I try to understand the wound. What was the cause of the land and people’s severing? Why did those who lived here begin to feel it was not enough, to want more, to violently conquer other lands? But then I wonder if the wondering is pointless, if this thinking is trapped in the same old paradigm I long to explode. I watch parasitic larvae eat a caterpillar alive on the leaf of a purple sprouting broccoli seedling and ask myself: is this understanding beyond my human capability? To think of the relationship as wounded in this way assumes only human agency, and what do I understand of the agency of this land? I shall not underestimate it, it called me here. I, foreigner, to this native land.
Lughnasadh
Lughnasadh
Lughnasadh
I try to understand the wound. What was the cause of the land and people’s severing? Why did those who lived here begin to feel it was not enough, to want more, to violently conquer other lands? But then I wonder if the wondering is pointless, if this thinking is trapped in the same old paradigm I long to explode. I watch parasitic larvae eat a caterpillar alive on the leaf of a purple sprouting broccoli seedling and ask myself: is this understanding beyond my human capability? To think of the relationship as wounded in this way assumes only human agency, and what do I understand of the agency of this land? I shall not underestimate it, it called me here. I, foreigner, to this native land.