Last week, I came back to Singapore after three weeks in Sri Lanka. Continue reading “Returns, Possibilities, and Fourth-Graders: Gap Year Week 21”
I let out a little gasp of breath every time we step into the forest at Venus Loop. A few meters in, the cool air washes in over you—a sharp contrast to the concrete path leading to the entrance, where it’s generally late enough in the morning that the Singapore sun has emerged with a force to drive any sane residents into air conditioning. But just inside the forest is green light, dark and dappled and promising. Continue reading “Return to Venus: Gap Year Week 13”
Umbrella cockatoos come in screeching numbers, bright white forms streaking across the sky: angels blasting death metal. Continue reading “Portrait of a Cockatoo”
Here are some facts. Today I am angry. I share this sentiment with many around the world. It is not a new anger. It has been festering for a long time.
Here is another fact. Today the United States has elected someone who believes climate change cannot exist because if it does it will negatively impact businesses.
Most encounters with wildlife are undramatic. Continue reading “In the Undergrowth”
We can learn a lot from spiders.
For example: how to escape gravity. That is not to say we are all trapeze artists, capable of dancing through the air on silken cords. But rather to understand how to balance on a knife’s edge, to find a home and comfort millimeters from falling. How to resist the pull and instead keep one’s self aloft by the sheer sticky strength of will.
The value of patience, of waiting for hours on end in soft blanketed silence, statuesque, rooting yourself in the atmosphere, of becoming one with the sky. Perhaps then you learn to feel yourself as mere atoms, watch your fingertips become carbon, oxygen, hydrogen. Perhaps after a while you become a mere collage of electrons bound by surface tension, ready to evaporate at the slightest touch.
Depending less on one’s eyes, too. Understanding the world through touch and vibration. Knowing how we move. What a gift it would be to be fully conscious of every step through the world, of every brush with life.
Also, interconnectedness. Each strand of the house is built on the other is built on the other but is not codependent. They can exist half-formed and broken; they can form whole. It is circular. It all comes back to itself.