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      And what strange a process that happened here on earth – the evolution of such diversity! And so extraordinarily intricate!

      How is it then that we are letting these incredible life forms down? Selfishly for thousands of years we humans only saw our own importance and mastery. Now we have to wake up and at last see their importance and realise that their lives are also ours – humans cannot live without this diversity in nature.

      Ottilie Neser

I Love You, Earth

      I love you, earth, you are beautiful

      I love the way you are

      I know I never said it to you

      But I wanna say it now

      I love you, I love you

      I love you, earth

      I love you, I love you

      I love you now

      I love you, earth, you are beautiful

      I love the way you shine

      I love your valleys, I love your mornings

      In fact I love you everyday

      I know I never said it to you

      Why I’d never know

      Over blue mountains, over green fields

      I wanna scream about it now

      I love you, I love you

      I love you, earth

      I love you, I love you

      I love you now

You are our meeting point of infinity

      You are our turning point in eternity

      I love you, I love you

      (I love you, I love you)

      I love you, earth

      I love you, I love you

      (I love you, I love you)

      I love you now

      I love you, I love you

      (I love you, I love you)

      I love you, earth

      I love you, I love you

      (I love you, I love you)

      I love you now

      Yoko Ono

Now It Is Our Turn

Stories of You and I

      1.

      My fingertips pushed through the mossy earth, into the damp soil, wriggling deeper.

      The texture of the roots between my fingers, some thick and almost rubbery, others

      delicate and fine, webs, rhizomes.

      The clay, the silt, the sand, the worm casts crumbled in my hands.

      All day I carried the smell of fresh earth on my fingers.

      Oh how much I wanted to push down right into you, my love, to be consumed by you.

      To feel myself sink into your depths, my dear, to take shelter in your underworld.

      The majesty of the mountains revealed themselves as I ascended.

      Tremendous expanses of daunting beauty.

      Above, vultures circled.

      Up here, where the air is thin, on the rocky outcrops, awe belongs to you alone, my love.

      The insects, the wildflowers, the so many ladybirds, the highland meadows thronged with life.

      My heart ached.

      Oh to curl up here, my dear, and listen to the wildlife creeping out after dark.

To contemplate the stars as the temperature plummets and my nose drips with the biting cold.

      I sat by the fire.

      Pine cones glowed orange, the needles hissed and spat, sap oozed from a green wood

      branch and the wood from the ash tree burned slow and hot.

      In the flickering light of the dancing flame, silence and conversation, all welcome by the crackling fire.

      The fluidity, the creativity, the passion, it was all there, my love.

      The fire radiated through me and I could taste the sweat and smoke on my lips.

      Oh to be so enthralled by you, my dear.

      To be pulled so close my cheeks burned red.

      The skin on the back of my neck tingled with the ice-cold water of the river.

      I looked down at my legs, glistening and distorted, my feet wrapped over a smooth

      pebble, holding fast against the rushing water.

      The little fish, the tadpoles, the river-weed tangled up with my feet, my skin flushed pink.

      I went numb, for a bit, my love.

      The sound of the flowing water lulled me, I spoke quietly to myself.

I bent down, submerged my face, the water lapping against my lips.

      Oh how it is to feel your energy in the water, my dear.

      To feel it in my scalp, shivering down my body.

      2.

      Now, I thank you, my love, for walking this walk with me.

      You have been the finest companion.

      You have walked me through such happiness and joy, such sadness and confusion.

      With you it has all been welcome. It has all been all right.

      And now, I question, what sort of companion was I?

      For all that I celebrated you and revelled in your wonder, I see now that I did not honour

      you, nor hold you in true reverence.

      I was here, you were there, and so I walked with you sometimes, and then went elsewhere.

      I admired you from afar.

      And from that comfortable distance, I could not feel how I too was caught up in

      exploiting you, diminishing you.

      I made you an object, myself a subject.

      We stood apart.

      You, and I.

And now, I wonder, who has suffered most, from this story of you, and I?

      Because you, my love, were never ‘nature’.

      And I …

      I was never anything else.

      3.

      Now, in the silence, I stretch my fingers wide and rest my hands on my belly.

      I breathe deep and slow.

      No clenched fists, an open heart, tender, no fear in fragility.

      My feet stand firm, my roots.

      My skin burns.

      Here, this is the unbearably