Be ecocentric over egocentric.
An Ecocentric approach acknowledges the interconnectedness and interdependence of humans, and more-than-humans: animals and plants; land, water and air; materials and artifacts. To save the planet means we design to preserve our place within it. We engage our natural world as the medium for, and generator of, design.
"There is a need to re-conceptualize and re-experience our place in time and space, our relationship with the environment. The environment has become a resource rather than a Source, and a resource that we have exploited far beyond the limits of sustainability. We are driven by our constant anxiety and distraction to consume, to accelerate, and rarely have we the capacity to experience our relationship with Nature--with the elements, with other species--in a truly living, vivid manner. So cosmology has to do with re-visioning our interrelationships, overcoming the boundary of our false consciousness of separateness.
Can you imagine how different our experience would be if, rather than opaque skin, we were born with transparent skin? …It would no longer seem that we are separate. We would feel ourselves to be a vortex, a whirlpool within the matter of the Earth, drawing in substance, orchestrating it, configuring it organically, and then substance is released, returns to the environment. We are a vortex in the oceanic experience of the planet.
Experiencing this directly completely reframes our sense of identity and our awareness of the life around us… We have resorted to this very unfortunate word, "inanimate," and we imply to ourselves that stones, clouds, the ocean are inanimate, without anima, without soul, but it's all soul."
“When the planet is in this much trouble, we are in the dark night of the soul of the planet itself, then we are strangely closer to the seeds of imagination that can be used to reinvigorate life and possibly heal…”
— Michael Meade
Ever since I found out that earthworms have taste buds all over the delicate pink strings of their bodies, I pause dropping apple peels into the compost bin, imagine the dark, writhing ecstasy, the sweetness of apples permeating their pores. I offer beets and parsley, avocado, and melon, the feathery tops of carrots.
I'd always thought theirs a menial life, eyeless and hidden, almost vulgar - though now, it seems, they bear a pleasure so sublime, so decadent, I want to contribute however I can, forgetting, a moment, my place on the menu.