There are moments when we can choose to step from one world to the next. And the world we may choose to step into is the one where live, w...

“I don’t know anything about consciousness. I just try to teach my students how to hear the birds sing.” Shunryu Suzuki Roshi. I sit in m...

“A dangerous monster threatens our community. One man takes it on himself to kill the beast and restore happiness to the kingdom…” This ...

I wrote this poem at the end of February 2020, when 200% of the average rainfall in the UK in February had fallen. It seemed like the rai...

I am delighted that my artwork 'Threshold' was selected for a group show at the George Lawson Gallery in Mill Valley, California. It is p...

Listening to trees in the Amazon in Ecuador with Gordon Hempton

This blog was first published on the Explorer X website . We are deep in the Ecuadorian Amazon, staying with the Cofan people in their vi...

Because if we don’t see flowers, we often don’t see trees either. In my time at this residency, I came across the term ‘plant blindness’.

The Jaya Sri Maha Bodhi tree, in Anuradhapura, is the reason that I chose to visit Sri Lanka. It is the oldest tree recorded to be planted

It’s now been 25 days since I set out from Helsinki to Puducherry, landing in Chennai. I spent the first three nights in Puducherry, reco...

At the start of my own journey to the trees, I read ‘In Search of the Canary Tree’. This book is Dr Lauren Oakes’ account of how she tra...

Whilst I was still in New York, I read a post on Terri Connellan's Quiet Writing website which resonated with me about listening to my li...

I sit by the side of a pond in the Catksills, upstate New York. The pond is in a valley created by a meteor crater. The meteor landed ove...