"Carbon dioxide plus water combined in the presence of light and chlorophyl in the beautiful membrane-bound machinery of life yields sugar and oxygen." Robin Wall Kimerer (2020). Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom,
Scientific Knowledge and the Teachings of Plants. Photo by Monica Pinheiro CC BY-NC-SA (CC) 2024.
"The person figured here is not an autonomous, rational actor but an unfolding, shifting biography of culturally and materially specific experiences, relations, and possibilities inflected by each next encounter (...) in uniquely particular ways." (Lucy Suchman, Human-machine reconfigurations: plans and situated actions, 2009, 281)
Mar 30, 2024
sugar and oxygen
Mar 22, 2024
March
O tempo oferece palcos onde vamos esculpindo vidas. A nossa e a de outros seres que se entrelaçam na nossa. O tempo, esse grande escultor, de Marguerite Yourcenar. No das plantas e no meu, recomeça um novo ciclo. Juntas, vamos esculpindo o tempo. Photo by Monica Pinheiro CC BY-NC-SA (CC) 2024.
Mar 1, 2024
March
How can we go on living our lives when people of war keep annihilating lives around the world? How can we devise a prosperous future for anyone or any country, when we can´t even guaranty the basic conditions of peace, shelter and food for life to happen? How can we allow that money and precious resources are allocated to destruction, instead of construction? What does our silence reveal in the face of all the monstrosities going on? How can we not enrage with the ineptitude of all the institutions that where supposed to avoid the suffering worldwide? When did we get so numbed that we can pretend that's not our problem? What does it take us to realize that if someone is left to destroy others they can destroy us? How can we keep on participating in the web of life if the ones in power are destroying our chances of future? When is enough enough? How much longer for the day when we all decide united, regardless of our nationalities and places of birth, that there is no place for war? No place for machines of war. No place for economies of war. No place for men of war. Maybe it's time. May we build a prosperous future for all and not for some, fostering prosperity for all and displacing greed. Rebuilding what was destroyed, healing wounded and land so we can heal ourselves. May the war be over!
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