A space for conversations in a time of global disruption
we must untie you from your myth,…Continue
Added by Catherine Diamond on February 26, 2016 at 1:26 — No Comments
Death, I have no quarrel with;
only Nature’s unseemly haste
to convert one species
into another leaves me queasy.
I feel compelled to rescue
the would-be victims of…
Added by Catherine Diamond on February 15, 2016 at 3:50 — No Comments
I could spend a lifetime
not looking at flowers
pushed up against my window.
Or the play of shadows
over a furnace.
Added by Emile Johansen on February 15, 2016 at 3:26 — No Comments
A certain caterpillar,
no matter the name,
usurps the Queen of Ants’ throne,…
Added by Catherine Diamond on January 25, 2016 at 12:42 — No Comments
why no shrine or temple to you,
no steeples, hti or minarets,
no incense burned, no fruit and flowers offered?
You, who took the first big step,
from sea to sod,
crossed more terrain
than Magellan’s galleons.
Why no acknowledgment of that daring
into worlds unknown,
leaving the familiar brine behind?
Human shame, perhaps,
at not descending straight
Added by Catherine Diamond on January 11, 2016 at 9:47 — No Comments
Reverberant red receptors
resonate open to the sky
tracking silent satellites
fathoming particles, decoding light.
What encrypted cosmic message
traveled so far in radiance to illume
the vibrating redness of the bloom?
Petals peeled back splayed upwards
each face emitting solar sparks
straining, straining on their stalks to hear
each pistil, a pom-pomed spear
with velvet stamen…Continue
Added by Catherine Diamond on December 21, 2015 at 13:52 — No Comments
As I walk up the mountain side,
my mind chatters with itself,
muttering cavils, embarrassments, and high hopes—
lugging all the detritus of the city below
into the rarefied realms.
on it goes, oblivious.
Until I command it to stop, be quiet
like the bamboo and unfurling fern,
the long silver grass leaning over the path,
silent but for a rustle, a lizard, an invisible…Continue
This morning, I wrote my mom because in her last email she asked me about my writing which she doesn't normally do. My return email to her became a rather lengthy letter in which I outlined the history of my present writing project. In doing so, I realized that my mom doesn't hardly know anything about the last 25 years of my life because she and my dad have been so involved in their own endeavors and disinterested in mine. It's the classic complaint of all adult children against their…Continue
Added by Dale Tucker on September 10, 2015 at 18:30 — No Comments
The link is to a wordpress blog with the 8 chapters of a photo essay i did awhile back.
Earth Collaborative Art; Earth pigments, beeswax, & plant materials and Wholistic Wellness Counsel, a humanistic and evolutionary counsel, with people in their lives and enfolding with their needs by applying diet, herbs, exercise and personal spiritual lifestyle choices...…Continue
Added by Greg Patch on August 28, 2015 at 21:00 — No Comments
This is a link to a blog i posted on wordpress about a trip to the Summerland area of Mt Rainier National Park (US Pacific Northwest). It includes a bit of amateur glaciology.
Added by John Harrington on August 21, 2015 at 19:05 — No Comments
In a world without hope, we can only mope....
And bay at the waning moon...
Weston-Super-Mare, England (CNN) The seaside town of Weston-Super-Mare in south-west England is chilled…
Added by Monica E. Craver on August 20, 2015 at 22:00 — No Comments
Added by DrP on July 23, 2015 at 22:00 — No Comments
Over the past thirty years I've led my share of globalised birding nature tours across fantastic far flung places. Yet the more liberating and educational of life's moments have often been in wonderful…Continue
Added by James Alan Wolstencroft on July 14, 2015 at 16:10 — No Comments
I awakened one morning
at an unseemly, dark and early hour
and, for some reason,
arose to shake the sleep from my head
and take a walk outside…
Where to my awestruck wonder,
I beheld the pink, peach, pastel blush
of morning’s light
the sparking clear darkness
of the star canopy
in the clear, dark moonless sky.
The breathtaking pastels
Added by thom prentice on July 11, 2015 at 20:27 — No Comments
Below is a journal entry I wrote back in April. I think it explains why I feel at home as a Mountaineer.
8 April 2015
I hear words which are not yet words. They are language as if heard through a wall - unintelligible but expressive. Their music sounds like something I should understand if only they were articulated in my presence.
He who speaks tells a story, utters a mystery, offers an adventure…Continue
Added by Dale Tucker on July 11, 2015 at 16:30 — No Comments
The Great American Dream only will thrive in grounds
of flexibility and change -- not stagnant solutions
and patented mandates confining imagination/
creativity -- binding spirit/soul in oppressive
thickets and bogs of excessive self-interest
where lifewinds/waters cannot freely flow.
The whole earth is in motion. How can we be otherwise?!
More upheaval is pending: hurricanes, tornadoes,
floods, tsunamis, volcanoes, fires,…
Added by k. allen on July 5, 2015 at 11:30 — No Comments
........from the Chapel Hill Newspaper, Opinions, May 29, 2015
Creatures of the Earth
Homo sapiens sapiens is a part of – not apart from – all life and the Earth, having evolved here as has every other form of living thing, human beings arrogantly and mistakenly see ourselves as altogether different, separate and superior. This view of humankind is illusory. Our fate and…
Added by Steven Earl Salmony on May 31, 2015 at 20:28 — No Comments
Added by Raphael on May 21, 2015 at 21:50 — No Comments