The latest whispers from the wild
What Does It Mean to Own a River?
Not long ago, when I mentioned on LinkedIn that I owned a little stretch of the River Ceiriog, Keith, whose conversations there have often made me stop and reconsider something I thought I understood, replied with four words: we don’t own anything. I have thought about those words many times since, and the more I…
Where the Colour Stops: Creativity in the Age of AI
Looking again at my partially coloured rose, I find myself drawn to the places where the colour stops, where a petal returns to the simplicity of a line and the paper remains visible through what the eye understands as a flower. There is something about that meeting of colour and openness that holds my attention,…
Who Chose the Path?
When our choices become recommendations for those who follow, the path grows easier to find, and harder to leave. Some years ago, I watched a large group of teenagers moving through a town, dressed in much the same way, carrying themselves with similar gestures and expressions, walking together with such absorption in one another that…
A place to return to the quiet thread that holds us to life.
We move through our days slightly out of step with ourselves – the warm cup, the glow of a screen, the soft rush of the day. Nature Speaks is an invitation to pause, to notice, to return.
The wild remembers. So do you.
A quiet thread from the living world