That’s what a Secwepemc man asked me on an evening like this, with this view in front of us. What is the earth doing? He didn’t mean, what are people doing to […]
What Changes are Happening in the Earth?
Ancestral Memory and Poetry
People write poetry for many reasons. Any that is written is not poetry, though, but an incantation that allows for poetry, a force within the universe, to appear. People cannot be taught […]
Stories R Us
Story-telling, eh. Ain’t that the art form. Just 500 metres away, telling the following scene as a narrative, though … … is, literally, to tell it as a narrative, although it is nothing of […]
Aesthetic Mindfulness
Sympathetic magic is a complex term for a simple phenomena: in pre-Enlightenment culture, the power of objects was believed to derive from similarities between them; knowledge of these similarities, and the ordering […]
Cascadia: the Braided Land
It’s great to look out to sea. It weaves. Then it strikes the land. The land weaves, too. Any way you look at it, it weaves. The beach, too. Here the sun […]
Creativity, Technology, Art
Perhaps an image of creativity would be useful. Here is a vineyard at Hauterive, Switzerland. That’s Lac Neuchâtel in behind. The 21st Century term creativity here does not refer to the creative […]
Birds Write Poetry Too But Even They Have Critics
California Quail Poetry The neighbour’s cat is a critic. Mallard ducks write poetry too. Sometimes along with crows. And seagulls! Their critics are real dogs. There, that broke the ice, didn’t it. There […]
Talking with Rilke Talking with the Earth Talking with the Sky
Here’s an image of a fairly typical hillside on the west side of Yellowstone. Earth is fire: not just her core, but all of her. The steam, the wetland sedges and reeds, […]
Cascadia: Land of Fire
Cascadia rises out of the seabeds of the continental plains, where a hot, conductive current rises from deep in the earth and shears and curls around the impenetrable ancient rock of the North American […]
Taking Back the Earth
The air is colder than the earth. The sun burns right through it, yet does not touch its cold. But that sun is caught by the earth, and all my beautiful […]
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