Light Seeking

Author: seasonalight (Page 1 of 31)

Ecophilosopher and nature photographer with a passion for wider ecological understanding and symbioethics.

Bruticulture – a neologism

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Median mental states and habits of society, but a toxicity. Enculturation and socialization by “normative” instruments such as mass media;  the ideas, customs, and social behaviour of society influenced by phenomenon that are directly and indirectly a human violence unleashed upon LIFE and Life-ism.

Bruticulture

English, brutal, meaning cruel or thoughtless. From latin, brutus, meaning heavy, dull, stupid, insensible, unreasonable.

English, culture, an umbrella term meaning ideas, customs and social behaviours of individuals, groups or societies. From latin, cultura, meaning tillage, a cultivating, agriculture, figuratively meaning care, culture, an honoring.

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300th Blog – The flow of Fluminism.

Heptagenia sulphurea mayfly emerges straight from the Wye and lands on my finger.

 

This is my 300th blog, and it needs my recognition. This is no small feat considering my personal story over the last seven years.

From just a laptop with a wifi connection—a Twitter account, a blog— to a Masters, to my current PhD position, I’ve worked as hard as a beaver in the Johnny Mack river to find channels of flow for my ecophilosophy Fluminism.

It is, at last, beginning to travel from person to person—already flowing through wild teresapien lives and nature-intimate ways of human life, of course—but now journals and websites too, and a beautiful little book of my dissertation (thanks to fellow symbioethicist and ecopoet, Jorge Riechmann) in the Spanish language and internationally. … Read more

The Turn Against “The Great Turning.”

The Severn Bridge, over 50 years old. A monument to Capitalism, where no living being other than a few powerful humans consented to its existence. Photo by me.

 

Via @KevinClimate Simon Sharpe – Deciding how to decide: potential for change in policy ap… https://t.co/TwHm8GwYXS

If you can stomach it.

— Ginny, Awildian (@seasonalight) May 27, 2021

I am grateful to Kevin Anderson for posting this online talk by Simon Sharpe, and unsurprised the organisers and participants wanted to extend viewings beyond Exeter University (cyber) walls. This is how these ideas are “sold” ~ there’s a structure to the method ~ and I’m afraid we are being sold a terrible injustice. … Read more

Symnexia, to replace Sanguimund

In the River Arrow, photo by me.

I’ve been unhappy for a while now with my word “sanguimund” (Latin for Blood Earth) to describe the visceral, living human emotional connection with life on Earth. I found out about the fascist term “blood and soil” ” Blut und Boden” not long after the publication of Fluminismo. It isn’t good enough to plead “but I didn’t know.” I must attend to it, even if sanguimund could be viewed as connecting all humans, equally, to the entire world (mund), therefore flattening out any kind of hierarchy, racism or supremacy. It’s too close, however, and I despise ecofascism. … Read more

Bhewtics ~ nature mentors

Me and my gal. I hope I have been a good bhewtic for her.

 

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 to our roots: to the Proto Indo-European language and keeping it simple.

Bhewtis ~  nature.

With the suffix “ic,” meaning pertaining to, as in the word “medic” which means pertaining to heal. … Read more

Breakdowns and Mendups!

Lichen world, photo by me.

 

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 not very accurate, however, because the climate is not breaking down by the basic laws of thermodynamics. What is happening is an Earthly systemic response to broken ethics and general overreach.

Conditions for survival are becoming unfavourable to many forms of LIFE, especially in places where the parameters are already tight, like the equator and the poles, or where the seasons are rapidly changing: on the edges such as coastal regions, shifting deserts, high mountains, and downstream of melting glaciers, river flood plains, or if the Atlantic Ocean Conveyor (AMOC) stops in its tracks, most of Western Europe. … Read more

On Climate as the Dominant Meme.

Rain shapeshifts the trees and their unseen communities through glass. Photo by me.

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 poorly. LIFE is mutualism en masse, symbiosis as a continued wave down deep in the rock to surprisingly high in the atmosphere. This is why I have coined the word symbioethics

Please, think about how you use the word climate, despite the big crowds in high politics going on and on because of pressure to “do” something as opposed to “nothing”. … Read more

The tree, the lizard, and the lyrebird.

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. Each line represents a shared experience. It was sent to the subject, by the way, and received as well as was hoped. I wanted to save it here, just in case it’s immediately lost into the dust.

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The tree, the lizard, and the lyrebird.

You’re the tree of all our secrets
You’re the glass held to my lips
You’re the panic of the python
You’re the wine she never sips

You’re the golden of the bower
You’re the butterfly on my wrist
You’re the silence of the fireflies
You’re the lizard in the mist

You’re the painting of the dipper
You’re the rosella of my words
You’re the keeper of our mothers
You’re the guardian of their birds

You’re my lyrebird of the shadows
You’re my orchid on the tongues
You’re my wildfires of uncertainty
You’re the red-smoke in my lungs

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Capler

The Wye, South Herefordshire. Photo by me.

 

Hey you, who abandoned me at life’s worst moment; who lied to all of us. Who told me of a love, un-encounterable to most. The path that cut steep down through red soils was lined by light. Tiny stars of wood anemone watched over my eager feet as I moved down through the bluebells having their first conversations with the early bees. All seemed so narrow, a weight, but with an unfurling canopy of shock-green saving me from a complete molten, lead sky.

 

But at the base, where woods fall literally into the river, the sky came in with a bright summer blue, and I stopped to take a deep breath. … Read more

Anthrophonalgia ~ a plague

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 mulchers sounding their destructiveness and scaring all the birds from the trees and fish from their shaded retreats under the riverbanks, or even the abominable racket made at the local recycling yard next door to a so-called off-set ecological site at the new Skylon Park, Rotherwas Industrial Estate, Hereford (see below). … Read more

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