I’m on my knees in a muddy field in Scotland, planting tiny trees. Digging, pushing their little plugs of root into the heavy clay soil, closing the ground around them, driving in a stake and fitting a tubular protector to give them the best chance of a future. I won’t live to see these trees …
In August the regular group of Dreamers who have been engaged in The Art of Social Dreaming, had our eighth Matrix. After our post-Matrix discussions, we decided that our ninth gathering would be a review of the consolidated content, of the matrices so far, identifying recurring, shared motifs, themes, imagery or affect; and constructing where …