Videos on Embracing Gaia: One

Embracing Gaia One: The following sequence of videos is an attempt to address the planetary crisis most frequently described by the symptom of “global warming”. I say “symptom” because “global warming” is in a sense only one aspect of our disregard and ignorance of our planetary interdependence: our psychological ill-health and its related physical illnesses…

Christmas Poem (For Vasily Petrenko)

Pastel Shades A Christmas poem, about failing libido maybe or a dullness that seeps into the bones in winter and later life. Perhaps what Dylan Thomas calls the “dying of the light”; not that there is much rage in this poem, it is more a complaint about a general lack of intensity in a dull…

In Ennerdale: A Poem

  In Ennerdale Last July my niece Jenny and I went wild camping to the English Lake District and this is a poem about that memorable end of day experience of lake-light and vision. Ennerdale Water is the most westerly glaciated lake in Cumbria, very deep and the area  has been designated for “re-wilding”….well I…

And Hope and History Rhyme

Healing in Poetry I have been reading Tara Bergin’s “This is Yarrow”,  a collection of her poems shortlisted for The Irish Times/Dún Laoghaire “Poetry Now” competion which takes place from the 11th. to the 14th. September. See http://www.mountainstosea.ie There are several other poets shortlisted and this formed the basis for a summer read-in of my…

Old Man at Angle Tarn

  Another poem from my trip to The Lake District with my niece Jenny. The photo is not Angle Tarn but it is such a great photo of Jenny’s I thought I would use it. The importance of not losing the adventure of youth and in many ways reconnecting with it later again is so…

Wild Camping at Red Tarn

Wild camping at Red Tarn My niece Jenny and I have been camping and walking in the English Lake District for a week. There were several highlights, apart from enjoying each others companionship, one of which was a shared meditation we did in late afternoon on the trail with most other walkers gone home. We…