HeyJaredthe Perennial Workshop
Literary nature writing in the braided tradition. Seasonal essays, field notes, systems thinking, rooted in place and practice.
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The River Is Geometry (opens the original)
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We are traveling for two weeks in the Cévennes. Robert Louis Stevenson on my mind, who famously traversed these landscapes with a donkey.The hills, however much the vale might open, were still tall and bare, with cliffy battlements and here and there a pointed summit; and the Tarn still rattled through the stones with a mountain noise.The Tarn flowing through the gorges. The canyon a straitjacket, forcing the river into a seemingly predefined course. However, here in the South of France, summer
May Without December (opens the original)
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This is the final Entry of Season 3 of the Pattern Catalogue. The ideas in these past five essays explored ways to observe and understand our complex relationship with time and speed.In this final Entry, I want to look at another movement, oscillation, and what happens if we try to bypass nature’s way of returning: Acceleration Fatigue.Let’s be reminded of C.S. Holling, who defined resilience as the capacity of a system to absorb change and disturbance and still maintain the same relationships b
Contemplating Silence (opens the original)
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Standing in the forest clearing, looking at the apiary with the five wooden hives. And the bees still buzzing all over the place. But they are preparing for retreat, preparing for winter.The forest closing up, high grasses, hawthorn branches full of berries, hogweed all over the place. The seed heads like rattles and when you shake them the sound of a saltshaker and seed dispersing all around.<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!GdlW!,f_auto,
The Commoners (opens the original)
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I had made a significant change in my relation to the place: before, it had been mine by coincidence or accident; now it was mine by choice.—Wendell Berry, A Native Hill (1968)I have been starting to delve more deeply into the local history of my area. A place, I find, is made up out of many layers, many stories, many timelines, and learning to see those layers can become a form of navigation in itself.The more we learn about a place, the harder it becomes to experience it as interchangeable. Th
The Long Wait (opens the original)
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This writing is part of The Pattern Catalogue, the section of the Perennial Workshop that focuses on Thinking in Systems. The Entries are my way of uncovering the patterns that I keep observing in nature and in life.<img alt="" class="sizing-normal" height="
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