Dream, dream away little birds, lest the dragon awaken before the dawn…

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Eastern Spinebill

Birds are such symbolic creatures.

Their capacity for flight, and the enormous effort it demands on their seemingly fragile bodies, make them representatives of freedom, determination, endurance, and the unexpected strength of resilience.

As creatures of air, birds offer flitting, rising, and soaring as ideas, inspiration, and imaginative thought. Their songs sing up creative communication, the medicine inherent in finding our individual voices and letting them be heard.

Their many forms, patterns, colours, ways, and songs speak to the diversity of cultures, creatures, and identities birthed from this world, Mother Earth. We dream ourselves, and each other, into existence through shared lives, encounters, collaborations, and realisations.

We are little birds, and we are dreaming.

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African Fish Eagle

Hello! Welcome to my blog, a space of living thought that resists the oppression of binary thinking, and the shackles of my own categorical labels. Here, you will find permeable contradictions, tangling complexities, and messy ripples as I test the waters of life – sometimes with a dipping toe, sometimes by jumping exuberantly into puddles!

 

ABOUT THE BLOGGER:

I want to know. But I know that I don’t fully understand how it is that I know, or if I even know anything. How do we know, really? Does anyone know anything at all? These are the questions that make life rich, interesting, and alive! They are also the questions that keep me awake at night, forever wondering if my understanding exists within a bubble, an echo chamber, a hall of mirrors*.

My thinking draws from many oppositional places.

I have been a scientist, rigorously trained in many facets of biology and ecology. But I have also had the rich waves of pagan and Aboriginal heritages and encounters with life wash over me as I have grown in Spirit, and love for my Mother, the Earth.

I have been an environmental and cultural geographer by trade, but just as much a friend, sister, daughter, auntie, and animal. Nothing is clearly divided, everything is far deeper, richer, and interconnected than categories can convey.

I have been a walking contradiction my whole life – an activist and an anarchist, a woman and a witch, a volunteer and vulnerable, neurologically diverse and difficult, a damsel and a dragon. I have been challenged, and changed…so many times.

I am, because we are. We, the people. We, the earthly beings of red and green blood. We, the microscopic. We, the cosmic. We, the mineral. We, the elemental. We, the global. We, the system of ecosystems. We, the living. We, the dead ancestral. We, the potential and chaotic energy of all existence. We, the spiritual being-ness of all things.

We are together.

*Deborah Bird Rose – Indigenous Ecologies and an Ethic of Connection, in Global Ethics & Environment, 1999.
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