Supporting Wildness

Monday, in the garden The afternoon is moving into the evening, I’m sitting in the sun in my garden, in late July. I’m watching the cabbage white butterflies dance before me, immersed in the vegetation around me, French beans nestling into my right elbow,...

What to do?

I’m writing this to clarify a few things for myself. Speaking with a colleague a few days ago touched me profoundly. The growing gaps in birdsong brought home to me that, in important ways, this world is dying. Shocked to type that, shocked to hear myself speak...