It’s 9:30 pm when I hear from the speaker at the podium that the Inergy representative left the building before the public hearing ended. David Bimber, the regional head of the New York Department of Environmental Conservation whose job it is to approve or deny Inergy’s gas storage proposal, is nowhere to be seen. Our local elected officials did not show up for this public hearing. Half of the 600 people in the high school auditorium have left. A few close their eyes with exhaustion. The rest have angry faces.
I arrived at 4:30 on the corner outside the Watkins Glen High School with my “No LPG facility” sign and stood with friends and strangers to protest the storage of liquid petroleum gas (LPG) in the salt mines beneath Seneca Lake. Watkins Glen and its neighboring township Reading are old salt mining communities. The water-filled caverns are extensive and hundreds of feet deep, promising cheap storage for the gas industry and nightmares of water pollution and explosive accidents for those who live here. The nuclear industry proposed storing spent fuel rods in the mines a few years back, but the permit was denied because of fault lines under the caverns. Apparently, LPG gas under the lake and a plan to turn this small and exquisite tourist area into the LPG gas distribution center for the northeastern United States doesn’t evoke the same fears as nuclear waste.
Last night, I drove three miles from my home to the shore of Seneca Lake. The water mirrored the setting sun and apricot streaked sky. Willow, my Labrador retriever who takes to the water like a harbor seal, quivered and bounced as we drove down the lake road toward the boat launch site.
I walked to the end of the dock and hurled a stick. Willow launched her sleek brown body off the dock, belly flopped with a splat, and pumped toward the stick. Nearby ducks quacked and lifted beaks of seaweed, unthreatened by our commotion. My tight shoulders dropped with a sigh. For days, I’d labored over a four-page comment letter to the DEC to protest Inergy’s plan. I’d focused on every alarming problem with the proposed storage site. Just above the lake, they plan a 14-acre brine pond, an industrial flare, and a noisy industrial facility. There are nearly one hundred salt mines nearby. The possibilities are staggering.
In the high school auditorium, my exasperation ties me in knots. I want to run away from the ugly feelings—mine and everyone’s. I see how my anger mirrors the antagonism of the gas company that feels thwarted by protesters. Anger closes my heart and makes me forget that we are on this planet together, living and dying together.
Chagrined, I turn to what has helped me survive many hostile town and county government meetings this year. I chant an ancient name of the lake inwardly, silently, as a healing prayer for Her and for myself.
Ga nun da sa ga Te car ne o di
The modern name Seneca Lake comes from the Seneca Indians who once lived here. Michael DeMunn, a local conservation forester and writer whose grandmother was a Seneca Indian clan mother, told me his grandmother said the lake loves hearing her true name which is roughly translated as Lake in the Hills. When I repeat the sounds, my heart opens and I remember to hold a calm center in the midst of frustration, betrayal, and human greed for cheap energy.
We need a miracle to protect you, Mother Lake. You are beautiful and vast, the deepest and largest of the Finger Lakes. You are the home of many living beings besides humans. Your waters can be wild and churning, but last night, you soothed my anger with placid water, reflecting your calm acceptance of what is. You will be here long after these unruly people, this building, this town, and I are gone. May we leave You clean and full of life for those who come after us.
Ga nun da sa ga Te car ne o di
For details about gas storage in the salt mines under Seneca Lake, see Gas Free Seneca
This is so beautifully written, Elaine. Thank you. Please share widely.
Thank you, Gerri, for reading and commenting on my post. Even though I usually write about the personal grief of my husband’s death and creating a new life for myself, I’ve had more readers for this blog than any others. I’m trying to share it and appreciate help with this. The holiness of Seneca Lake and the Finger Lakes resonates for many of us. The more the land and water are threatened, the more we are aware of our love and need to protect. So, the lake mothers us and we mother the lake.
Thank you, Elaine, as always, for your thoughtfulness and refusal to demonize the opposition…AGR
Gita, I appreciate your observation about not demonizing the opposition. It’s a job to fight for justice without anger, but so many of my favorite teachers–the Dalai Lama, Pema Chodron, Marion Woodman–teach that this is the only way. It’s easier to hold a balance in writing than in person!
Thank you, Elaine, for this beautiful piece that touches my gut and heart.
Tony, it’s nice to hear from you and I’m so glad my piece spoke to you. I wish I had more good nature pieces up my sleeve, but do plan to write about my experiences with the Finger Lakes Land Trust and the conservation easement on this land. It was especially uplifting to find the sacred name of Seneca Lake. Too bad I can’t pronounce it well, but I trust the lake forgives me.
Elaine, I think I’d like to read your entry and put up your photograph on my new Ithaca public access TV show “Walk in the Park,” which premieres this week, and then I will put the episode up on YouTube and embed it in a post in my blog. Would you be happy with me doing that?
Very happy. If you’d like, I could read it. Either way that feels right for you.
Maybe we can meet somewhere and I could videotape you reading it.
This sounds like a great little project, Tony. Why don’t you email me at email@example.com and we can make arrangements? I’m in town quite often or it’s beautiful in my neighborhood, so whatever works best for you. I look forward to hearing more about your projects.
Thanks for sending me this link E. It’s another beautifully written piece. I am particularly glad for myself to to now also know the true name of Seneca Lake. I will memorize it and include it in my prayers.
Thank you, Dennis. I’ll take part in the prayer walk next weekend and look forward to a day of walking meditation and prayer for the lake and all the water of the world. Water is Life, and we know that so intimately now.