Hello there. Hope you’re enjoying Issue Eight. I thought I’d introduce myself since I’ll be a regular contributor to the WWR blog.

You’ll find my bio on the masthead, but let me say a bit here about the logic I imagine will drive my future posts.

Echoing WWR’s mission, I’m interested in the metaphors that inform the way we live on this grand, mysterious planet we call home. I reckon the time has come to think beyond the metaphors capitalism sets up—of use, extraction, ownership and combat—in order that we might live more wisely on earth (and maybe even stick around for a while).

I’m drawn to ideas that re-imagine and re-situate the human experience. Yogic philosophy excites me, as do many contemporary environmental writers. The author and peach farmer David Mas Masumoto, for instance, calls into question the language we use to describe—of all things—weeds. Once we agree to cease our war against weeds, he says, we begin to notice that some bloom as fragrantly as flowers, that others enrich the soil beneath our crops, and that—yes—some will always require a ruthless tug.

May our ideas grow like weeds on these pages, wilder and more beautiful than ourselves. Happy reading.

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