6th January

The gift
Of wild geese singing
As they fly beside me
Light my way
On the wintery hill
Snow lies soft on the moor
Coal black crows
Shine in their darkness
And the woolly flock
Is gathered shivering
By winter fodder
Steaming with me
As I rise
Snow blows in my eyes
Stings my cheeks
And still the geese are singing
Still bringing joy
Even here
In bleak midwinter
#poetry

I wrote something that draws threads together from lots of reading and thinking about technology, our planet, climate change, and human relationships at both the individual and society scale. These are things I have tattooed on me: planets and birds and butterflies and who gets to write history.

Thanks @troberts and @KathyReid for helping me pick a photo and bio.

https://greenagenda.org.au/2025/09/forever-in-the-space-between-us/

We have "growth hackers" but no "stability hackers." "Disruptors" but no "preservers." Our entire vocabulary is oriented toward the new. We have no language for the equally difficult work of keeping existing things from falling apart.

https://www.joanwestenberg.com/the-rime-of-the-ancient-maintainer/