Yesterday a woman came up to me to tell me how much she loved the original idea behind @impossible ~ the giving/receiving culture ~ kindness as currency ~ money free space I devoted much of my twenties to trying to build, with a motley crew of wonderful others. It got me thinking about that dream and the earlier one that birthed it… Impossible Utopias ~ my first little book ~ meanders through a different yet connected assortment of ideas ~ reclaiming utopia as (non)space within which limitless possibilities may arise ~ in the intensity and freedom of the unfettered present moment and the essence of the everyday. Extrapolating from the etymology of utopia ~ no place & the good place ~ I (think I) argue that the utopic offers an essential driving aspect of our unfolding cosmic reality, but can never be realised, made captive, in a physical form. It is a current, a state of being, not a destination. Funny then, that I later tried to sort of build one! The universe laughs. ‘A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which Humanity is always landing. And when Humanity lands there, it looks out, and, seeing a better country, sets sail. Progress is the realisation of Utopias.’ Oscar Wylde 😉 Deep thanks to Carol, Lucy and Gabriel for helping carve those early words and images into this little book. Photos are of early book manuscripts drafted and recently shared by @carolmontpartstudio including artwork by Gabriel Orozco ⚫️⚪️⚫️
Yesterday a woman came up to me to tell me how much she loved the original idea behind @impossible ~ the giving/receiving culture ~ kindness as currency ~ money free space I devoted much of my twenties to trying to build, with a motley crew of wonderful others. It got me thinking about that dream and the earlier one that birthed it… Impossible Utopias ~ my first little book ~ meanders through a different yet connected assortment of ideas ~ reclaiming utopia as (non)space within which limitless possibilities may arise ~ in the intensity and freedom of the unfettered present moment and the essence of the everyday. Extrapolating from the etymology of utopia ~ no place & the good place ~ I (think I) argue that the utopic offers an essential driving aspect of our unfolding cosmic reality, but can never be realised, made captive, in a physical form. It is a current, a state of being, not a destination. Funny then, that I later tried to sort of build one! The universe laughs. ‘A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which Humanity is always landing. And when Humanity lands there, it looks out, and, seeing a better country, sets sail. Progress is the realisation of Utopias.’ Oscar Wylde 😉 Deep thanks to Carol, Lucy and Gabriel for helping carve those early words and images into this little book. Photos are of early book manuscripts drafted and recently shared by @carolmontpartstudio including artwork by Gabriel Orozco ⚫️⚪️⚫️
Yesterday a woman came up to me to tell me how much she loved the original idea behind @impossible ~ the giving/receiving culture ~ kindness as currency ~ money free space I devoted much of my twenties to trying to build, with a motley crew of wonderful others. It got me thinking about that dream and the earlier one that birthed it… Impossible Utopias ~ my first little book ~ meanders through a different yet connected assortment of ideas ~ reclaiming utopia as (non)space within which limitless possibilities may arise ~ in the intensity and freedom of the unfettered present moment and the essence of the everyday. Extrapolating from the etymology of utopia ~ no place & the good place ~ I (think I) argue that the utopic offers an essential driving aspect of our unfolding cosmic reality, but can never be realised, made captive, in a physical form. It is a current, a state of being, not a destination. Funny then, that I later tried to sort of build one! The universe laughs. ‘A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which Humanity is always landing. And when Humanity lands there, it looks out, and, seeing a better country, sets sail. Progress is the realisation of Utopias.’ Oscar Wylde 😉 Deep thanks to Carol, Lucy and Gabriel for helping carve those early words and images into this little book. Photos are of early book manuscripts drafted and recently shared by @carolmontpartstudio including artwork by Gabriel Orozco ⚫️⚪️⚫️
Yesterday a woman came up to me to tell me how much she loved the original idea behind @impossible ~ the giving/receiving culture ~ kindness as currency ~ money free space I devoted much of my twenties to trying to build, with a motley crew of wonderful others. It got me thinking about that dream and the earlier one that birthed it… Impossible Utopias ~ my first little book ~ meanders through a different yet connected assortment of ideas ~ reclaiming utopia as (non)space within which limitless possibilities may arise ~ in the intensity and freedom of the unfettered present moment and the essence of the everyday. Extrapolating from the etymology of utopia ~ no place & the good place ~ I (think I) argue that the utopic offers an essential driving aspect of our unfolding cosmic reality, but can never be realised, made captive, in a physical form. It is a current, a state of being, not a destination. Funny then, that I later tried to sort of build one! The universe laughs. ‘A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which Humanity is always landing. And when Humanity lands there, it looks out, and, seeing a better country, sets sail. Progress is the realisation of Utopias.’ Oscar Wylde 😉 Deep thanks to Carol, Lucy and Gabriel for helping carve those early words and images into this little book. Photos are of early book manuscripts drafted and recently shared by @carolmontpartstudio including artwork by Gabriel Orozco ⚫️⚪️⚫️
Please Call Me by My True Names – Thich Nhat Hanh ‘Don’t say that I will depart tomorrow — even today I am still arriving. Look deeply: every second I am arriving to be a bud on a Spring branch, to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings, learning to sing in my new nest, to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower, to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone. I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry, to fear and to hope. The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death of all that is alive. I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river. And I am the bird that swoops down to swallow the mayfly. I am the frog swimming happily in the clear water of a pond. And I am the grass-snake that silently feeds itself on the frog. I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones, my legs as thin as bamboo sticks. And I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to Uganda. I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat, who throws herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea pirate. And I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and loving. I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my hands. And I am the man who has to pay his “debt of blood” to my people dying slowly in a forced-labor camp. My joy is like Spring, so warm it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth. My pain is like a river of tears, so vast it fills the four oceans. Please call me by my true names, so I can hear all my cries and my laughter at once, so I can see that my joy and pain are one. Please call me by my true names, so I can wake up, and so the door of my heart can be left open, the door of compassion.’ @thichnhathanh @zenandtheplanet @plumvillagefrance
Please Call Me by My True Names – Thich Nhat Hanh ‘Don’t say that I will depart tomorrow — even today I am still arriving. Look deeply: every second I am arriving to be a bud on a Spring branch, to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings, learning to sing in my new nest, to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower, to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone. I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry, to fear and to hope. The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death of all that is alive. I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river. And I am the bird that swoops down to swallow the mayfly. I am the frog swimming happily in the clear water of a pond. And I am the grass-snake that silently feeds itself on the frog. I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones, my legs as thin as bamboo sticks. And I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to Uganda. I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat, who throws herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea pirate. And I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and loving. I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my hands. And I am the man who has to pay his “debt of blood” to my people dying slowly in a forced-labor camp. My joy is like Spring, so warm it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth. My pain is like a river of tears, so vast it fills the four oceans. Please call me by my true names, so I can hear all my cries and my laughter at once, so I can see that my joy and pain are one. Please call me by my true names, so I can wake up, and so the door of my heart can be left open, the door of compassion.’ @thichnhathanh @zenandtheplanet @plumvillagefrance
Please Call Me by My True Names – Thich Nhat Hanh ‘Don’t say that I will depart tomorrow — even today I am still arriving. Look deeply: every second I am arriving to be a bud on a Spring branch, to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings, learning to sing in my new nest, to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower, to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone. I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry, to fear and to hope. The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death of all that is alive. I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river. And I am the bird that swoops down to swallow the mayfly. I am the frog swimming happily in the clear water of a pond. And I am the grass-snake that silently feeds itself on the frog. I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones, my legs as thin as bamboo sticks. And I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to Uganda. I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat, who throws herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea pirate. And I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and loving. I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my hands. And I am the man who has to pay his “debt of blood” to my people dying slowly in a forced-labor camp. My joy is like Spring, so warm it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth. My pain is like a river of tears, so vast it fills the four oceans. Please call me by my true names, so I can hear all my cries and my laughter at once, so I can see that my joy and pain are one. Please call me by my true names, so I can wake up, and so the door of my heart can be left open, the door of compassion.’ @thichnhathanh @zenandtheplanet @plumvillagefrance
Please Call Me by My True Names – Thich Nhat Hanh ‘Don’t say that I will depart tomorrow — even today I am still arriving. Look deeply: every second I am arriving to be a bud on a Spring branch, to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings, learning to sing in my new nest, to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower, to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone. I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry, to fear and to hope. The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death of all that is alive. I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river. And I am the bird that swoops down to swallow the mayfly. I am the frog swimming happily in the clear water of a pond. And I am the grass-snake that silently feeds itself on the frog. I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones, my legs as thin as bamboo sticks. And I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to Uganda. I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat, who throws herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea pirate. And I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and loving. I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my hands. And I am the man who has to pay his “debt of blood” to my people dying slowly in a forced-labor camp. My joy is like Spring, so warm it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth. My pain is like a river of tears, so vast it fills the four oceans. Please call me by my true names, so I can hear all my cries and my laughter at once, so I can see that my joy and pain are one. Please call me by my true names, so I can wake up, and so the door of my heart can be left open, the door of compassion.’ @thichnhathanh @zenandtheplanet @plumvillagefrance
Earth breathes. “Earth is no more a rock with some life on it than you are a skeleton infested with cells.” Dorion Sagan (Gaia & Philosophy) “Gaia is a tough bitch — a system that has worked for over three billion years without people. This planet’s surface and its atmosphere and environment will continue to evolve long after people and prejudice are gone.” Lynn Margulis “There is something fresh, new and yet mythologically appealing about Gaia [& the Gaia hypothesis] …. One implication is that there may be a strong bio-geological precedent for the time-honoured political and mystical goal of peaceful coexistence and world unity.” Via Gaia & Philosophy @ignotabooks #hasselblad
Earth breathes. “Earth is no more a rock with some life on it than you are a skeleton infested with cells.” Dorion Sagan (Gaia & Philosophy) “Gaia is a tough bitch — a system that has worked for over three billion years without people. This planet’s surface and its atmosphere and environment will continue to evolve long after people and prejudice are gone.” Lynn Margulis “There is something fresh, new and yet mythologically appealing about Gaia [& the Gaia hypothesis] …. One implication is that there may be a strong bio-geological precedent for the time-honoured political and mystical goal of peaceful coexistence and world unity.” Via Gaia & Philosophy @ignotabooks #hasselblad
Earth breathes. “Earth is no more a rock with some life on it than you are a skeleton infested with cells.” Dorion Sagan (Gaia & Philosophy) “Gaia is a tough bitch — a system that has worked for over three billion years without people. This planet’s surface and its atmosphere and environment will continue to evolve long after people and prejudice are gone.” Lynn Margulis “There is something fresh, new and yet mythologically appealing about Gaia [& the Gaia hypothesis] …. One implication is that there may be a strong bio-geological precedent for the time-honoured political and mystical goal of peaceful coexistence and world unity.” Via Gaia & Philosophy @ignotabooks #hasselblad
Earth breathes. “Earth is no more a rock with some life on it than you are a skeleton infested with cells.” Dorion Sagan (Gaia & Philosophy) “Gaia is a tough bitch — a system that has worked for over three billion years without people. This planet’s surface and its atmosphere and environment will continue to evolve long after people and prejudice are gone.” Lynn Margulis “There is something fresh, new and yet mythologically appealing about Gaia [& the Gaia hypothesis] …. One implication is that there may be a strong bio-geological precedent for the time-honoured political and mystical goal of peaceful coexistence and world unity.” Via Gaia & Philosophy @ignotabooks #hasselblad
“It’s a pity we don’t whistle at one another, like birds. Words are misleading. I am always trying to forget words. That is why I contemplate the lilies of the field, but in particular the glacier. If one looks at the glacier for long enough, words cease to have any meaning on God’s earth.” Halldór Laxness #hasselblad
“It’s a pity we don’t whistle at one another, like birds. Words are misleading. I am always trying to forget words. That is why I contemplate the lilies of the field, but in particular the glacier. If one looks at the glacier for long enough, words cease to have any meaning on God’s earth.” Halldór Laxness #hasselblad
Welcome to another year on Planet Blah ~ what are you planning to spend your attention on this solar cycle 2024? Planet Blah is a little film dedicated to {and voiced by} climate activists & climate scientists ~ offering a shout out to all those folks working on clever legal tools to protect our planet and move beyond fossil fuel era ~ such as @fossilfueltreaty & @ecocidelaw 💚
Welcome to another year on Planet Blah ~ what are you planning to spend your attention on this solar cycle 2024? Planet Blah is a little film dedicated to {and voiced by} climate activists & climate scientists ~ offering a shout out to all those folks working on clever legal tools to protect our planet and move beyond fossil fuel era ~ such as @fossilfueltreaty & @ecocidelaw 💚
Welcome to another year on Planet Blah ~ what are you planning to spend your attention on this solar cycle 2024? Planet Blah is a little film dedicated to {and voiced by} climate activists & climate scientists ~ offering a shout out to all those folks working on clever legal tools to protect our planet and move beyond fossil fuel era ~ such as @fossilfueltreaty & @ecocidelaw 💚
Welcome to another year on Planet Blah ~ what are you planning to spend your attention on this solar cycle 2024? Planet Blah is a little film dedicated to {and voiced by} climate activists & climate scientists ~ offering a shout out to all those folks working on clever legal tools to protect our planet and move beyond fossil fuel era ~ such as @fossilfueltreaty & @ecocidelaw 💚
Welcome to another year on Planet Blah ~ what are you planning to spend your attention on this solar cycle 2024? Planet Blah is a little film dedicated to {and voiced by} climate activists & climate scientists ~ offering a shout out to all those folks working on clever legal tools to protect our planet and move beyond fossil fuel era ~ such as @fossilfueltreaty & @ecocidelaw 💚
Welcome to another year on Planet Blah ~ what are you planning to spend your attention on this solar cycle 2024? Planet Blah is a little film dedicated to {and voiced by} climate activists & climate scientists ~ offering a shout out to all those folks working on clever legal tools to protect our planet and move beyond fossil fuel era ~ such as @fossilfueltreaty & @ecocidelaw 💚
