My River of Motherly Love

Recently I've noticed that the love I feel for the Earth is no longer one that makes me feel like a child of the Earth. I feel like a mother of the Earth. Yes, a mother. A parent of the Earth. One of many. Infinitely many. And, like that biological parent I didn't become, I feel I could do anything to protect her. That motherly, unconditional love is a source of joy, worry, grief, and, strangely, pride. That love "will be the death of me", like parental love so often is. And, if it comes to that, it would be a death worth living for.

these are my vows

These are my vows, these are my desires. I am yours, you are mine, we are ours. May your tears find my cheeks, may your words find my song, may your heartbeat be my drum. May I trust the next step, this pathless way, and Fear may not distract me. In Darkness and in Light…

This barren grief.

* Our feelings around Childlessness are often covered with layers of shame, of guilt.  Often entangled with trauma.  Or with fears too big to tend to.  Childlessness comes in many flavours, has been categorised, is studied as one studies a disease.  And, as with many diseases, a common narrative is that it is one's fault…

Ecological Mourning

The Geumgangsong, or sacred Korean Pine Trees, are disappearing.  They've been quietly disappearing for a couple of decades.  After years of research, Ecologists and Forestry folk have reached the conclusion that they're dying of stress.  Stress from an environment that's changing too quickly for them to adapt, from rising temperatures, shifts in weather, habitat loss,…

Rewilding and the joy of grief

Uma is a beautiful dog. We love each other, it feels, extraordinarily. And it feels all the more extraordinary when I think that I strongly advised her owners, my very good friends, not to get a dog. She's very sweet-tempered and likes people, getting so excited when visitors come that she has to tell everyone.…

Master of Fish

(First published in the beautiful and defunct Cowbird on 14 July 2012) A stroll, an unexpected stroll. Along the rim of an unexpectedly beautiful dam. During a short, unplanned, much needed and, yes, you guessed it, unexpected trip. Away from our now so predictable life, but carrying all my doubts about it, about us. The…

Listen…

I believe that most hindrances to the development of human society, to the functioning of relationships, to our happiness and fulfillment, and even to our survival in this world, stem from our poor communication.   And I'm not talking about how to say things, although that is also important. Our main issue is our difficulties…