
Nature’s Wisdom



“While natural climate cycles dictate we should be moving into a period of global cooling, temperatures are rising. The past three decades have been the warmest in recorded history.
The polar regions are heating up more quickly than the rest of the globe. During the second half of the twentieth century, the Antarctic Peninsula and West Antarctica warmed more than two times faster than the global average.
…As the Earth’s climate becomes warmer and more extreme, animals are forced to adapt to rapidly changing conditions. Across the globe, many hundreds of species are predicted to become extinct within the next 20 years.
Antarctic species are particularly vulnerable to a warming climate. Their highly specialized adaptations, which allow them to survive and thrive in the polar environment, make them less resilient as the ocean warms and ice melts. With their habitats and food sources under threat, they are in urgent need of protection…”
~Antarctic and Southern Ocean Coalition

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#climatecrisis
#timeforchange
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Find out more here: Antarctic and Southern Ocean Coalition’s web site.

“The word humility, like the human, comes from humus, or earth.
We are most human when we do no great things. We are not so important; we are simple dust and spirit—at best, loving midwives, participants in a process much larger than we.
If we are quiet and listen and feel how things move, perhaps we will be wise enough to put our hands on what waits to be born, and bless it with kindness and care.”
-Wayne Muller
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Image by Nancy Lankston

shhh, listen
seeds are stirring
in the belly
of the mother.
the sacred wheel
turns toward spring
life is awakening
in the body of her.
~Nancy Lankston
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Can you hear it?? Magic is afoot, running just beneath the surface. The seeds are stirring!
For months, Mama Earth has held the seeds of spring safe within her soil body. Then, as the wheel of the year slowly turns towards spring in early February, the seeds begin to stir and reawaken. Imbolc* has quietly arrived.
Celtic tales speak of the Cailleach — the divine hag Goddess who rules over winter and death. The Cailleach is the anncient Earth Mother Goddess in her bare winter crone form. She is is also known as the Bone Mother who is said to collect the bones of the animals that die in the winter. Bone Mother sings and prays over the bones of the animals all winter long. She does this out of love, so that the animals will cross over and return as new life in the spring.
On Imbolc, the Cailleach gathers firewood for the rest of the winter. If the Cailleach wishes to make winter last a lot longer, she will make sure that the weather on Imbolc is bright and sunny, so she can gather plenty of firewood. But, if Imbolc is a day of foul weather, it means that the Cailleach is asleep and winter is almost over.
Spring is on its way.
Offer up a prayer of gratitude
in honor of
the dance of Earth and Sun.
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*Imbolc is an old Irish word that means “in the belly”. It honors the pregnant ewes carrying new life in their wombs at this time of year. Imbolc is traditionally celebrated at the halfway point between winter solstice and spring equinox.
Image by Nancy Lankston


Oh do you have time
to linger
for just a little while
out of your busy
and very important day
for the goldfinches
that have gathered
in a field of thistles
for a musical battle,
to see who can sing
the highest note,
or the lowest,
or the most expressive of mirth,
or the most tender?
Their strong, blunt beaks
drink the air
as they strive
melodiously
not for your sake
and not for mine
and not for the sake of winning
but for sheer delight and gratitude –
believe us, they say,
it is a serious thing
just to be alive
on this fresh morning
in the broken world.
I beg of you,
do not walk by
without pausing
to attend to this
rather ridiculous performance.
It could mean something.
It could mean everything.
It could be what Rilke meant, when he wrote:
You must change your life.
~Mary Oliver
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Image: European goldfinches
by Anton Mir-Mar



“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself”.
~William Blake
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Image: Foggy Morning at Crater Lake by Nancy Lankston