Unde aether sidera pascit? — From where would the sky feed the stars? Lucretius
When language itself comes under threat—narrowed by external constraints or stripped of its generative power—a (re)turn to poetics becomes an act of relational resistance. A poetics of relationality emerges as a living collaboratory between time, place, and self, leading from reflection to becoming to action. For me, this lexical path first surfaced in the moss-soft forests of Himmelbjerget in Denmark, where nature, art, and spirit dance together—from the roots of Danish democracy to Heimdall’s home, to the vibrancy of Himmelbjerggården.
Himmelbjerggården
It continued in the chaparral woodlands near my home in Arizona, where manzanita, oak, and the occasional alligator juniper stand as sentinels. There, among their interwoven forms, I found both solace and provocation in the shifting colours of emergent spring. I reached toward what I know: those rare and intimate moments when the human and more-than-human entwine in shared presence.
This is a day for calligraphies and choreographies of possibility, where language doesn’t describe the world but co-creates it. From manzanita-infused ink teasing radicles of meaning through translucent typing paper to laptop, the layered materiality of inscription imbues these words with generative power.
I find grounding in the stillness Thomas Merton names, where the mountain is SEEN only after one consents to the impossible paradox: it is and is not. And then—another opening:
“The ‘new consciousness’ reading the calligraphy of snow and rock from the air. A sign of snow on a mountainside as if my ancestors were hailing me… we burst into secrets.”
This new consciousness is not about transcendence but rather about intimacy: an embodiment across place, self, and more-than-human life. It is not language as mastery, but as invitation. The following lexicon is offered in that spirit—an incomplete, living gesture toward what might yet emerge when we let meaning root, drift, and move with the world.
Maybe it was the autumn foliage on the verge of turning along the riverbanks and edges of New Hampshire fields, themselves having turned into palettes of ochre and sepia from weeks of late-summer drought — perhaps it was the deepening topography as I drove further north — or likely also it was the late afternoon sun reflecting off the rippling surface of the Pemigewasset River, wider here north of Plymouth, as it makes its way from sources in the White Mountains miles to the north. Whatever the reason, the slightest seed of a Robert Frost poem, like a brilliant white tuft of milkweed on a gossamer wind, made its way into my consciousness. The one line ‘and we lose all manner of pace and fixity in our joys and acquire a listening air’, from his poem ‘The Sound of Trees’ started as a kernel and grew layer by layer to my remembering the whole of the poem by week’s end.
Pemigewasset River at Livermore Falls
My talk at the Museum of the White Mountains, titled ‘Interwoven Ecologies: Movement and Regeneration in a More-than-Human World’ had Frost’s concept at its very heart — that at our core we are an ‘expression of forces’ of both human and more-than-human worlds, a recognition of a de-centering that can dramatically empower us to engage in the questions of relationality, agency, and more.
In his context, Frost limned a relationship with trees as sentient and relational beings and brought readers into a receptive mode while acknowledging the movement-centered existence that the trees, while perhaps outwardly sedentary, expressed both to and through us — as co-inhabitants of the poem and the transformative power of human/more-than-human relationality.
Frost’s poem stayed with me as I shared the second part of the week at the Garrison Institute in New York’s Hudson River Valley with a wonderful group of approximately sixty leaders from all over the world in conscious food systems, planetary health, regenerative learning, agriculture, consciousness studies, funding, global networking, climate change activism, indigenous ways of knowing, and more — from academia, yes, but largely from practitioners and the non-profit and advocacy sector — to explore how the implementation of consciousness and regenerative practices can help transform food systems at scale.
The Garrison Institute
The questions that surfaced & ideas we shared in our three days at Garrison resonated with my reading of Frost’s poem earlier in the week, and his words kept creeping into the margins of my notes as we shared initiatives on regenerative practice as a ‘process of rebuilding and renewal of the common ground from crisis and collapse to regeneration and renewal’ (Hannah) in the hope that we can reshape and ‘affect value changes and lead to deeper conscious change’ (Andrew) in a reimagination of a range of practices, including an educational framework inviting learners and communities of practice to counter a prevailing exploitative growth-minded outlook and ultimately asking, ‘why are the questions what they are? — and why are the research methodologies shaped the way they are?’ (Nicole)
There were so many layered conversations that engaged with/in the full spaciousness of the former Capuchin Monastery on the banks of the Hudson that it may take months to see how some of the newly spun threads of inquiry will find one another to weave into a more conscious and holistic future for both food systems and broader regenerativeness into which I hope we can see them evolve. Despite the fertility and depth of conversation, and the spaciousness and time, there was an underlying urgency as we sought to find the leverage points where these seeds of radical growth could find fertile soil in which to flourish.
At the same time, I was reading Marica Bjornerud’s wonderful Timefulness, which, with a deep understanding of geomorphology in the context of a contemporary worldview that ‘represents an “epistemic rupture so radical that nothing of the past survives”‘ (161). To help us unmoor from the ‘Island of now’ and destabilize our fixation on the present, Bjornerud invites us to collectively find a way ‘how to turn rocks into verbs’ (61) in order to recognize our own temporal geopositionality in the context of a prevailing seismodynamic and tectonokinetic fluidity.
Bjornerud’s lithico-philosophical sedimentations couldn’t help but send me to my bookshelf seeking my well worn and now fifteen-years’ old reading of Stones of Aran, to find where Tim Robinson similarly asks, ‘what tense must I use to comprehend memories, memories of memories of what is forgotten, words that once held memories but are now just words?’ (8). Exceptional details of the Aran Islands percolate upwards through the karst landscape to momentarily coalesce in turloughs, ‘letting the island recompose itself as music’ through the fluidity of its seasonal movements — ‘Il cimento dell’armonia e dell’inventione’ forever cast and recast along this unmoored archipelago in the North Atlantic.
Farther west still and even farther north, on ᐅᒥᖕᒪᒃ ᓄᓇ, Umingmak Nuna, Land of the Muskox (also known as Ellesmere Island) in northern Nunavut, Robert Frost’s un-fixity leads me (during my long drive back from the Hudson to Boston for my flight home) to Aritha van Herk’s exercise in un-reading along the shores of Lake Hazen, well above the Arctic Circle at some 81°N. As she seeks to reclaim the eponymous character from her well-worn copy of Anna Karenina to ‘free her from her written self’(119) on the remote island that does not permit ‘such bare-faced superficiality’ (94) ‘within this endless light [where] she resists all earlier reading’ (121). For centuries, the far north has itself been written into the psyche of so many in the south as a fixed imaginary (a place, an idea, a feeling, a place of both possibility and fear), so a critical un-reading of a fiction in the reality of an all-too-often mythologized place seeks (not unproblematically, certainly) to re-situate, re-name, de-colonize fictionalized bodies and terrain. It’s much as Alootook Ipellie underscores in his Arctic Dreams and Nightmares, ‘The Arctic is a world unto its own where events are imagined yet real and true to live, as we experience them unfolding each day’ (xix).
Summer in the Scandinavian Arctic
Van Herk takes her tack with the wind flowing through Frost’s trees upon the waters rising and falling in Robinson’s turloughs as she un-reads and re-writes self, text, and terrain in a kind of reclamation—a way of freeing bodies and places from a framework of imposed, static, and ultimately marginalizing static narratives.
This work of unsettling static narratives, then—whether of bodies, language, places, or time—reveals the movement inherent at the heart of both human and more-than-human worlds. A resistance to fixity allows us to see the networks of interconnected movements that define us: wind through the trees, seasonal flux of water across landscapes, words within a narrative and the shifting contours that limn our collective and individual understandings. Much as we engaged in practice and conversation at the Garrison retreat last month, where we explored the intersections of consciousness, transformative food systems, and planetary health, this disruption of imposed frameworks encourages a deeper engagement with complexity and relationality. By un-reading and re-imagining these static frameworks (literary, human, and ecological alike), we open pathways for radical, root-deep transformations.
In embracing this dynamism, we re-inhabit these spaces, liberating not only the land and its stories but also ourselves. We are reminded that regeneration—of ecosystems, food systems, education, and consciousness—requires a willingness to disrupt and reshape what has been fixed, opening new possibilities for agency, interdependence, and renewal. Disrupting fixity is not just an intellectual pursuit, but a lived practice, grounding us in the work of reimagining and regenerating our shared futures.
‘Sometimes,’ I shared recently with followers on Twitter and Facebook, ‘the answers are in a book about lichens.’
Deep among the vivid pages ofLichens of North America, someplace between the descriptions of Cladina sterllaris and Cladonia cervicornis verticillata, I may have found the inspiration that I’d been seeking. The glory of lichenate minutiae, the intricate interstices and curls of lace disappearing into fractal edges–It just isn’t possible to get close enough.
Somewhere among these images is what I am looking for.
To liberally paraphrase Karen Barad from her recent book, Meeting the Universe Halfway, the material conditions of much of our current postsecondary landscape “performatively produces” and reinscribes pedagogies and curricula that persist in sketching boundaries between learning and the world beyond the academy. Reminiscent of Tim Cresswell’s notion that we continually practice and re-inscribe ideologies through our daily practice (how do we know how to act in public spaces–how do we conversely recreate those places through our actions?), such reasoning etches parallel furrows in a granite landscape resolutely lichenate.
As educators, we follow, as a matter of course, such glacial scarring on a panoply of metaphoric stones, through or past, but rarely insinuated with the organic systems that surround us.
What would it be like, I asked students in my first-year Writing and Speaking to the Issues class recently, to jump these lines and devote all one’s life to a single passion and a single aim — and one that steps beyond the mere self-serving to change the ways that others think about the world.
If we choose, as I enjoined my students, to engage in dialogue with moments of the performative everyday, what I hope that may well emerge from the complexity of countless nodes and intersections–imbricated and involuted all–is a dynamic system that yields and demonstrates resilience.