With my Ecologist ‘hat’ on, I recently chaired a session at the inaugural Timber Festival. Tony Greenham, Economics Director at the RSA, John Everitt, Chief Exec of The National Forest, and I chatted about community banks; the Saddleworth moor fires; Doughnut Economics; forests; news and more. Trees, festivals, ideas…. bliss!
||7th July 2018
||Timber Festival: panel session
At the end of 2017, a shiny new Audi crashed into my little old car while I was stationary at traffic lights. I’m fairly sure the driver was on his phone. My car was a write-off, but after going through the initial frustrations and hassle, I’ve now arrived at ‘Blue Monday’ — typically the most depressing day of the year — with happiness.
I had a seasonal image pop in to my mind the other day, and it turned itself into a short story. I thought I’d share it here…
The people were looking around for the next distraction from their routines. On the breeze, they caught the scent of the Creature, and followed.
This is a piece that was published online with the Elsewhere Journal. I wrote it after I’d been on Dartmoor (in Devon, UK), and was trying to express how it makes me feel, and what it prompts me to do — it’s a feeling I don’t quite encounter anywhere else.
Here’s the original, and I’ve reposted it below:
Earlier this year, I’d been thinking about how my sunflowers made me feel. I wrote about it and entered it into the Green Alphabet Writing Prize (a competition organised by the Flipside Festival, in conjunction with Friends of the Earth), and I found out I’d been longlisted! The idea was to take a letter of the alphabet, and write a poem or short piece of prose on an environmental theme. I chose ‘E’ for ‘Encounter’. Here it is:
**First published in The Ecologist, 13th June 2017**
As Theresa May and her Ministers struggle to make a pact with the DUP, Ecologist Nature Editor, ELIZABETH WAINWRIGHT says we could all do worse than model both leadership and politics on Nature and work together to improve partnership and community, as well as innovation
Bob Dylan’s recent Nobel prize for Literature underlines one of the things I’ve always appreciated about him — his poetry, and the way he uses metaphor and rhythm and beauty to tap into personal and universal experience. Earlier today, I was struck by one of his lyrics whilst listening to Shelter from the Storm. It was a lyric I’d never properly noticed before —