e.g. try Fluminism, Symbioethics, Nature, or Climate
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Quite astonishingly, we don’t have a special word in English for those who would mentor others in studying nature, in finding connections with nature, and in being part of nature. I want to be able to give credence to those who would do such work. In finding the word, I am simply going back
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The Anthropocentric mindset is the root of so many faultlines in our linguistic approach to Earth Crisis/es. One of the latest buzz phrases is “climate breakdown”. I think it was meant to put the fear of God in everyone, to urge everyone to act. What would we all be with a broken climate? Dust! It’s
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I’ve come to realise, friends, that even some of the most influential speakers and writers of words on climate do not understand even the basics of Earth as an entire dynamic system of systems. I go further and say that a repetitive use of the word climate as the dominant meme is now serving LIFE
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Last year, I attended an online poetry workshop hosted by the great poet Lemn Sissay. We were set a task to create a poem with a particular structure beginning with “You’re the”…. It was meant for someone or something we either loved or hated; an expression to them from deep inside the heart. Here’s mine.
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Spring has sprung and, locally, the human capacity to create even more noise than usual is in full swing. Lately, I have recorded on my phone a plague of noises generated by people and their loud, intrusive tools, be it an iPod and speakers aboard a stand-up-paddleboard floating down the Wye, leaf blowers, lawnmowers, and
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Breaking the atmosphere: This is literally what rockets are designed to do. To break free from Earth’s immediate gravity, to escape from our atmosphere and into the beyond whilst stealing supplies, all without Earthly consent. The ultimate dying consumer is one that devours the systems it relies upon. These men (the gatekeepers are white men),
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Over the next few months, I’ll be doing a series of moments on the Wye; an in situ telling and collection of personal experiences that helped shape my creation of Fluminism as a symbioethic. One: Eaton Camp, Wye. Trigger Warning: Contains distressing descriptions of the memories of suicide ideation and behaviour. If you are feeling
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Flumilightenment: A resistance to birfurcated thought, and a rejection of the word “environmentalism”. For too long, environment has been treated as something external to us. We are drip-fed news about the non-descript environment as if it were: External to us – somewhere “out there”. A choice, option, preference, or hobby. Something that others make a
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Last summer, I am swimming in the cool Arrow just west of ye olde Penebrugge, keeping my nose above the silk-smooth, trying to find a rhythm against the strong flow. The sun is strong, and all winter’s ghosts abandon me for the ocean. Under me swim a million Atlantic salmon lost to hunting and distress.
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My daughter has been through a huge amount this last few weeks, not least losing a classmate to suicide, worrying about my own isolation due to possible coronavirus infection, potentially transmitting asymptomatically to her grandmother, plus GCSEs now cancelled after she has worked and prepared so hard for them. Despite everything, she has prepared an…
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There’s nothing more simple nor complex than love. Love is life-force manifest as relationship, the process of doing that makes life real and meaningful. I call this Fluminism. Life is so strikingly complex; a dynamic weave we share no full comprehension, and perhaps never will. In our un-sapient attempt to shrink this world mentally and…
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Oh life! You can be so brutal. This week, a young person, a classmate in my daughter’s year, succumbed to the rawest severity of depression. She took her own life, trapped in that state of belief where there seems no other escape. I understand, because I too have been to the very edge. This young…
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Toda la vida es siempre fluida, simbiótica e interconectada. En la comprensión, protegemos y proliferamos los procesos de florecimiento de la vida. El fluminismo es una forma poderosa de amor, y lo ofrezco en resistencia a la mercantilización destructiva. Este PDF es una contribución fluminista / fluminescente de todos los involucrados en la traducción de…
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New words for new times. Modern humans spend a lot more time dwelling on the past rather than contemplating the future. This is reflected in the words we use (as are most things). Times are changing and, with Earth in crisis, we are needing to imagine our futures ~ preferably, good ones. With so many…
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“FLUMINISMO. El amor y la ecología como fuerza integradora para el bien y como resistencia contra la mercantilización de la naturaleza y los daños planetarios.” “Fluminism. Love and ecology as an integrative force for good, and as resistance to the commodification of nature and planetary harms.” I have some exciting news. My treatise and…
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Biosemiotics is an increasingly important study for our westernised species Homo hubris. Observant of signs between living beings, it is a process and, therefore, relevant to the ecophilosophy of Fluminism. “Relationships are strengthened via language in multiple forms, indeed a world of biosemiotics exists between all living beings (Wheeler, W), experience and even memory.” Introducing Fluminism (Battson,…
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I have been looking at the word social in relation to symbiosis/fluminism. ‘Sociability’ in teresapien life is studied by biologists. But its daily use relates to human sociability, sociology, etc. The ‘ecosocial’ is already in use, but again this is largely interpreted as human-centric with a bias towards external ‘environment.’ For instance, in ecosocial ‘design.’…
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Look up in a clear blue sky on any given day and you’ll most likely see at least one vapour trail, if not many. It depends on where you are in relation to global aviation flight corridors. From satellites, they are often seen to scar up so badly it’s as if giant whips have been…
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https://twitter.com/seasonalight/status/1213780330064359424?s=20 From the Greek, trauma ~ “a wound, a hurt; a defeat,” from PIE *trau + genitive of latin, mundus ~ “universe, world” mundi. ~~~~~~~
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At the top of a wide staircase, under the light of a golden chandelier, I met an elderly man with depth to his eyes, leaning on a stick. We smiled, and began to speak of love and nature ~ that sponteneity, with a stranger. It’s rare. And memorable. A few moments before, we shared an…
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Verb, to Natbag. To be a natbagger. Natbagging (a habit). The collection of natural items (or manuports) put in one’s bag or pocket to be taken home or elsewhere. Often instinctive. Examples to include *but not limited to* ~ shells, petals, buds, exuviae, feathers, wasp nest fragments, lichen, pebbles, seeds, dead butterfly wings, sheep…
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Art by NATASHA ZETA, Cracked Perspective (butterfly piece). Please click on the image for more information about this artist and her work. ~~~ Seven years, they say, of bad luck. This UK Election was a mirror, a moment for deep change. And today, it feels like the mirror cracked. This is precious time; this seven years…
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Towards the Symbiocene, Futureflo chart by me. Charting direction, death and hope, in context of life, abundant. I hope it generates discussion, at least. https://twitter.com/seasonalight/status/1138770583649509381?s=20 (sensible comments/improvements most welcome). ~~~~~
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Non-human? I have come to despise that we treat all other species in the negative and in comparison to our own species with such overt exceptionalism. At the same time, I do not wish any new word to accentuate separateness. “More-than/beyond” also points to hierarchy and distance where there are none. I’ve worked on this…
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It happened in a flash. A broad silver flank with a pink tinge lifted clear into river spray, a single twist, and a lunge towards a roaring steep slope of weir. The body jolted and slipped backwards into the white froth from where it had leaped. He did leap high. I saw him. Atlantic salmon…
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We played the common land this evening, dipped the bumps: the hawthorn pits, while a buzzard observed our sport from a noble branch of sloe. Buzzard reserved her verdict as the aviary ceiling closed above us, swallowing the stars. When she had vanished, we strolled far into the dark, hollow grove recalling her quiet perceptions.…
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Loca ~ place (latin). Cede ~ to yield, give up. To locacede ~ to withdraw from a place, to directly decolonise humans from an ecological system. To withdraw oneself or a dominant human community voluntarily from a floloca, thereby allowing non-human processes to reclaim in quietude. To do so is based on the best information…
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“I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.” – Amy, Little Women, by Louisa May Alcott My daughter’s image flickers up on a wallmounted screen in our old Victorian attic flat. A fluff-puff ball of white is the first thing to see on this oddly modern intercom after…
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I have decided to publish the children’s story I wrote and illustrated, whilst as an inpatient and during recovery from PTSD, after my mother’s suicide. There is a recording too, at the bottom of the page. I hope you enjoy. ~~~~ There once was a girl called Tinika, who lived with her grandmother near a…
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Pacman eats a power pill. ~~~~ Homo hubris: Any human being who continues to embrace the Anthropocene as good; to dominate natural processes without cessation, to encourage all others to do so, and to be blind/deaf to any other ways of being, being foolish. Homo ~ human, though etymology stems from MAN. Hubris – excessive…
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Today, it is me. But we are all connected. I deal with love in my work everyday, it’s my legal and illegal tender, my blood-currency and reason for cellular being. I know about its multi-fractured complications. Fuck, it’s hard sometimes, especially when you feel you’re going under… again and again and again. When there’s…
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Leading British Medical journal, The Lancet, going strong as a traditional peer-reviewed publication since 1823, tweeted this today… Today #ExtinctionRebellion begin 2 weeks of of non-violent political action against the world’s governments for their criminal inaction on the climate and ecological crisis@richardhorton1 writes about the part health workers should play https://t.co/rYYTGJCdZn @DoctorsXr — The Lancet…
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After the age of 7, I admit to never feeling comfortable with teenage boys. I avoided them, especially at night. Today, in my imagination, I was 12 years old again, in an old homework room at boarding school. Hot tears were running down my face from painful homesickness for my Mum and the wild I…
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It’s Autumnal Equinox in the Northern hemisphere, a point where night and day bridge equivalence like giant balancing scales. There is no opposition. All is flow throughout our annual voyage around the Sun. Yet light and dark are opposites. Time flows constantly like a river, woven through life and death, change and recurrence: The sequence…
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It’s enough to realise just how much money oil companies globally have made over this last couple of years, leave alone centuries, and have, generally, not equitably distributed it. First, they facilitated climate change by producing and marketing the fossil fuels that were burned by industry, transport and buildings to release green house gases. Then they…
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Weid ~ to see, as in to know (PIE). Witan – wit, wise, wisdom (Old English). Legh ~ pronounced lay – lie down (PIE). Root of lazy. Root of law. Witanslay ~ a wise laziness. A necessity sometimes, for the ones who seek a new era of Earth integrated and symbiotic life ~ to be…
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I have not written here for a few weeks. Sometimes, those personal insecurities become a block. I’m OK now. I love to write, because I love life. Today, I am compelled to write, because I love life, compulsively. ~~~ Have you watched the documentary, The Great Hack? It’s on Netflix right now. I urge you…
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A rubble road crests a ridge above the old coal pit village of Llanbradach. Breeze blocks and plastics are decaying to dust, beginning to press themselves shallow into the chorography of this place. I stand on a jumble of human fall-out, taking in the views, and think of my father; and his father. Llanbradach Hill…
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Since my article published in Earthlines, Technofossils and Radionuclides, welcome to the Anthropocene, I have been referencing the significant work of Australian philosopher, Professor Glenn Albrecht. Glenn is renowned for his term Solastalgia, as reported before in the New York Times, now embeded in popular culture, for example, featured as the title of the fifth studio album by Australian…
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Joe’s Harkness’s Bird Therapy is a thing of healing. This is a man that has been to the lowest emotional point; the first few opening lines allow a glimpse of the depths of colourlessness that depression can bring, the point at which the pain comes to zero, and there seems nothing left to value, not…
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“Flowers are the beautiful hieroglyphics of nature with which she indicates how much she loves us.” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Let in the light. Deep in a wooded glade on the northern fringes of Cardiff, bright sunlight filters down through an unfolding verdant canopy to an array of snow-white starlets gleaming along the woodland floor. …
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Rockle ~ the sound of beach rocks drawn seaward by the backrush of waves. An energy released from a key process of beach erosion, the making of shingle and sand habitats. ~~~~~~~~~~~~
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“Wren; small, migratory singing bird, Old English wrenna, metathesis variation of earlier werna, a Germanic word of uncertain origin. Compare Icelandic rindill, Old High German wrendo, wrendilo “wren.” (etymonline.com) The suffix like is a model for Spring Theory, an evolution from the root gelic, lic, like, and to ly. ~~~~~~~ Wren perched in a…
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I have been thinking of Earth Crisis, the sixth extinction and futures. Paleontology proves such catastrophic shifts in abundance and diversity of life have happened before, and more quickly than one might imagine. This time, the trajectories of evolution ahead of us, or the new biogenics of Earth systems, have been irreparably skewed or deviated by…
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“The love for all living creatures is the most noble attribute of (hu)man(ity).” ~ Charles Darwin The path rolled out in front of me like the lolling tongue of a happy dog. My strides were photon pulses upwards from a gloomy darkness that had haunted me for an age. Elm trees stood as watchmen, and…
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In this piece of prose, I am expressing myself at a juncture in life, a collision of complex matters that are important to me right now, and causing me much emotional pain ~ love, Earth crisis, cancer. I hope to explore the idea that some ambivalence, far from being malign in relationships (with humans, non…
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“Love, in relation to ambivalence, has its own vicissitudes. Our recognition that these are inevitable – and indeed an internal part of love – allows them to seem less a reason to give up. And, of course, the same point applies in our sense of those we love.” John Armstrong, Conditions of Love; The philosophy of…
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Cardiff Bay rolled out in front of me, gold foil under an open sky. The light hummed a deep serene as I walked out on to the boardwalk. I wanted to commune with wild birds. Black-headed gulls preened and feather-shook to forge water diamonds in the early evening glow some distance away. I leaned over…
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Observe a European magpie, Pica pica, balancing on a perch in the wind. She’s a whirl of black and white feather-tempest, a stunning aves with a glint in each onyx eye. If sunbeams infuse among her barbules, purple-blue-green iridescence radiates out as a thing to behold. I live in a small attic flat on a…
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Otter spraint stained the smooth rock with a redness I’d not seen before. A translucent fish scale and tiny bones glowed in the shade beneath wintry stems crouching over the river’s edge. I’d been there a long while before noticing it. My intent was not to think about treatment. Nor cancer. Nor my complicated life, in general.…
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“Then they set out along the blacktop in the gunmetal light, shuffling through the ash, each the other’s world entire.” ― Cormac McCarthy, The Road Humans have been blazing trails for millennia. Our early ancestors followed the tracks of large migratory mammals who easily forged routes through the thickets of the wild. Then came the…
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29 October 2018 Dear Ginny Battson Thank you for your email of 10 October to the Cabinet Secretary for Education in relation to the ecoliteracy within the curriculum. I have been asked to reply on behalf of the Cabinet Secretary. The Welsh Government is committed to supporting our young people to develop the…
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“Cease being intimidated by the argument that a right action is impossible because it does not yield maximum profits, or that a wrong action is to be condoned because it pays.” Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac So much fury is coming our way, those of us who bear the burden of understanding extreme capitalism, and…
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This week, thousands of people marched the streets of London, calling for a second referendum on the British breakup with the European Union. Simultaneously, and perhaps connected in many ways, hundreds also marched in Lancashire to protest Cuadrilian fracking. And a group called Extinction Rebellion are planning active civil disruption, beginning at the end of…
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Green Space: Light which has a dominant wavelength of roughly 495–570 nm permeating a void. How could such a phrase be used so frequently, so poorly, to represent complex places of varied natural living process? The universe is full of space. If life-relations are broken-dead, then all you have is space. Such banality fails to…
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Dear Minister Thank you for the invite via Twitter to write to you further on egalitarian ecoliteracy. Now the latest IPCC report has been published, still erring on the conservative side yet relentless in its call for urgent action, I hope beyond measure you will advocate providing ALL Welsh children and adult learners with the…
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Today, I transfer my website to one powered by green energy and with no adverts. Please follow this link and you will be very welcome! Thank you so much for your continued support. With fluministic love, Ginny x http://www.seasonalight.com
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Photo by me. “These people have learned not from books, but in the fields, in the wood, on the river bank. Their teachers have been the birds themselves, when they sang to them, the sun when it left a glow of crimson behind it at setting, the very trees, and wild herbs.” —Anton Chekhov,…
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Photo by me. (dissertation extract, in continuing the ideal of co-operation, symbiosis and mutualism into, and of, language) 6.0 Language of Flow: Fluminism, Introducing Spring Theory. 6.1 The Need for Neologisms. Two particular yet simple words, love and ecology, are my inspiration in the creation of my own neologisms ~ fluminism, and then sanguimund and…
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(Dissertation extract, in continuing the ideal of co-operation, symbiosis and mutualism into, and of, language.) 6.0 Language of Flow: Fluminism, Introducing Spring Theory. 6.1 The Need for Neologisms. Two particular yet simple words, love and ecology, are my inspiration in the creation of my own neologisms ~ fluminism, and then sanguimund and praximund, the latter two as constituent parts…
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I have decided to publish my complete Masters dissertation on environmental ethics here, the culmination of years of research and thought. But it’s just the beginning… FINAL_2018_Dissertation_Ginny_Battson_Adrian_Davis Awarded: Distinction
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I have decided to publish my complete Masters dissertation on environmental ethics here, the culmination of years of research and thought. But it’s just the beginning… Photo by me. FINAL_2018_Dissertation_Ginny_Battson_Adrian_Davis awarded: Distinction.
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Photo by me. Poem by Walt Whitman A noiseless patient spider, I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself, Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. And you O my soul where you stand, Surrounded, detached, in…
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To speak of ‘limits to growth’ under a capitalistic market economy is as meaningless as to speak of limits of warfare under a warrior society. The moral pieties, that are voiced today by many well-meaning environmentalists, are as naive as the moral pieties of multinationals are manipulative. Capitalism can no more be ‘persuaded’ to limit…
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To speak of ‘limits to growth’ under a capitalistic market economy is as meaningless as to speak of limits of warfare under a warrior society. The moral pieties, that are voiced today by many well-meaning environmentalists, are as naive as the moral pieties of multinationals are manipulative. Capitalism can no more be ‘persuaded’ to…
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“When I mean abnormal cells, I do mean cancer.” In one sentence, the consultant moulded my existence into a finite entity. I felt shocked, blood pumping furiously through my neck. He went on, and as he did, I sat back in the chair and tried to take stock. A flurry of questions then fell out…
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“When I mean abnormal cells, I do mean cancer.” In one sentence, the consultant moulded my existence into a finite entity. I felt shocked, blood pumping furiously through my neck. He went on, and as he did, I sat back in the chair and tried to take stock. A flurry of questions then fell…
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The Holy Bible. Genesis. Chapter One. 26. “And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the…
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Photo by me cupido ~ yearning (Latin) lustri ~ wilderness/dens of wild beasts, wood, forests (Latin) As I sit here in the city, thinking, confined by recovery, I am yearning for the wild. I want to be where no humans live, where they are rare, where I can go in for a walk…
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Originally written at the invitation of the Wildlife Trusts, 4 November 2015. Photo by me. River Arrow, Daughter. “Nature is not a place to visit. It is home,” as Gary Snyder once wrote. Despite rejection from some quarters, the reality of the incredible life fundamental to Earth’s biosphere is that we humans are part…
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Unwellness has loomed heavily over me for the last few weeks. I have been awaiting test results for uterine cancer; so tired lately that I have almost come to halt. But I love to walk. It has been something in me since a small child. I have explored and ventured, with or without parental permission.…
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Wrought iron gate latch. Into the arboretum, Hergest Croft, Kington, Herefordshire. Photo by me. Unwellness has loomed heavily over me for the last few weeks. I have been awaiting test results for uterine cancer; so tired lately that I have almost come to halt. But I love to walk. It has been something in me…
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For the Irish yes vote, just now. Moral Status of Foetus – Final
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For the Irish yes vote, just now. Moral Status of Foetus – Final
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Photo of Forest Farm Nature Reserve by me Wu Wei, the ancient human philosophy of a state of being, brings our actions effortlessly in alignment with the ebb and flow of the elemental cycles of the natural world, and no more. We cause less harm. Less is more. That we may cultivate Wu Wei by…
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I am picking my way across the rough and slippery stones of St Mary’s Well Bay and, for the first time in my life, I feel uneasy making the crossing. I live to enjoy this kind of terrain, or by rivers and in woods. Immanent flows, finding life-gems and feeling physically tested makes…
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One of my first investigations into plant sentience, I found this via Q&As, New Scientist Blog 2006. Wonderful words to note: tubulin microtubule gravisensing circumnutation ~~~~~~~~~~
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Chronophage, metaphor for time eating, Cambridge. Photo by me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LADY MACBETH Out, damned spot! Out, I say!—One, two. Why, then, ’tis time to do ’t. Hell is murky!—Fie, my lord, fie! A soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?—Yet who would…
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“Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing” Arundhati Roy Behind the wall, on the wall and beyond the wall. The trees, the street lights. The lichen. A reflection on boundaries, species and freedoms in the Anthropocene. A small photo-exhibition…
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wood sorrel out this week, photo by me. The primroses are heavy yellow just now, and the first of the wood sorrels are opening out to Spring’s luminosity. I can see them ~ the colours, the freshness ~ yet all feels rather grey. It’s been a dark Winter for me and I am glad it’s all…
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wood sorrel out this week, photo by me. The primroses are heavy yellow just now, and the first of the wood sorrels are opening out to Spring’s luminosity. I can see them ~ the colours, the freshness ~ yet all feels rather grey. It’s been a dark Winter for me and I am glad it’s all…
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Red Kite over the Common. Photo by me. I’ve been looking through the noun ‘landscape,’ as if it were a clear window to times past. The views have been sculpted like soft clay, utterances as form, receding to early human roots. The earliest scene glimpsed through the word-window seems to be an area of open…
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My Ben came to the end of his life a week ago to the day. So many mixed emotions, but there was nothing else I could do. They come to you. They get old; they die. My daughter and I stroked his velvet ears, at home, as the vet injected him for the very last…
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Bombus lapidarius, the red-tailed bumblebee, photo by me. “Quality is never an accident. It is always the result of intelligent effort. There must be the will to produce a superior thing.” ― John Ruskin The banks of the river fell sharply away, just as Cormorant sunk beneath the surface like a lead weight. I traced…
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There once was a time when I was out of my head on benzodiazepines, and as sleepless as the City That Never Sleeps. Delivered by pumpkin-mice-magic (I can’t remember the car journey), I had found myself at the Cardinal Clinic, Windsor, to be treated intensively for PTSD. Peak Fall. Crisp, clear days; the birds sang brightly…
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Shiro of Hyphae, by me. ABSTRACT Key planetary boundaries are being exceeded by anthropogenic impacts, and at some pace (Rockstrom, et al). Climate change and biodiversity decline, consequences of hu- man/nature discordance, are impacting all aspects of human and non-human life and in all places on the planet. Human dominion has extended in the form…
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Female mallard, by me. UK nature, animal and conservation charities ~ some founded and inspired by courageous Victorian women such as Octavia Hill, Beatrix Potter, Anna Sewell, Alice Drakoules, Emily Williamson, Eliza Phillips ~ have been increasingly dominated by a patriarchal economy and scientific reductionism. I’m here to say that emotions are absolutely vital. Cast…
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We played the common land this evening, dipped the bumps: the hawthorn pits, while a buzzard observed our sport from a noble branch of sloe. Buzzard reserved her verdict as the aviary ceiling closed above us, swallowing the stars. When she had vanished, we strolled far into the dark, hollow grove recalling her quiet…
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Woodland Edge, photo by me. “As our mother earth is a mere speck in the sunbeam in the illimitable universe, so man himself is but a tiny grain of protoplasm in the perishable framework of organic nature. [This] clearly indicates the true place of man in nature, but it dissipates the prevalent illusion of man’s…
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In correspondence with my tutor… “The big point I am making, is that unlike holism, deep ecology, Naess, I am suggesting it is the interconnections/processes, the doing, the perpetuation of life, love as a doing word, not the overall ecosystem which require the vital protective emphasis and focus. The problem with holism is that it…
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Photo by me On social media, I read of a woman who recently experienced rejection from mental health services during a crisis of severe distress and suicidal thoughts. Seemingly, nurses judged she had been ill for so long and survived that she has developed coping mechanisms so did not need further support. How devastating must…
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Photo by me. https://twitter.com/ginbat/status/946807363385937921 https://twitter.com/ginbat/status/946807924076240896 https://twitter.com/ginbat/status/946809172322025474 https://twitter.com/ginbat/status/946815677595373568 I am hoping this will focus minds. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Photo by me. A few words on words. Two particular yet simple words, love and ecology, are my inspiration in the creation of my own neologisms ~ fluminism, and then sanguimund and praximund, the latter two as constituent parts of the former. As to the title of my thesis ~ Love and ecology; an integrative force…
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Folk memory is the mystery of human-nature time, a connection to ancestral imagination forged directly in the natural world. Even the unnatural and odd root us in something evermore powerful than ourselves ~ as powerful as evolution itself. All is possible. With mischievous ribbons, folk memory weaves, with words and mind-pictures, the ghosts of all…
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More than 15,000 scientists have signed a SECOND WARNING to humanity, that we must curtail the crippling damage we, as an interconnected species, are inflicting upon Planet Earth. I appeal to all humanities scholars, organisations and institutions. Please read this document, in full. World Scientists’ Warning to Humanity: A Second Notice It is time…
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More than 15,000 scientists have signed a SECOND WARNING to humanity, that we must curtail the crippling damage we, as an interconnected species, are inflicting upon Planet Earth. I appeal to all humanities scholars, organisations and institutions. Please read this document, in full. World Scientists’ Warning to Humanity: A Second Notice It is time…
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My path to the wood “The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer.” Dylan Thomas (1933) ~~~~~~~
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My path to the wood “The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer.” Dylan Thomas (1933) ~~~~~~~
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I have chosen my favorite book, not by intellectual analysis, reputation, or any kind of prophetic philosophy, but by its visceral and healing effect/affect on me as a child. The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady by Edith Holden. In Edith Holden, I found someone I felt knew me. “This book was given to me…
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I have been following the plight of the Manus Island and Nauru Detainees. The belligerence of the rightwing Australian coalition government is shameful. Ministers appear to be defending a right to hold refugees seeking asylum by boat in unfathomable conditions, with exposure to abuse and exploitation. Evidence continues to unfold of neglect in the provision of…
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A female Peregrine Falcon (left) and a male Peregrine Falcon (right) Photo via http://www.earthrangers.com A poem on raptorcide and sub-men. Dark bronze, and Gleam, Her eye is weaponry threaded to claw with naked hunger. Peregrine seeks no thrill into swift death. Time condenses, She knows her kill. Chick to mother, quick arrow Falconess like no human…
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