Spider and silk, photo by me.
Spiders intrigue me.
There are more than 48,000 species of them around the globe, some yet undiscovered by humans, and all of them, bar one that we know of, are predators. They are hugely diverse, reflect all spectrums of light, and are individually character-full.
I am being lured into their web of life.
Araneae are air-breathing invertebrates, with eight legs, fangs to inject venom, and spinnerets that extrude silk. Silk is a protein fibre, and used to create food traps, nests, egg coverings and air transport systems. Imagine if we, through our own bodily secretions, could produce all these things; fishing lines, bed linen, baby blankets, and parachutes. … Read more
I have to be honest with you, friends. I’m not feeling particularly optimistic. An utterly inept and dangerous government is one thing, but that anyone might still support it is now utterly beyond me. Couple this with a lack of British publisher support for ecophilosophy, as it is deemed not to be saleable on the market, and I have fallen into a hole.
We are into the realms of a new kind of popular, selfish ineptitude, and disregard for the value of life. Let’s see how these so-called ‘leaders’ and their ilk fare, when idolatry capitalism eventually crashes into dust, leaving a trail of loss, bloodshed and heartache never seen before in the history of mankind. … Read more
On Birdetal being During Lockdown
Feather by me
From my rooftop terrace on a hill in the city of Cardiff, in a vague state of suspended covi-disbelief you’ll recognize, I face due South into the eye of the midday sun. A man-jumble of roof, balustrade and wall contains what would otherwise be a 180 degree arc-view from East to West. The sky is none-the-less enormous, and I love it. Each day, I observe the clouds as if they are hastily evolving species, manifesting the effects of water and sky-physics, and stealing creature-ly shapes, every once in a while, stored deep in my imagination
Everything seems in tension, between closed and open, the constraints of the streets, confinement and grief within homes, yet pinned down by the freedoms of the sky. … Read more
Photo by me.
Horns honk along the major streets in the cities of Minnesota. Signs are waved by shouty blonde-bleached women draped in the Stars and Stripes. MAGA white men in blue and red baseball caps, wave their high velocity rifles, like long, skinny phalluses, yelling that Dr Fauci be sacked.
In Denver, the nurses step out into the road, almost naked compared. Their basic PPE greens are like shoots from an ancient woodland floor ~ they appear vulnerable, but are, instead, a sturdy green resilience. They voice the number of deaths over and over again, blocking the Trump-cultists threatening to bulldoze the woods from the safety of inside their shiny 8 cylinder Chevrolet Silverados. … Read more
Common spotted orchid shoot, photo by me.
In Celtic Gaelic, the word for life is beatha, pronouced ba-ha.
It stems from the proto-celtic biwotūts, proto-indo eauropoean, gʷih₃wós and ancient greek βίοτος (bíotos).
The word life comes from a Germanic (Anglo Saxon) descendent of the PIE root *leip– “to stick, adhere.”
In trying to forge a new word for Dylan Thomas’s Green Fuse, or simply life force, I can’t see why baha shouldn’t be used too.
In Arabic it is a name meaning glory.
Baha ~ life force is truly glorious.
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Tributary, photo by me.
Cherishism is an ecopolitico alternative to anthropocentrism for Life on Earth and future generations.
Cherishism is not limited to, nor bound by, what I say. The following is the basis for further discussion. This is paramount. All need to feel empowered and local human and teresapien diversity embraced and expressed politically through each bioregion.
Cherishism an ecological political system (an ecopolitico)
Fluminism the interconnected narrative of universe, flow to and from all dimensions, a powerful form of love.
Floloca perceiving ‘place as flowing’, not simply as human, but conscious imagination along the dynamic matrix of life and death, and at a spectrum of scales. … Read more
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 Active Transport Day for next week, which is now cancelled due to school closures.
I am so proud of her, and she has given me permission to publish the letter she composed, with some statistical help from her friend James, which was to be sent out this week. … Read more
Me in my bat t-shirt
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 physically by rationalism, industry and trade, I do not think most could fully even imagine it.
We are evolved from the most exquisite resistance to, and acceptance of, physical, chemical and biological forces. We have absorbed them, and them us, and the complexity is magnificent. … Read more