“I think art is another way to try to exercise your imagination at connecting incongruous things. It’s a way to say, hey, reader, let’s work together and practice and train our imagination to connect things that you don’t readily think of as connected. And then that maybe becomes a little bit political, because I think the solution going forward is we need to have a much more planetary perspective.”
Anthony Doerr

"But it feels dangerous, half buried, damaged. I love it because of all the wild places I know in England, it feels to me the wildest. It's not an untouched wilderness like a mountaintop, but a ramshackle wildness in which people and the land have conspired to strangeness." Helen Macdonald, H is for Hawk

“Our kinship with Earth must be maintained; otherwise, we will find ourselves trapped in the center of our own paved-over souls with no way out.” 

Terry Tempest Williams, Finding Beauty in a Broken World

"She learned to speak for the ground, the voice coming through her like roots that have long hungered for water. "

Joy Harjo in the poem "For Alva Benson, And For Those Who Have Learned To Speak" from She Had Some Horses, 1997

"Perhaps such a search for the individuals, the 'units' of biology is misguided. The fundamental nature of life may not be atomistic but relational. The essence of the community...is the network of interactions, not the collection of selves." David George Haskell from The Song of Trees

"There is a time in life when you expect the world to be always full of new things. And then comes a day when you realise that is not how it will be at all. You see that life will become a thing made of holes. Absences. Losses. Things that were there and are no longer. And you realise, too, that you have to grow around and between the gaps, though you can put your hand out to where things were and feel that tense, shining dullness of the space where the memories are."
Helen Macdonald from H is for Hawk

"Best to let the broken glass be broken glass, let it splinter into smaller pieces and dust and scatter. Let the cracks between things widen until they are no longer cracks but the new places for things. That was where they were now. The world wasn't ending: it had ended and now they were in the new place. They could not recognize it because they had never seen it before."  Colson Whitehead, Zone One

"Every ecology, every community of plants and animals and soil, has its own particular kind of personality, or intelligence, which affects the people who live in it … Modern science might use different words, but it tells us exactly the same thing: the topography of a place, its geology, its weather, the flora and fauna which inhabit it alongside us – all of these aspects of a place contribute to the character and sense of identity of the people who live there." Sharon Blackie

"To know fully even one field or one land is a lifetime’s experience. In the world of poetic experience it is depth that counts, not width. A gap in a hedge, a smooth rock surfacing a narrow lane, a view of a woody meadow, the stream at the junction of four small fields ..." Patrick Kavanagh

"By facing what is happening and rendering it visible, artists challenge and empower viewers to confront and comprehend as well, offering footholds as we search our way forward." Julie Reiss from Brooklyn Rail essay "Art in the Climate Crisis"

"The universe is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper."  Eden Phillpotts

 "Much opportunity is heading toward us disguised as loss. And we’re going to need stories—deep, powerful, alchemical stories—to help guide us through such a time." Martin Shaw

 “He cried the relief he felt at finally seeing the pattern, the way all the stories fit together—the old stories, the war stories, their stories—to become the story that was still being told. He was not crazy; he had never been crazy. He had only seen and heard the world as it always was: no boundaries, only transitions through all distances and time.” Leslie Marmon Silko

 “It’s no metaphor to feel the influence of the dead in the world, just as it’s no metaphor to hear the radiocarbon chronometer, the Geiger counter amplifying the faint breathing of rock, fifty thousand years old. (Like the faint thump from behind the womb wall.) It’s no metaphor to witness the astonishing fidelity of minerals magnetized, even after hundreds of millions of years, pointing to the magnetic pole, minerals that have never forgotten magma whose cooling off has left them forever desirous. We long for place; but place itself longs. Human memory is encoded in air currents and river sediment.” Anne Michaels, Fugitive Pieces

"Pay attention. Be honest. Tell about it."  Mary Oliver

 “Societies never know it, but the war of an artist with his society is a lover’s war...And he does at his best what lovers do, which is to reveal the beloved to himself and with that revelation to make freedom real.” James Baldwin from a 1962 essay "The Creative Process"

"When we commit to action, the universe comes to meet us in unforeseen and providential ways as though it holds the extra firestick needed to ignite the fire. It only does this once the leap into the unknown has been taken." Lucy Neal in Playing for Time: making art as if the world mattered 

“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”
Howard Thurman

 "The civilizing process sought to do away with two attributes that today are the cause of the terminal crisis being suffered: by the negation of the spirit and the destruction of nature. Both phenomena lie at the bottom of the malaise of modernity.
Sooner or later, every human being faces the challenge of recognizing their own spirit. Spirituality does not appear, except as a result of their confronting, not fleeing from, the world. It is the response of being ‘in front of the abyss’. Faced with the lack of logic or meaning of existence, faced with the incommensurability of the universe."
Victor M. Toledo in Resilience, 9/2020

"If you have looked hard at the manner of things, if you have surveyed the troubles of our time, and cannot discover a way forward, do not despair. Do better. Grieve: mount an altar to the sensuous feelings of loss that swim through you. In the stinging fumes that redden the eyes, you might partly recover a clear vision of where to go.

You might come to see that forward movement is no longer possible in these moments, and that the way to go was never forward anyway – but awk-ward: into the blackness of catacombs, into the shadows of sanctuary, into the riven cracks signed with the pen of the trickster, into the heat of compost, into the position of a prostrated man who knows that when the storm roars the thing to do is to be still. In that stillness, entire worlds churn."

Bayo Akomolafe