Humanity
The stubborn life between the rocks often touches me to tears
It was the uncertain wind that scattered the unpicked seeds to the ends of the sea. When they can no longer find the soil, they pin their last hope in this crevice. Although they can also share warmth from the sun and get moisture from the rain, only the soil on which all life depends has to be found on their own. The reality they face is so grim.
Minnie M. DavisPublished 3 years ago in EarthThe Sun Also Rises
A great many moons ago, far more than I care to remember, I was faced with making a choice of going to university to study the breeding habits of the South American hermit crab or classical literature. I chose the latter. These Corona crisis lockdown days I’m not so sure I made the right choice.
Adam EvansonPublished 3 years ago in EarthBeginner’s Mind and the Reclaiming of Awe
Up here, sound travels strangely. Human voices echo and waver, bouncing off sun-striped sea and granite cliffs. You can hear the voices of passengers in boats a kilometre away, every word carried to shore by the action of tiny indestructible waves.
Ryan FrawleyPublished 3 years ago in EarthThis is What Happens When You Disconnect
All I need is an Internet connection. Or at least, that would be all I needed if all I cared about was making money. I’ve been with my wife since before smartphones existed, so I’ve seen the world change as it has migrated online.
Ryan FrawleyPublished 3 years ago in EarthThe gift that keeps on giving
Would you believe me if I told you that mind-reading is not so much of a supernatural ability as everyone perceives it to be?
Stacie ChernykhPublished 3 years ago in EarthThe Absence of Sound:
Doomsday Diary Write a short piece of dystopian fiction involving a heart-shaped locket. The Absence of Sound The absence of sound, or rather the absence of human sound, is all that's left, or all that I've found. I used to walk in the woods to get away from that sound. To have some alone time, to connect with mother earth. They used to call that "green therapy". Well, that's all there is now, at least in my neck of the woods. Literally, woods, all around, in every direction, that's all that can be seen.
Dawna RevellPublished 3 years ago in EarthSTS-51-L. The Day Challenger Exploded 73 Seconds after Lift-Off, Killing All Seven Crew Members
To start this article off - did you know just how many Space Shuttles were actually built and used in exploratory and experimental low Earth orbit between 1981 and 2011?
Jonathan TownendPublished 3 years ago in EarthNature And Mental Health: 4 Science-Based Ways Nature Can Improve Wellbeing
Most of us can agree that getting into nature makes us feel good, and there’s good reason for that! Nature and mental health are actually connected in surprising ways — let’s use them to our advantage!
Emma Jarek-SimardPublished 3 years ago in Earth- Top Story - June 2021
the joy of remembering
As a youth, Lion King was one of my favorite movies. One line that stays with me is the spirit of Mufasa encouraging Simba to "remember who you are." Over the years, there have been many times when I've questioned who I am and where I am going. My process as an earthen plaster artist helps me to remember with a new level of depth. A fountain of happiness is beginning to erupt as I ground myself in a knowing that is free from doubt.
kenya wrightPublished 3 years ago in Earth Flowers for the People
My introduction to social change was a subtle one, more specifically stumbling across the book "Design for the Real World: Human Ecology and Social Change" by Vincent Papaneck in a local used book store when I was 15. For the first time in my life, I felt like there was a certain amount of social change that was within my capacity. Coming from a working class background, I felt removed from the creative students who had access to the technology that allowed them to create digital images, build 3D models, as well as the classes, background, and instruction that allowed them to hone in on those skills. "Design for the Real World" provided a practical guide to material minimalism and rethinking design and generative practices in a way that also catered to human needs. And for the first time, I had been introduced to design and creative means of practice that didn’t glorify excess or destruction for its own sake. Previously, I believed that design and generative practices were only possible through ceaseless and rapid production of “new” goods and that a “trade-off” needed to be made between the creation of “new” things, the majority of people living “well”, and being able to maintain a livable environment free of exploitative competition.
Janelle A. MonroyPublished 3 years ago in EarthThe Cicada Year
They have a polarizing effect, cicadas. I know the first time I saw one, seventeen years ago during the last emergence of Brood X, I wasn’t too keen. Something about their wild, ungainly flight, sending their big black bodies careening this way and that, was unsettling. I find it funny now—even charming—but I remember dodging them on the way to school back then, fending them off with an open umbrella and crying. In fact, most people I know are extremely unsettled by their presence, especially as concerns these periodical cicadas that crawl from the ground in hoards, coating tall trees with a vibrating, screaming layer of the clumsy, sex-crazed insects. No one who has experienced a periodical cicada year forgets it, that’s for sure.
Jessica WhiteheadPublished 3 years ago in EarthA Garden
My transformation began slowly. There were bits of seeds planted when we went camping as kids and told to police the grounds before we could leave a campsite. Trash bags were in our cars, and we picked up litter whenever we went on a hike. The seeds began to sprout when I read “Silent Spring” , suggested by my favorite librarian. And roots took hold as my class celebrated the first Earth Day, a day to show concern for the whole earth. The seeds and roots had turned into large plants as my college friends and I went hiking above and spelunking below the Appalachian Mountains. My love of nature was fully formed, and I wanted to take care of this earth, this planet we all live on.
Judi GuralnickPublished 3 years ago in Earth