A tree spoke to me as we drove past it the other day.
Her girth and mighty embrace was tangible despite my fleeting glance.
"That tree must be 600 years old!" I remarked out loud. She reached out to me and I heard her voice. I felt her limbs.
Her ancestry and her connection... to the past.. to everything... to me..
And you know what she said? "Go do work.
Find a way.
Make them understand with your words and your deeds.
I see a bug... it's a beetle... a thing... it's alive. Don't tell me that they are dying... taking us with them... a sure sign of our imminent demise. Extinction.
You are kidding me surely? Look see! There are loads of them, something's on my foot right now. A tiny indeterminate bug like thing. I'll even let it bite me... sting me... whatever...
Let it live.
There are millions of these things... surely they can't be dying out.... Crawlies don't give me the creeps and s
A true short story. I heard trees request things of me a few times; their message was loud and clear. We have our usual chit chat in passing, but their requests have been defining moments in time and I take them with the utmost respect, in fact, if you were to ask me "Why do you do what you do?" My answer could simply and factually be "because the trees told me to...."
I'm not one to blindly follow orders, even when they seem to come straight from above, but the tree talk re
For future stories to be told we have to make it that far, and to get there we need an all-round shift to Conscious Living. So what does it mean to be living consciously? We are 'living' of course, but are we 'conscious', awake and aware? Do we have the courage to live the way that awareness prompts? ..... And do we really have to bother? To answer that last question I'll quote Jenny Andersson, founder of We Activate the Future; “We have 60 years left in our soils, 3 out of 9