Let’s give it up for Mother Nature! What a gal. She gives us literally everything we have and asks nothing in return – don’t say she doesn’t speak, you’re just not listening! Or maybe you are. Maybe you too are aware just how plentiful are the gifts and opportunities dangled before us like lush fruits of the jungle as we spin through space at stunning speed. In this episode, I discuss the nature of nature (including reasons to think the Earth is literally a sentient entity) and why the prevalent self-hatred of humanity (often justified with reference to ecological abuses and failings of conscience) is but a juvenile cocoon ready to be released as the butterfly of forgiveness when we realise we ARE nature and that Gaia is doing this to herself, through us – and our awakening will also be hers. We are the cause of many terrible crises facing the biosphere but we are also the creatures that make music, poetry and paintings, that tell jokes and fall in love, study nature, play games, build rockets, care for the weak and read children bedtime stories. We must acknowledge and work on our darkness but must also see and celebrate our light, or else we will fail to unify enough to implement the powerful solutions which already exist, needing only mass public awareness to do their magic. We belong here, just as all Earthlings do – we need only find wisdom’s balance. We are Mother Nature’s sons and daughters and it’s time we came home to our senses, to embrace and give gratitude to our beautiful living planet.

P.S. Here’s the poem I couldn’t quite remember during the podcast: “Our Home In The Stars”

Through window skies, crystal clear

should a far, lonesome traveller peer,

everyoung Nature will fill their eyes

in sweet, swaying light, dancing alone

No warmer welcome, no kinder prize,

our home in the stars, our garden stone.

Deep forgotten wells of stardust swell

into her flawless, flourishing flirt;

Love – the flower of life itself,

flowing wild woven clothes for her

She is the laugh and sigh and smile

of the slumbering Oneness, a precious sunlit isle,

and we are her dance amongst the stars,

to bloom and be the dreams we find afar