Stone trees, flame trees, Gaia theory and bone writing, a bird to break your heart and the most powerful sentence we have… flashes of life in the undergrowth, a distant song on the wind; teasers for future conversations! Thank you Peter, I look forward to the unfurling of many more stories to connect and inspire.
And more. I hadn't known the full meaning and origin of 'weasel words', and my curiosity was piqued to enquire. Clever weasel is thought to be able to suck the tasty innards of an egg for his lunch, leaving an intact shell that belies its emptiness. May the Nest hold and protect the embryos of meaning-rich language, living ideas as they grow, spread wings and fly.
I am glad to have found your work, and just down from a night on the hill showered by shooting stars. I will gladly follow along as you ask language to stretch back toward the wild. With care, Adam
So much I love this Peter! I connected with your angst in Substack writers at work...hoping you found the lost note that was a breadcrumb back to your center...And of the fox...the indigenous concept of having responsibilities in society, more so than the " rights" we have learned to loudly demand that the world and others provide for us. I live in a metropolitan area but have an intense need for nature, am forever having to navigate who " owns" the strip of grass or stand of trees I've found to sit under....I get run off quite alot, property owners fear drug users and homeless people who take refuge in nature. Anyway, I connect with your writing, and find that primal somatic work which is healing my cptsd has greatly escalated my ability to feel what animals, trees, and plants are thinking. As a former mental health counselor who had a dramatic awakening a few years ago, I'm experiencing a schism of the rational, scientifically mind and this new part that I've gotten access to, where I can experience myself as moss growing on a forest floor, and feel my interconnection with the ecosystem in a visceral way. Nice to meet a fellow traveler on the path....long winding spiral back to the center of ourselves. 🙂
Great post Peter.
Stone trees, flame trees, Gaia theory and bone writing, a bird to break your heart and the most powerful sentence we have… flashes of life in the undergrowth, a distant song on the wind; teasers for future conversations! Thank you Peter, I look forward to the unfurling of many more stories to connect and inspire.
And more. I hadn't known the full meaning and origin of 'weasel words', and my curiosity was piqued to enquire. Clever weasel is thought to be able to suck the tasty innards of an egg for his lunch, leaving an intact shell that belies its emptiness. May the Nest hold and protect the embryos of meaning-rich language, living ideas as they grow, spread wings and fly.
"a beautiful living mongrel of a language" -- Yep. totally
Greetings Peter,
I am glad to have found your work, and just down from a night on the hill showered by shooting stars. I will gladly follow along as you ask language to stretch back toward the wild. With care, Adam
So much I love this Peter! I connected with your angst in Substack writers at work...hoping you found the lost note that was a breadcrumb back to your center...And of the fox...the indigenous concept of having responsibilities in society, more so than the " rights" we have learned to loudly demand that the world and others provide for us. I live in a metropolitan area but have an intense need for nature, am forever having to navigate who " owns" the strip of grass or stand of trees I've found to sit under....I get run off quite alot, property owners fear drug users and homeless people who take refuge in nature. Anyway, I connect with your writing, and find that primal somatic work which is healing my cptsd has greatly escalated my ability to feel what animals, trees, and plants are thinking. As a former mental health counselor who had a dramatic awakening a few years ago, I'm experiencing a schism of the rational, scientifically mind and this new part that I've gotten access to, where I can experience myself as moss growing on a forest floor, and feel my interconnection with the ecosystem in a visceral way. Nice to meet a fellow traveler on the path....long winding spiral back to the center of ourselves. 🙂