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Self Reliance, or Something Like It

When I was around thirty, living in Canada, I felt something I couldn’t really explain. It wasn’t loud or dramatic; it was just a quiet pull that kept returning. I felt a steady urge to get out and get closer to something real. At that time, I had no skills. …

What Remains When Everything Shifts

This is a follow up on my recent sharing Living Ground Shift and Change of View. Paradigm Shift. These sharings are my daily muses, the questions, the actions, the musings on what the f**k am I doing. My intention is to tell a story of the process of Living Ground …

Living Ground Shift

Things are shifting a little here at Living Ground. Those who are following or aware of our situation, we are being forced to reinvent and get creative. So, changes…but not in what we make, and not in what we believe in, but in how things are shared. Many of our …

The Plants That Travel With Us,

There is a plant I was recently introduced too, Laritaco. In botanical language it is known as Vernonanthura patens. It is a shrub with narrow leaves and clusters of soft purple flowers, often growing along roadsides, abandoned fields, and the edges of regenerating forest. When I first heard about Laritaco, …

Becoming the Expert of Your Own Body

Understanding what is happening inside the body during chronic illness is both a scientific question and a deeply personal one. Modern medicine often relies heavily on laboratory data to tell the story. Blood tests measure enzymes, hormones, minerals, immune markers, and metabolic byproducts. Imaging technologies reveal structures inside tissues. Genetic …

No one gets out alive.

That is not a dark statement; it is simply ecological truth. We are born into matter and microbes, we move through seasons of growth and decay, and we return what we borrowed. The illusion that we can engineer permanence, sterilize risk, or purify ourselves out of vulnerability is one of …

Lessons of the Trees

In Ecuador we do not experience winter in the way I once understood it. There is no snow settling into silence, no frozen ground insisting that everything withdraw. And yet the seasons still speak here, only in a different dialect. The land moves between dry and rain, between dust and …