Yesterday researchers published research speculating that spiders may dream, experiencing REM sleep during the night.
This morn I came out of my door to find this Golden Garden Spider (Argiope aurantia) having made a perfect nest in the Hydrangia entangling prey so I wondered what he may have fantasized about. Here’s to Arachnid Visions.
A few days ago I posted an image of some of the last river bottom #oldgrowth we were able to find during our field project with the @_treeoflife . The truth is we ran into exponentially more scenes of clear cut like this than we did anything else. I wrestled with what to share first, but for most of us we need to see a baseline of what an ancient forest looks like before we can register the grief of what walking into a Clear cut feels like. What’s worse yet is, when some of our team members shared with the Ma’am Tagila chiefs about what we saw that week, they were unaware this was still ongoing & under the impression that new logging had stopped because of govt promises of deferrals. As you can see, those deferrals are not being honored either. Just another broken treaty. #vancouverisland#maamtagila
One of the last patches of river bottom #oldgrowth#forest on Vancouver Island after days of searching. Even with supposed deferrals, the remaining forests are being liquidated
It has been easy for me to photograph and reflect on the beauty of motherhood in my partner over the past few years, yet I’ve been less inclined to see the tenderness of fatherhood in myself.
I made this portrait a few months ago to help me in my own process of honoring this fleeting period, knowing that I had many images of my partner but very few of myself with our children. After the first, I realized how quick it moves.
Part of my own longing here was to witness in myself the love and tenderness that is called forth from me at this time during a transition that at times armored me up from being hammered with fear. Fear of being enough, of making enough, of losing the things I love, and of seeing the world in so much suffering. The modern culture holds very few rites of passage to witness us as we navigate paths into different periods of life, and so something has felt important for me about really acknowledging this process. For my own journey of being, there is nothing that has changed me so fundamentally.
As true love has often called me to do, it called me to reckon with my wounds, and release much of what I believed to be true. The unflinching eye of a little one, unjaded by cynicism, self consciousness, or weariness of the world can look right into you and invite you to transformation. It can test your integrity in any place where there might be space between your values and your way of being. I accept this work and am grateful for it.
To my fathers and brothers out there, I see you and I love you. To our little teachers, thank you.
@wearethejourneymen gathered nearly 40 men of different ages, backgrounds, religions, ethnicities and identities in the largest wilderness on the east coast for 4 days of reflection, collective process, connection and release. This was deep ceremony in heart centered council.
This vision was three years in making that took form before the pandemic began but had to be pushed off as a result. A lot in the world has changed since then, and there is so much we needed to grieve and witness together.
Among us are Veterans, Civilians, Muslim, Jewish, Hindu, Christian, Agnostics and Atheists. We are Black, Brown, and White. We are Young, Middle aged and Elders. We are Fathers, Brothers, Sons and Husbands. We are survivors of all things, and we will end generational violence with us. This is our work and this is our commitment
One of our brothers put it best,..he asked.. “Instead of teaching men that they have to provide generational wealth, how would the world look different if we taught them instead to create generational love?What if we prioritized emotional and social literacy rather than putting our young men in constant competition?”
This shift require containers that can help us shift the culture. These past days showed us it was possible. If I look at the news I am in despair…yet, if I look at these men I am am full of hope.
As we share the grief of our fellow Americans in Texas today, the only comfort I can take is that there are brothers trying to end generational violence, create a new culture, and to find paths forward that might acknowledge pain as a bridge rather than a wall between us. The world is begging men to step up into helping the culture heal. It wants us to be warriors of life and forget about being heroes.
Deep gratitude to @mike_armoire@farleydoucette@vivekaom@breatheriseandthrive@hawahkasat@doctorgreenberg
For being such soulful facilitators
Several peace activists I truly admire are finding ways to connect across borders and ideologies. Finding myself appreciating the dialogue fostered by the youth in @findingabraham. In a time divides fouled by acts of extremism, the process of remembering shared humanity is worthy of attention.
#findingabraham#peace
Went to the nearby Paleteria to escape the 100 degree plus heat, and was treated to these amazing women practicing outside for a upcoming performance of traditional Yucatán dance this weekend while I enjoyed my popsicle.
Thanks for the ideal location @grupopoolhouse#shotoniphone#yucatan