Amidst a global rise of nationalism and borders closing, who cares about the feelings of immigrants? Pushed around by authorities, moody electorates and extremism, today's explorers are constantly on the lookout for more peaceful pastures. Who care about roots, just keep on running. Be strong, arm up, next place may be more welcoming.
Love-in-a-mist (Passiflora foetida) is a botanical immigrant, unwelcome in parts of the world that seem to prefer uniform, ornamental garden flowers.
Native to South America and found in the Amazon Rainforest, this weed has managed to travel to far and distant lands.
A strong climber with beautiful flowers and yellow, tasty passion fruits, this plant is less fragile than it looks. Raw leaves contains cyanid to defend animals from eating it and its fruits are covered by sticky, misty nets catching small insects before reaching the delicious fruits.
The specimens used for this work were growing wild around a garbage dump on Niven Road, Singapore. Like most wild weeds in Singapore, the mother plant has since been destroyed.
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One of our neighbours in Auckland is a Korean Buddhist temple. The two female monks working there speaks little english. I speak no Korean. We communicate through food.
Mother trees colonize their kin with bigger mycorrhizal networks. They send them more carbon below ground. They even reduce their own root competition to make elbow room for their kids. When Mother Trees are injured or dying, they also send messages of wisdom on to the next generation of seedlings.
Like a bird that has escaped from a snare. It won’t itself be caught again. A Maori saying applied to a man who had escaped from general slaughter in a war situation. Today this saying could well be used for someone who resists being trapped by the snare of consumerism.
Untouched by the city's bustle and the traffic's heavy noise,
On a hill in the middle of the noise are the strangest joys.
Silence, missing from our life, exaggerates today's demands,
Here, where mother nature opens her house for rich and poor.
Only by twisting spiritually upwards, humanity will reconnect with nature, thereby releasing a healing burst towards ecological balance.