Nature

Otter Creek Park
I’ve written about Otter Creek before. It holds a very special place in my heart. It’s where I got my first job, age 16. I didn’t even have my full license yet, just a learner’s permit. So I’d have to drive to work with my mom in the car, and then she’d come back to get me when my shift was over. Luckily, that only lasted a month or two - then I could drive myself back and forth alone, a relief for both myself and my mom, I’m sure. Working at Otter Creek Park was a very formative experience, and it helped shape the path I took in college and beyond.
By Spokeswoman Adventures5 years ago in Earth
Treetops
Sadhguru: When I was going to school, I missed school every opportunity I got. I used to be a very agile climber of anything. They sent me to school with a tiffin box and water bottle and I had a bicycle, so I was equipped for the day. I would go give my attendance at the school assembly and then ride off on my bicycle to the biggest tree in the campus, climb to the topmost branch possible and go right to the edge of a tender branch and sit there.
By Sadhguru5 years ago in Earth
Mountain Mystic
Sadhguru: Right from my infancy, there were always certain mountains in the background of my eyes. When I was sixteen years old and discussed this with my friends, they said, “You're crazy! Where are mountains?” That was when I realized no one had mountains in their eyes except me. For some time I thought I should find out where they are, but then I ignored that idea. Suppose there is a spot on your spectacles, you get used to it after a while. It was just like that. It was only much later when a whole flood of memory came back to me, and when I was looking for a place to establish the Dhyanalinga, that I started looking for that particular peak in my eyes.
By Sadhguru5 years ago in Earth
Types of Weed Control Methods
Owning an agricultural land comes with pride, but this pride can fade away when you start facing weed control issues. According to a research conducted by the Weeds CRC in Australia, weeds cause an annual loss of $3.9 billion in farm yields.
By Pablo Mones5 years ago in Earth
Monkey Famaly
In the huge new cemetery, some two miles distant, the old people buried their dead, and came back to the house steeped in shadows and silence.
By datt5 years ago in Earth
Monkey Paw
Part II In the brightness of the wintry sun next morning as it streamed over the breakfast table he laughed at his fears. There was an air of prosaic
By datt5 years ago in Earth
The Benefits Of Landscaping With Hair Cap Moss
Hair Cap Moss has one of the broadest growing needs among moss plants, especially among any plant you want to add to your landscaping. In general, adding moss to your garden provides you with several benefits ranging from being aesthetically pleasing to filling in garden gaps.
By Miki Mo5 years ago in Earth
How can we farm for a vegan future?
By 2025, the UN predicts that the world’s population will be close to 10 billion. This increase in global demand for food means that farming is going through a major transformation, and farmers are being forced to adopt methods that are less damaging to the environment in order for us all to meet our nutritional needs.
By Subeesh Narayanan V5 years ago in Earth
Animals of night
I have to get away; I need to make sense of this. My mind needs quiet. My lungs need fresh air. My soul needs to connect with something other than people and things that beep. I find myself pulling into one of my favorite places to hike. A Marsh and nature preserve outside of the moving town. I don’t remember the drive and don’t think twice about it. I put the vehicle into park, warm my hands on the vents one last time, take a few deep intentional breaths and open the door. Almost symbolic of the storm inside my mind, the cold winter wind hits my face along with pelts of snow. The snow hits, sticks, then slides off my face before it has a chance to melt from my body temperature completely. My whole body shudders. I throw my coat on as I trek away from the Jeep, hat, and gloves to follow. Even in the winter storm, the trail is easy to spot. Smooth Snow illuminates the worn path. I move along the route, tucking my hands into the warmest spot I can find. The snow is too deep for the boots I slipped on; I feel ice against the back of my legs. I’ll walk until I can’t feel my feet; I shrug. I suddenly realized the winter storm had stopped. I stop and look around. There is no chance of complete darkness with all of this snow. The rattle of prairie grasses and expired flowers is loud as the wind blows. The soft subtle whisper from freshly fallen snow is here. I stand still with winter and listen to what it is saying. I close my eyes, and flashes of the tiger come back into the front of my thoughts.
By A. Lusch5 years ago in Earth
Half as Crooked as a Flounder
As you probe for the lock’s combination, remember to be like a barn owl, not a dolphin or a bat. You will live in a world of sound, you will know and map all things through sound, but must never dream of being so crass as to produce any of your own. This isn’t echolocation: it isn’t shrieking in the dark and forcing every fiber in your vicinity to echo back your cry, betraying its position. No: there will be better uses for shrieking, later. What you are doing is pure listening, passive, waiting for each separate thing to reveal itself to you through the quiet sounds of its own existence. Like a barn owl sensing the heartbeat of a distant vole, you must let each diminutive click of your work slide across your cheekbone to your ear, engraving its secrets in a line below your eye. Then, when the right secret has been whispered to you, you must pounce. Click on one. Six is binding. Click. Click. Open.
By Chris Hansen5 years ago in Earth
We Rose Together
Resonating with daily life in the valley requires connecting with how the sun and its light-rays relate with the moisture in the air. The fog rolls in over the mountains and there is a mystical moment to be felt when a heart is open to the experience of the light.
By Maurena Leigh McKee5 years ago in Earth
Owl Oak
Chapter 1 Owl Oak was a tree that stood big and strong, and Alexander could have sworn that it had not aged a day since he was a child. He had witnessed death and trauma; love and loss; he had watched all fall around him like acorns; however, the tree remained unchanged. It was the last tree in London.
By Alfie Saunders5 years ago in Earth