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recent content by Maddy Harland

Maddy Harland |
Wednesday, 10th April 2019

In facing the problems of the world head on and seeking solutions, we are frequently told that we need to develop a new narrative. This can seem quite abstract and even a tall order as so much needs to be changed and so quickly if we are to slow down the great challenges of our time like climate chaos and the Sixth Mass Extinction. It may seem like a mouse standing in front of a careering juggernaut, yet we know that how we think influences the world that we create. When we think and act collectively we can have the power to change everything.

 
Maddy Harland |
Monday, 14th January 2019

I have always been blessed with privilege. I grew up in a family with two parents, with a dad who gave up his nationality of birth to become British and subsequently had a very successful career. I have always had enough to eat, a roof over my head, good health, family, a good education and a white skin. Permaculture teacher and renowned author, Starhawk, taught me to acknowledge and be grateful for that privilege. It is an ongoing and profound lesson as privilege and our awareness of its systemic effects are often unconscious.

 
Maddy Harland |
Tuesday, 27th November 2018

The Bees is a strange and disturbing novel which anthropomorphises honeybees. It takes you deep inside an orchard hive, a palatial, hierarchical wax edifice commanded by the Queen and awash with coded scents of the Hive Mind. I couldn’t help drawing parallels with aspects of a Borg ship yet there is far more sensuality, pheremones and beauty here.

 
Maddy Harland |
Tuesday, 9th October 2018

This summer, we had no proper rain for weeks and after a cold, snowy late spring we leapt into the height of summer. It iwas hotter than usual and this gaves us, in the cool temperate north, a holiday feeling, especially those in the PM team who have enjoyed the World Cup!

 
Maddy Harland |
Friday, 8th June 2018

I am dreaming ... I am dreaming that I am in a rainforest. I can feel the tropical warmth on my skin and hear the rich soundscape of the jungle. My sight is filled with wonderful, vibrant growth where every niche is inhabited, from the highest canopy of flowering trees in which hummingbirds flit and drink to the darker lush recesses of the jungle floor. My senses are enlivened by exotic flowering plants like crab claw and hibiscus, and climbing vines like vanilla and Chilean jasmine. I am alert in a visceral way as I walk a path knowing I am sharing it with snakes, scorpions and fire ants.

 

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