Bloody earth Saturated with killings, death, destruction What are we doing to ourselves? Speciesism is the old world We are creating the new world Now At our centre we are a teeming ocean full of life A regenerative forest floor But outside of our golden hearts We are a raging torrent of grief How do…
I ask myself this morning, what is real? I pause I slow I breathe . . . quietly . . and begin to notice my immediate surroundings . . . I tune in to the senses of my body to be fully human is to live and experience life with and through the body. senses…
"Where do I start with all of this?" I say to the dog sniffing at my feet. "Where do I start helping the Earth come clean? Where do my responsibilities begin and where do they end in serving the Earth and all of her inhabitants?" Everything begins with me I have written and written and…
My Medicine is Love 