomfortable trips down the mountain. ŅVegetation
changes, the invasion of new predators and pests, reduced winter snowpack and
increases in extreme weather events,Ó [VI] come with these hotter temperatures,
which inevitably force the pikas farther up the
mountain. So how did I end up with these unfortunate yet hardy mammals?
The process to finding oneÕs spirit animal
typically involves meditation, guided imagery, or detailed discoveries in the
form of a dream. Unfortunately, the former two did not assist me and I never
experienced the last one. I donÕt want to say that I found an animal that I
simply related to, because the connection I feel towards the pika is something visceral. A snippet from a documentary
about my spirit animal came up on a social media website, and when I watched
it, I knew I found it. ŅThereÕs no reason to restrict theory of mind to an
ability to put oneself into anotherÕs shoes,Ó [VII] and in watching this video
I did just that, from when the pika was tirelessly
running up and down the rocky paths, to when it was calling out squeaks of
alarm to its community. I fit right into this pikaÕs
life, its purpose, and its struggles. But maybe because I came upon this video
in a time of great struggle, it was indeed fate.
My greatest attachments were the pikaÕs powerlessness. I was facing feelings of frustration,
embarrassment, and inadequacy just as my spirit animal faces towards a much
larger mountain goat, towards inadequate fields, or towards hostile
environments. Yet, against anyoneÕs better judgment, the pika
bounces back, and I drew inspiration from a tenacious animal fraught with
challenges greater than itself. Steven D. Farmer says how, Ņyou may acquire a
power animal at a time in your life when you most need these particular
qualities,Ó [VIII] and it resonated with me. I canÕt prove myself to be strong
and capable when IÕm so clearly small compared to people I face up against, but
I can prove to myself that without their validation I can find confidence in my
work. With so much energy, pikas realize that they
are Ņresponsible for (their) own life and (their) own destiny,Ó [IX] and a setback doesnÕt defeat them, it strengthens
them. Admitting defeat and excusing motivation is easy, but, Ņthere is no
expectation for other people to do the work for you or to take you where you
need to be,Ó [X] and the pikas exemplify this lesson,
which is something I hope to emulate.
Spirit animals arenÕt meant to conform to each
individualÕs unique personalities. IÕve realized that
I donÕt work as often as the pika does, nor do I have
the strength to tackle overwhelming challenges without contriteness. ItÕs
obvious I donÕt live each summer wondering if IÕve worked hard enough to
survive the next winter, but that doesnÕt mean I canÕt learn to have those same
feverish thoughts. And in time, I hope the pika shows
me the way to this confidence.
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[I] Chris Lttichau,
Animal Spirit Guides: Discover your power animal and the shamanic path (New
York: CICO Books, 2009), 151.
[II] Sylvia A. Johnson, Animals of the
Mountains (Minneapolis: Lerner Publications Co., 1976), 8.
[III] Chris Ray,
Erik Beever, and Scott Loarie,
ŅRetreat of the American Pika: Up the Mountain or
into the Void?Ó in Wildlife Conservation in a Changing Climate, ed. Jedediah F. Brodie, Eric Post, and Daniel F. Doak, 247.
[IV] ŅGlobal Warming and the American Pika,Ó National Wildlife Federation, accessed September 27,
2016, https://www.nwf.org/Wildlife/Threats-to-Wildlife/Global-Warming/Effects-on-Wildlife-and-Habitat/Pika.aspx
[V] Ray, Beever, and Loarie, ŅRetreat of the American Pika:
Up the Mountain or into the Void?Ó 246.
[VI] ŅGlobal Warming and the American PikaÓ
[VII] Charles Foster, Being a Beast, (New
York: Metropolitan Books, Henry Holt and Company, 2016), 16.
[VIII] Steven D. Farmer, Power Animals: How to
connect with your animal spirit guide, (Carlsbad, Calif: Hay House, 2004), 31.
[IX] Lttichau, Animal Spirit Guides,
154.
[X] Lttichau, Animal Spirit Guides,
154.
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1) Round Pika on a
Talus: http://now.howstuffworks.com/2016/02/25/things-looking-up-american-pika
2) Pika Call: https://www.nps.gov/romo/learn/nature/pikas.htm
3) Pika foraging: http://blog.nature.org/science/2014/04/22/citizen-science-tuesday-pika-project-nature-conservation/
4) Scale of Animal Sizes: Sylvia A.
Johnson, Animals of the Mountains (Minneapolis: Lerner Publications Co., 1976),
28.
5) Pika eating: http://magicvalley.com/lifestyles/recreation/pika-faces-extinction-in-craters-of-the-moon/article_d24be600-a5bf-5532-82e0-76762f10b0c4.html