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Cupilustria

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 and feel peaceful eutierria with other species, interconnected and free.

Cupilustria is a deep feeling that is bridged to my awildian imagination. Special places are conjured in my mind, gossamer images overlaying and underlaying the slate roofs and brick chimneys I see through my window.

I close my eyes and engage all my senses. … Read more

Emotion, swift, thermal (tweets)

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Ecoliteracy for All

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 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

Going in for a walk

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 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

MA Applied Philosophy submission on the moral status of the foetus

For the Irish yes vote, just now.

Moral Status of Foetus – Final … Read more

The Wu Wei of Conservation; the personal and the impersonal.

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 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

Ecologies of fear ~ recalibrating.

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

Why twisting vines do what they do…

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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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Natural Capital: 'Out damn'd spot! Out, I say’

 
 

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Chronophage, metaphor for time eating, Cambridge. Photo by me.

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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 have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him.
William Shakespeare, Macbeth. Act 5 Scene 1
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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

Escape our Castle Walls

“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 of the Animal Wall, Cardiff Castle, by me.
 
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