Courting Connection

we are each other

all of us

    intricately connected

    in unnumerable ways

united whether we feel it or not

we are united whether we feel it or not

unique in our own special way

but joined as one

created to live in harmony

and it all started with hope

carried in many seeds

we are seeds

we await the season

for us to germinate

but, what’s this?

something is tangled in our growth…

some feathers!

we are the feathers

    together we are stronger than alone

    can we work together

    to be the green shoot?

we are a fresh green shoot

full of energy

ready to blossom and grow….

but instead we are unexpectedly plucked

by a passing pigeon

we are pigeon

clumsy, clever, and populous

we gather for our nest;

moss, feathers, and sticks

we are the sticks

we are different and the same

we are getting shorter

no we come together + burn

we are chargrilled sticks

we are the chargrilled sticks

    roasted in sunlight

    eaten by time

    considering consummation

    by many fire amoeba

    the neighbours are approaching;

    inviting the future

    seed by seed

    cone by cone

we are the cone

it has been a long way down

we are covered in moss

we are not happy

about the tulips

we are tulips

we are usually in groups

sometimes we branch out on our own

but most of us don’t want to be

on a branch

we are the branches

    reiterations of the whole

    but unrooted

    at least we see

    the floating feathers

we are a floating feather

drifting on a breath of dust

a light that shines from hill to hill

a signal from east to west

they’ve arrived

torched a beacon

we are a bright shining beacon

    in a sea of grass

    deep rooted

    as tough as old boots

    yet in order to grow

    we have to let go

    become so gentle and delicate

    that we can catch the invisible wind

    flying, floating

we are floating in the breeze

    we are soft fluffy

& warm

we are warm beings

    so when we find sticks

    we build fires

    as we are warm beings

    that love sticks

we are a small piece from a big tree

no longer attached

joining the rest of the things on the ground

the detritis…

we are the detritus in the grass

    petals and cut grass

    moss uprooted and probably a lot more

    we celebrate ourselves in our dispersed beauty

    and carry a memory of our form

that you recognise

in time we will disappear

for the cycle of nature

we are all part of nature though

    from the oldest trees

    to all the wildlife

    and the downy feathers

    of our birds

we are downy feathers

    floating gently on the breeze

    falling to the earth

    where we are collected

    as an artefact

we are nature’s diverse artefacts

    that are dependent on

    or affected by

    water

we are water

    swirling in a cloud city

    high above gloucestershire

    falling from great height

    plunging down

    to meet the flowers

we are the flowers

    offering our scent to bring refreshment 

    to weary brains

    we are beautiful

    as we fade

we seek a place

    to rest our heads

    we want to rest with the small branches

with a diversity of lichens

we are small branches with a diversity of lichens

    we were in the floor and later

    were picked up and held

    as precious beings

    then we got broken

    but in this new world

    full of humans

    we at least still had each other

we are each other…

Authors

A collaborative place-based story from Stonehouse, transcribed here as crafted and captured in and around Stonehouse Court Hotel in Stonehouse, England, on Monday 13 April 2025, between 15:30 and 17:00 BST, by Lotte Dijkstra, delegates of the Arboricultural Association Green Equity Symposium 2026, and the more-than-human beings present.

Image adapted from Arboricultural Association.


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