My Metaphysics About 1 ½ years ago, I realized that the book I’ve been trying to write had to include “my metaphysics.” For the last six Cairns, I’ve intended to have an article that addresses at least some of this…
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My Metaphysics About 1 ½ years ago, I realized that the book I’ve been trying to write had to include “my metaphysics.” For the last six Cairns, I’ve intended to have an article that addresses at least some of this…
Cairns #88 End of the Long Nights, 2017 Lessons from the Fields Winter is my season for rain walks and we’ve had lots of rain this year. I feel like my rain walks are leading me to a whole…
Moving a Boulder An old ranch road traverses the upper regions of this area’s watershed. Its ruts capture many small drainages coming down the slope and gather all of their runoff onto the road where the runoff flows quickly towards…
The mission of H.O.P.E. is to turn the prow of our entropyship, the Earth, back upstream so that Earth’s evolving consciousness may explore the headwaters of the Universe for billions of years to come. The work of H.O.P.E. is to…
The mission of H.O.P.E. is to turn the prow of our entropyship, the Earth, back upstream so that Earth’s evolving consciousness may explore the headwaters of the Universe for billions of years to come. The work of H.O.P.E. is to…
Cairns #79 – Beginning of the Long Nights, 2014 but massively late as days begin growing longer in 2015. The drought this summer was extreme. The ground was baked hard. Many lower branches died and easily snapped with a…
A Watershed Metaphor One of the delights of having written a book is encountering how different people respond to it. To come upon a group doing urban gardening in New Jersey that drew inspiration from my book feels like allies…
The West, including our area, is in severe drought. I’m a little terrified at how many of the lower branches in the blue oaks that surround our homestead are now dead, crackly branches, hanging down towards the dry grasses. I…
Both my editors thought I should drop this section but this is me practicing how to communicate part of an idea that I am still wrestling with that I believe might become important. Feel free to skip over it at…
A couple of weeks ago, a flock of about one hundred sandhill cranes, heading north, circled low over the school for fifteen minutes. I announced it over the PA and most of the Chrysalis classes came outside to watch. To…