Poetry
Poetry...when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. - Robert Frost
Two Poems
By Sarah Brown Weitzman
Metal Mothers | Oxen
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Three Poems
By Lois Marie Harrod……
Conversations
ConversationsConscious Dialogue on our theme
Global Commons
Sacred Headwaters of the Amazon
By Belén Paez and Bill Twist
Bill Twist | What is particularly inspiring about this initiative is that the indigenous groups, although clearly working to protect their territories, also see that this project is for the…
Music
MusicTwo Artists inspired by global activism and collaboration with nightingales!
Living Traditions
Sam Lee | Birdsong Hits the Charts
By Sam Lee and Kari Auerbach
Sam Lee is a British singer of traditional folk songs, a collector, an archivist, a conservationist, and a radical re-interpreter of the…
Farming While Black
I thought that organic farming was invented by white people and worried that my ancestors who fought and died to break away from the land would roll over in their graves to see me stooping. I struggled with the feeling that a life on land would be a betrayal of my people. I could not have been more wrong.
Eating as if Life and the Planet Mattered
Marge | I believe that humans have a very vital, beautiful role by being part of this planet- this living community. I think our role is to use our awareness, our great combination of intelligence and heart to create a harmonious environment for all living beings and non-living beings.
Two Poems
Referencing Emily D in the Anthropocene | I Worry
Galleries
GalleriesOur featured artists
Conscious Consuming
Captives of Our Desire
By Cally Whitham
Finding beauty where none is immediately apparent and value in banality, photographic artist Cally Whitham’s camera collects images of ordinary things we no longer see.
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Documenting Land Trauma
Since the mid-1990s, when I first learned about it, a fervent desire of mine has been for this type of coal mining to be halted and forever banned. If my photos have helped build a movement calling for the abolition of mountain-top removal, then I have accomplished something in my life.
Two Poems
Metal Mothers | Oxen
A Song of Pause
By Kirsi Jansa
Arbor Day of this year, April 26th, a 40-foot Black Cherry tree fell on top of our brand-new electric vehicle while we were driving along a city street. The car was wrecked, totaled. My friend and I survived —alive and unscratched.

