Monthly Archives: April 2019

Ice Wisdom

Now comes Eskimo-Kalaallit Elder Angaangaq Angakkorsuaq, a traditional healer, storyteller and carrier of the Qilaut (winddrum). By his own account, his life mission and spiritual task, given to him by his mother, has been to “melt the ice in the heart of men”.

On his website, he writes:

 


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More wisdom from the speaking ice, as recorded in  a recent interview:

 

 

 

 

A MESSAGE TO HIS HOLINESS, POPE FRANCIS

 

For more on the spiritual crisis of environmental unravelling, we highly recommend the below video of a recent program at Harvard Divinity School, featuring both Angaangaq Angakkorsuaq and Nainoa Thompson:

 

 

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With Ferocious Love

In full support of the extensive non-violent civil disobedience unfolding in London and throughout the world, we relay Extinction Rebellion’s  Declaration of Rebellion, together with a few images from recent actions.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Time is running out; in fact, there is a large volume of data that suggests that time has already run out, and that we are now in the midst of an irreversible environmental unravelling. So-called elites must be pressured to rearrange their calendars, grasp the urgency of the climate breakdown, and declare an emergency. Even then, the challenges will be staggering and relentless.

Cheers to those thousands of extinction rebels for putting their bodies on the line, in the spirit of peace, and in ferocious love for the whole of life.

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Tapered To A Claw

At this time of year, our thoughts drift to the North Atlantic in the year 1912. Steaming at top speed towards the American dream machine, RMS Titanic represents coal-fired energy; class hierarchy; technophilia; and unabashed hubris. Somewhere out there in the dark, floats a frozen antagonist, representing Deep Time and all those forces that elude human grasp.

Most art and poetry that reflects on her doomed voyage focuses on the behavior and disposition of passengers and crew; we prefer to contemplate the iceberg. Below, an excerpt from a longer poem by E.J. Pratt. Born in Newfoundland and a keen student of the Northern waters, Pratt knew a thing or two about large chunks of ice.

 

 

THE CLAW WAITS FOR MIDNIGHT

 

 

Needless to say, we learned nothing from that disaster, nor from any of the countless disasters that followed. As inverted utopians, we remain unable to imagine the implications of our clever tech.

Full speed ahead.

 


An Ecology of Intimacy

This week, we return to the voice of Leanne Simpson with excerpts from a longer essay published in 2016, critiquing the pseudo-reconciliation process launched by the “liberal” Trudeau government in Canada.

As Jill Stauffer so brilliantly demonstrates in her pioneering book Ethical Loneliness, a false reconciliation does nothing but retraumatize the victim while further entrenching the moral sanctimony of the perpetrator.

Images link to Simpson videos, also worthy of deep listening.

 

 

 

 

 

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