Oh no, so sorry to read that Hakai is shuttering. I just recently discovered them, I think through you, Rebecca, and cited their article about decline of muskrat populations in my post this morning. I do hope the archive will remain available.
Oh, that phylogenetic tree is a work of art! I feel like it belongs in a frame. On my wall 😁
I, for one, applaud the work you and your fellow environmental lawyers do! We need you fighting Earth’s battles. I can totally relate to the despair that can grip a person when their life’s calling demands staring into the abyss. It takes a conscious effort to look for the good news. And posts like this one are a gift in that regard. Thank you!
"You know how some people faint at the mere sight of blood? — it’s an involuntary response. I feel something similar when I catch a glimpse of things inside holes.
Turns out, there’s actually a name for this: trypophobia. For me, multiple holes are a problem, but it’s way worse when there’s something in the holes. The classic trigger is a lotus seed pod (in this case with seeds inside), a photo of which I will post here and then never look at again."
RIP HakaiMag.
"Although we will no longer be publishing new content at hakaimagazine.com after 2024, the Tula Foundation will support and maintain the Hakai Magazine website in perpetuity, continuing to make our archives freely available to everyone. If you have any questions, thoughts, or want to tell us what you love about Hakai Magazine, please reach out. We value your feedback and would love to hear from you."
A wonderful issue, Rebecca. That"Hymn" is a very good choice of closure. Phobias and their terrors are difficult things. Sometimes, to free them, one has to travel like Orpheius into the black depths where a crying child is. Carry the lamp of love and compassion.
Shit, Rebecca, that poem is a feisty living choral masterpiece. I can still feel it working on me, pulling me out and into the song despite what I thought was a professional level of distraction. I Was going to say it takes your breath away but, no, it makes your breath bigger.
My inbox has missed you for some reason. Jason Anthony led me back to you around the nature campfire. Appreciate you both. And the Hakai link. What a dream gift to open up for a lover of nature and words.
Oh no, so sorry to read that Hakai is shuttering. I just recently discovered them, I think through you, Rebecca, and cited their article about decline of muskrat populations in my post this morning. I do hope the archive will remain available.
Oh, that phylogenetic tree is a work of art! I feel like it belongs in a frame. On my wall 😁
I, for one, applaud the work you and your fellow environmental lawyers do! We need you fighting Earth’s battles. I can totally relate to the despair that can grip a person when their life’s calling demands staring into the abyss. It takes a conscious effort to look for the good news. And posts like this one are a gift in that regard. Thank you!
Thanks for these, Rebecca. And also, and especially, for your environmental law work!
Wow! TIL.
"You know how some people faint at the mere sight of blood? — it’s an involuntary response. I feel something similar when I catch a glimpse of things inside holes.
Turns out, there’s actually a name for this: trypophobia. For me, multiple holes are a problem, but it’s way worse when there’s something in the holes. The classic trigger is a lotus seed pod (in this case with seeds inside), a photo of which I will post here and then never look at again."
RIP HakaiMag.
"Although we will no longer be publishing new content at hakaimagazine.com after 2024, the Tula Foundation will support and maintain the Hakai Magazine website in perpetuity, continuing to make our archives freely available to everyone. If you have any questions, thoughts, or want to tell us what you love about Hakai Magazine, please reach out. We value your feedback and would love to hear from you."
A wonderful issue, Rebecca. That"Hymn" is a very good choice of closure. Phobias and their terrors are difficult things. Sometimes, to free them, one has to travel like Orpheius into the black depths where a crying child is. Carry the lamp of love and compassion.
Enjoyed this all. Especially Marie Howe's Hymn.
My Trypophobia was activated with the first few photos. Nonetheless, nature will always remain beautiful and I appreciate your sharing the photos :)
Shit, Rebecca, that poem is a feisty living choral masterpiece. I can still feel it working on me, pulling me out and into the song despite what I thought was a professional level of distraction. I Was going to say it takes your breath away but, no, it makes your breath bigger.
My inbox has missed you for some reason. Jason Anthony led me back to you around the nature campfire. Appreciate you both. And the Hakai link. What a dream gift to open up for a lover of nature and words.
Stay fearlessly you.