ecologies of practice, place and body
Slow, immanent, seeping permeation of relation with place and each other (whisper, ripple, shimmer, rumble); nourished by deep listening and field work.
[I confide in your texture]
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ecologies of practice, place and body
Slow, immanent, seeping permeation of relation with place and each other (whisper, ripple, shimmer, rumble); nourished by deep listening and field work.
[I confide in your texture]
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a collaborative epilogue
I can hear the splashing and bubbling of the creak, traffic left and right. Planes overhead, a few birds chirp. I can hear the leaves rustling as the wind passes through. I can hear a deep rumble beneath me, an accumulation of sound that resonates with the earth.
Within these landscapes, time unfolds in silent narratives, weaving threads of past, present, and future. Nature's form, like a living entity, bears the marks of its journey through the ages, a testament to resilience and adaptation. An enigmatic force, time shapes nature like aging skin, ever revealing the intricate layers of history and transformation.
There lies a profound beauty in the subtlety of nature's remnants, an intricate dance, delicate yet persistent, between life and time. Carrying the weight of time's gentle passage.
These subtle remnants, like fragments of a forgotten melody, evoke a sense of reverence for the interconnectedness of all living things.
I am a silent sentinel, rooted in the earth, a testament to the enduring power of time and the resilience of the natural world.
Earth's forms yield to my gentle persistence, their rough surfaces softened by the passage of time. Yet, even as I reshape the landscape, I am humbled by the fleeting nature of my touch. A whisper in the vast expanse of time.
“I prefer weather in the smallest quantities. A drop will do. The best weather, it might be said, is no weather. Like the poet Wordsworth, who preferred lakes to seacoast, and moderate and green mountains to rugged, snowcapped peaks, and long, easy walks during which one might not reflect, or even be creative, to the exertions that make history, I like best weather’s small, beneficent motions. They are not sublime motions. Storm, cyclone, flood, ice and avalanche make news, and often have need of heroes.” - Long Life, Mary Oliver
slow permeation; trickling, seeping of information, feeling; changes that settle deep into us; shimmering changes that are unclear and possibly unknowable.
in our bodies, in our memory, in our senses, in the walking and discussing and reading and listening - in the tracing and imprinting and touching and dreaming. relationships shift, behaviours shift. we carry with us the subtle remnants ~
in our bodies, in our memory, in our senses, in the walking and discussing and reading and listening - in the tracing and imprinting and touching and dreaming. relationships shift, behaviours shift. we carry with us the subtle remnants ~
~ with sincere thanks to Wurundjeri and Bunurong Country, the Collective Flows group, and Geoff Robinson and Saskia Schut,
and the recordings of us all together
To Learn From Animal Being
Nearer to the earth’s heart,
Deeper within its silence:
Animals know this world
In a way we never will.
We who are ever
Distanced and distracted
By the parade of bright
Windows thought opens:
Their seamless presence
Is not fractured thus.
Stranded between time
Gone and time emerging,
We manage seldom
To be where we are:
Whereas they are always
Looking out from
The here and now.
May we learn to return
And rest in the beauty
Of animal being,
Learn to lean low,
Leave our locked minds,
And with freed senses
Feel the earth
Breathing with us.
May we enter
Into lightness of spirit,
And slip frequently into
The feel of the wild.
Let the clear silence
Of our animal being
Cleanse our hearts
Of corrosive words.
May we learn to walk
Upon the earth
With all their confidence
And clear-eyed stillness
So that our minds
Might be baptized
In the name of the wind
And light and the rain.
― John O’Donohue
From To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings
“...but we can choose to turn to breath, the body, the senses - for they help us open to wider currents of knowing and feeling...”
- Joanna Macy
From World as Lover, World as Self
- Joanna Macy
From World as Lover, World as Self