The Calls of the Loons

This narratied video on Yellow-billed Loons in Arctic Russia speaks for itself. Few things are more lovely or haunting than the sound of Loons.

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About Gordon C. Stewart

I've always liked quiet. And, like most people, I've experienced the world's madness. "Be Still! Departure from Collective Madness" (Wipf and Stock Publishers, Jan. 2017) distills 47 years of experiencing stillness and madness as a campus minister and Presbyterian pastor (IL, WI, NY, OH, and MN), poverty criminal law firm executive director, and social commentator. Our cat Lady Barclay reminds me to calm down and be much more still than I would be without her.

4 thoughts on “The Calls of the Loons

  1. Many years ago now, the last thing my nephew saw before feeding the suicide gas into his car was something beautiful, as he reported on the tape he recorded, “And the mama loons are teaching their babies to swim.”

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    • The sound of the loons strikes me a forelorness, a sense we seldom want to feel. It’s too deep. Too frightening perhaps, although we cannot help but listen to their calls. Our voices and calls are “more civilized” we think. Our speech superior to theirs, we think. But ours is a search for meaning; theirs is an embrace of the darkness and the light, the warmth and the cold. They know nothing of the gas feeding tubes to which folks repair. That you nephew recorded the beauty of the loons speaks pehaps as loudly as his suicide – perhaps louder , a loud crying out for primal depths beneath the vain cries of a wacko civilization in denial of its limits.

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