The More-than-Human World

Walking the Path to Nowhere & Everywhere

I went for a walk in the woods recently; along easy paths through the rolling miles of Epping Forest, an ancient forest miraculously still surviving on the outskirts of London, saved by campaigners. It’s not a difficult walk, and many germs of ideas sprouted by themselves on that walk, though I hadn’t intended to think about anything in particular at

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Frankenstein Apples

Using stories from her father Gregory Bateson’s work on ecology, Nora Bateson speaks to our obsession with growth, and how singling out specific organisms for development creates a perilous imbalance in the complex and interdependent process of ecology.

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A Nightingale Pilgrimage

So it was that after almost three weeks of recovering from the fatigue and coughing of a mild, but nevertheless very unpleasant covid infection, following right on the heels of being involved in some intense nonviolent civil disobedience, I longed to be out of the city and into the healing balm of the Spring flowering.  Taking a dawn train out

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Walking the Path to Nowhere & Everywhere

I went for a walk in the woods recently; along easy paths through the rolling miles of Epping Forest, an ancient forest miraculously still surviving on the outskirts of London, saved by campaigners. It’s not a difficult walk, and many germs of ideas sprouted by themselves on that walk, though I hadn’t intended to think about anything in particular at

Read More

Frankenstein Apples

Using stories from her father Gregory Bateson’s work on ecology, Nora Bateson speaks to our obsession with growth, and how singling out specific organisms for development creates a perilous imbalance in the complex and interdependent process of ecology.

Read More

A Nightingale Pilgrimage

So it was that after almost three weeks of recovering from the fatigue and coughing of a mild, but nevertheless very unpleasant covid infection, following right on the heels of being involved in some intense nonviolent civil disobedience, I longed to be out of the city and into the healing balm of the Spring flowering.  Taking a dawn train out

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