stać się las.
to become forest.
studies in interaction .
how to become a part of this earth.
to the endangered and vanishing
As the crickets’ soft autumn hum
is to us
so are we to the trees
as are they
to the rocks and the hills.
to the endangered and vanished ones.
To hold memory
and let it fall.
To hold dust and let the wind take it.
to press a cold rock against my lips
to stick my tongue out into the rain
to get my feet so wet i can no longer feel them
to press my spine against a tree
to mould myself into sand
How to become a part of this earth
the metal compositions of blood
rust, skin, iron, bone.
rot, decay, birth and growth.
the gift of pen and paper
the gift of a seed.
‘Humans are tuned for relationships. The eyes, the skin, the ears, the tongue and nostril , all are gates where our body receives nourishment of otherness. The landscape of shadowed voices, these feathered bodies and antlers and tumbling streams, these breathing shapes, our family, the beings with whom we are engaged, with whom we struggle and suffer and celebrate.
The colour of the sky, the rush of waves- every aspect of sensuous could draw us into a relationship fed with curiosity and spiced with danger.
Every sound was voice. every scrape, every blunder was a meeting – with Thunder, with oak, with Dragonfly. And from all of these relationships our collective sensibilities were nourished.
As humans we are well acquainted with the needs and capacities of the human body. we live in our bodies and so know. from within the possibilities of our form. We cannot know with the same familiarity or intimacy, the livd experience of a grass snake or a snapping turtle; we cannot readily experience the precise sensations of humming bird sipping nectar from a flower or a rubber tree soaking up sunlight. And yet we do know how it feels to sip from a fresh pool of water or to bask and stretch in the sun. Our experience may indeed be a variant of these modes of sensitivity, never the less we cannot as humans, précisely experience the living sensations of another,
We do not know with full clarity. their desires and motivations, we cannot know. and can never be sure that we know what they know. ‘
‘From the tree of life
leaf after leaf falls around me
Oh world delighted with ecstasy,
How you fill me at last,
How you fill me with weariness
and make me drunk !
Whatever still glows today
is soon lost’ ( Hesse)
Urban re:passages 