I watched them soar then beat their wings so quick, like bats, tumble-twist and rise again. Uphill, sometimes uplifted, falling like sycamore samara. Higher, higher, dissolving to nothing. #swifts
— Ginny (@ginbat) June 13, 2018
Originally written at the invitation of the Wildlife Trusts, 4 November 2015.
“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 of it.
Our actions are inextricably linked with its wellbeing. Anthropogenic climate change and the loss of living species, both individually and in their interconnectivity and breadth (biodiversity), are the twin flames of nature discordance. We are overdue in doing something substantial to change this.
In that context, why have so many people lost (or never knew) all sense on how to truly look after our home? … Read more
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.
As an adult, come rain or shine, daily bounds of five miles or more were the norm until my Ben-dog grew blind and arthritic. Now, he’s gone, and with anemia and hormonal treatments which bring on oedema, I’m lucky to go out for a stroll in the park. … Read more
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 visiting one place of nature, exploring as a child, all the senses engaged, emotional fluidity but no mental fight, is a building of strength to our cause.
But it is not all. The key is in the word ‘visiting’.
The strength of becoming of that place is process ~ a virtue. … Read more
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 me feel I am ‘home.’ But today I’m just a bit wobbly. … Read more
One of my first investigations into plant sentience, I found this via Q&As, New Scientist Blog 2006.
Wonderful words to note:
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Chronophage, metaphor for time eating, Cambridge. Photo by me.
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 have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him.
William Shakespeare, Macbeth. Act 5 Scene 1
An imaginary blood spot on the hand that can never be removed, with such guilt perceived, admonishable of an awful wrongdoing; of a conscience for procuring the murder, by her husband, Macbeth, of old King Duncan. … Read more
“Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing” Arundhati Roy
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 over. I expect to repay a personal and professional debt deep into the year, none-the-less, for over-zealous expectations and bitter disappointments.
Reason and passion can provide us with a strong sense of purpose. And having that meaning in life, and in love, is grist against a flood of uncertainty. … Read more