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Climate and ecological justice – fight for both! A Tweeterie

Climate scientists and activists are still tending to think and communicate to the masses in human socio-political terms, even going so far as to reject the worth of saving NGO-promo animals (trees, whales, pandas, polar bears), or other teresapiens in general as an un-emotive or meaningless exercise, and continuing to place the human species as central to all like a gravitational force.

To bring people into the Nawoken, may require the initial motivation of something much closer to themselves. What immediately touches us drives us. But tragically, that too is a legacy of white, ‘Enlightenment’ colonialist separation, reductionism, or bifurcation. Many of the indigenous communities, before the violence of European colonisation erupted, were already living vast eco-logical interconnected lives, honouring and respecting living beings and places, to include the inorganic, where humans were culturally not centre-placed in isolation in all decision making. … Read more

My own mental wellbeing, welldoing.

In the young wood, Westhope, where the sparrowhawks wheel. Photo by me.
This, chosen as one of the Guardian readers top 2010 photos.

I just want to note this moment in terms of my own mental health. As an ecophilosopher, I do not separate myself from my thoughts. It would be like ripping me apart, limb from limb. I write about life-love as a devotion, and I am similarly devoted to my cause. These are exceptional and difficult times, and it is important to recognise despair and kindle hope. If someone attacks my core devotion, and any attempt to recognise despair and kindle hope, they are attacking me. … Read more

A note on ecolinguistics and my neologisms.

L is for Language (photo by me)

 

My first language is English. It matters not what my ethnic heritage is or is not. I did not choose for it to be. I was born into an English speaking family.

English, according to linguistics scholars, is a Western Germanic language on the family tree of all languages. It also uses core words originating in Latin, French, Norse, and others through acts of (brutal) Colonialism.

I am also aware that English is also contended as the “lingua franca”, the first globalized linguistic strategy of humans, but I would argue against that as a good thing, as I would argue against the validity of globalization itself. … Read more

Anthropivot/al

Yellow Shell moth: Camptogramma bilineata, on my finger. Photo by me.

 

Human moments in time/space where great change could arise, good or bad, especially in relation to problems of the Anthropocene.

Anthrop from Greek anthrōpos “man; human being”

Pivot/al, a thing, act, or being of critical importance  to the development or success of that thing, act, or being, or something else.

Anthropivotal.

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Healing, and The Stubborn Light of Things.

If you haven’t heard Melissa Harrison’s The Stubborn Light of Things, you’re missing a treat; it is a salve for our times. It began at the start of lockdown here in the UK, intent on bringing the natural world, at least in audio, to those more unable to get out. This week (number 25), I’m honoured to be taking part.

Melissa is an award winning nature writer, novelist, diarist, and now podcaster (with a wonderful supporting team), and I possess all her books. I look forward to adding her latest to my shelves, a collection of her beloved Nature Notebook columns written for The Times, now to be published in hardback this coming November by Faber & Faber, also named The Stubborn Light of Things. … Read more

Queen Guanine.

I am in my new, rented, Victorian back yard, refreshing the pot garden and pond in the fading light, though there’s a spectacular beauty who already presides here, and I acknowledge I am in her realm. She is known by the taxonomists as Araneus diadematus, garden orb-web spider, but I call her Queen. Queen has made her home inside the head of my sea horse wind chime, and I have to remember to avoid her incredible web at all times as I carefully potter about in her shadow.

White markings on her abdomen in the shape of a cross are made from cells containing the protein guanine. … Read more

Llangwella

Coal spoils at Llanbradach, South Wales. Photo by me. Please click on the photo for more information from the Wildlife Trusts on the nature of Llangwellas known so far as Brownfield Sites.

A while back, I was asked by Jo Cartmell, @watervole and @nearbywild on Twitter, to think about creating a new word instead of ‘brownfield’ when referring to abandoned industrial or waste land after development. As she rightly points out, some of these places can be buzzing with the most amazing wildlife, often small and beyond of our consciousness at first, due to the exquisite evolutionary process of primary succession.

I know such sites, and feel the pain of their making, the joy of their gradual strive to return to the floloca. … Read more

Cause, effect. Offer, accept.

The Wye, Autumn. Photo by me.

 

Manchester Metropolitan University

Course: PHD

Working Research Title: Love is the River; ecology, emotion and resistance

Faculty: Faculty Of Arts & Humanities ~ Manchester Writing School.

Director of Studies: Paul Evans

Proposed Supervisor(s): Gregory Norminton

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I am honoured, daunted and yet excited to share this with you all.

At 50, after a type 3 cancer diagnosis and treatment to lengthen my life,  if only a few years…

If this is the last project I’ll do, I’ll be content.

And to have such an esteemed team! I am so, so grateful for this chance.

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An extraordinary encounter.

I haven’t been to Bodenham Lake for a few years. Last time, I sat with my little girl in a bird hide on a cold wintry day, with Bendog at my knee, bewitched by barnacle geese feeding and preening. Today, Gracie started sixth form college, so I decided to mark it with a wilder walk on my own.

My intention was for a quiet moment of reflection. But, ah, to wander the old quarry lake worked hard by the Wildlife Trust for the benefit of gentle waders, with their stick-thin legs and crackable eggs. With internal combustion engines at full blast, and the other crushing, whiny sounds of bulldozers and chainsaws travelling loud across an expanse of flat, steely grey, there were no water birds to be seen. … Read more

Moved

Wye at Hereford – mute swan paddles through reflections of the Bishop’s Palace. Photo by me.

 

Moved.

From our big sky vista to a small Victorian brick yard, my pot garden is ruffled, but not dead. Plants, some bagged for ease of carry, are limp over algae concrete sloping to a small drain cover I already cleaned.

I couldn’t face a last fare-thee-well to my Cardiffian birds. I looked up briefly through the crack in the door, hand on steering wheel, as I lowered into the driving seat. A few gulls and pigeons peered down at me from the balcony wall, and I felt rightly judged. … Read more

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