Eco-Human Theory and Practice
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We are pleased to introduce a new section of our journal, "In Resonance with the Earth." We see poiesis as providing the basis for human beings' creative responses to their environment. The arts in particular offer forms that crystallize these responses in ways that touch and move us. "In Resonance with the Earth" containыs poetry, artworks, photography and poetic essays relevant to our theme. We encourage readers to find their own poietic ways of responding. 


This issue embraces a selection of poems by Beverley A’Court (Findhorn, Scotland). She has been practicing art therapy since 1981, pioneering holistic eco-art therapy. She is an advocate for the recognition of the place of poetic language, the body, ecology, and cultural wisdom traditions in art therapy. She made a selection of her poems and commented on them in the following way:

These 'praise poems' literally 'spring,' bubble up as I walk, often wholly as written here and sometimes with repetitions which I may, as here, edit out some time later. 

The 'Homage to our Lady' poem was inspired by the Orkney poet George Mackay Brown, and is a gathering of familiar N E Scottish agricultural images and associations, woven together with gratitude and devotional feelings I associate with our local 12th century Benedictine Monastery, where 26 monks live in silence and keep a warm, welcoming and healing place of spiritual sanctuary many locals go to for contemplation. I enjoy playing with traditional structures in poetry, while expressing personal themes.

I believe that as we relax, we can feel ourselves as nature and when we quieten or remove our attention from the 'white noise' of strain and effort, as Feldenkrais so well described, and can listen to ourselves, our own body as part of nature, with natural forces pouring through us.

Imagination, as well as the somatic sense, is the symbolic medium through which this unity of flow is experienced in consciousness. 

Often my walking songs and poems feel as if they come from 'outside' me, I am being sung rather than singing. 

This is an ancient experience written about by many artists.


SongWalk. A day walking in Northern Portugal

A wandering walk; following invisible songlines,

a river of conversation

between body and land,

feet and lungs, paths unfolding

from the dreaming machair*,

pines and cedars speaking back

in whispers, breezes conjuring

seas of sound

and from my body, a spring of song.

Beings hear my being sung, my prayer-full anthem

limbs swinging in lilting rhythms and

mica-feathered moths and

skittish lizards, brown as dung,

butterflies like palm-sized angels,

black-wings trimmed in

gold and acid yellow,

twin wrens

dipping through the pines, and swaying eucalyptus,

their bark unfurling papery ribbons

lemon-green and amber ochres,

last year’s strands black crackling underfoot,

along the track

and my praise-song,

footfall after footfall, limbs and river

one fluid wandering world, 

one choir.   

*A machair is a fertile low-lying grassy plain found on part of the northwest coastlines of Ireland and Scotland, is the distinctive ecology of pebbly sand dunes, heathers, tiny alpine-like wildflowers and some rare lichens found around the Scottish coastline. It is very pretty as the pale white (in some places shell) sand is luminous against the smoky grey skies we often have. (B.A.)


Lady of the North East. (after George MacKay Brown)

Homage to Our Lady of Honey,

In the light between the silks of the honey-bee’s back.


Homage to Our Lady of Secret Knowledge,

Between the plum’s flesh and its skin.


Homage to Our Lady of Understanding,

In the thistle’s kiss, the whale’s eye.


Homage to Our Lady of Involvement,

In the punctured rain-drop,

In the baptism of rain-on-skin,

In the drenching.


Homage to Our Lady of Irrevocable Poetry,

In the planes shot down by ‘friendly fire’,

In how we always love our enemies.

In reflections.


Homage to Our Lady of the Loyal Heart,

In the upstream salmon,

In the father who hits the bottle not the child.

Angels who fall and never cease from bearing all our weight.


Homage to Our Lady of Music and Constellations,

In the song of the deep-sea jellyfish,

In the rays of the harbour sun-star,

In Cassiopeia dispersed among the waves.


Homage to Our Lady of Caring for the Land,

In the earthworm,

In the furrow’s sun-cracked, rain-glazed sides.



In the waist-high barley, her festival of feathers.


Purple Lake / 21 lines (after Malaysian Panton style)

The Dalai Lama sits blessing the land,

tulips are opening, snow melting,

while sadness lives in me like a purple lake.


When my son hugs me, he plants an anchor in my heart.

We feed the birds

and the window fills with trembling and feathers.

The longing for sunlit mountains sticks in my side like an arrow,

this yearning I wear like plumage, like victory.


Tulips are opening, snow melting.

We feed the birds.

When my son hugs me, he plants an anchor in my heart,

and the window fills with trembling and feathers.


Feeding the birds,

this longing for sunlit mountains

sticks in my side like an arrow,

the window fills with trembling and feathers,

the yearning I wear like plumage, like victory.


The longing for sunlit mountains sticks in my side like an arrow,

the Dalai Lama blessing the land.

This yearning I wear like plumage, like victory,

while sadness lives in me like a purple lake.


The Company of Birds & Hares


Returning from the day’s long walk,

away from the human world of talk

and war-torn thought,

turning over in my palm like a warm found stone,

my day among the lives and voices of my other kin;

sea-birds, bees, hares, moths and butterflies.

Slow-walking hours, side-by-side, low-gliding

arm’s length away, fulmars, touchable,

lover-like, dark eye-gazing. 

“They’ll dive-bomb, go for you,

drive you out and off their cliff”

“Aggressive birds.”

Under the scooped arcs of skuas, great and arctic,

peat-dark wing-tips snow-flecked, loosened

chunks of moor,

slow to get airborne but once

high, dark angels spiralling in currents, playing eagle.


Each day one pair, sky-dancing, accompany me

pausing when I pause, perching, wings folded on a nearby rock

while I sit in meditation and when I sing, raise feathered arms

and stare straight at me, seem to breathe with me

same salt, same light, same ocean.


Dusk, turning the cliff’s last curve, there

they were, falling into place outside my door, seeing me safely home.

“They watch us, closely, enemies, they want to see us off and gone...”

I make tea and mutely long for feathered arms, moss and flower pillows,

and the stream that was a path, all warm and brown and flowing

wordless song.


All day, for days, in flowered, furred and feathered prayer,

with hares, who, when I chant, turn and run back along the path towards me,

so unexpectedly, so suddenly

I’m the one who freezes in surprise.

All day in reverence for lichens, yellow trefoils, wings and sea,

for alpine gardens, dust of flies,

and bees clung-on to wind-sprung heather bells.

All day with every living thing so close in touch and taste and sharing

space and breath and moisture,

glorious in our woven freedoms.


Each cell is petal to a distant star,

each breath a tropic wind, blown home,

Each tiny move sends tremors far

to distant hearts and bone.

We blink and spring a shiver in the leaves,

our hunger engine hums the buzz of bees,

and every step we walk dislodges, frees

the captive birds of love,

to dance the breeze.


I saw the Geese

And when we die & they ask,

‘What did you see?’ I’ll say;

I saw the geese;

carried in wind

like winged seed-cases,

a black-flecked & breaking strand across

the sky, above our heads, our house,

the line of an invisible wave,

their gently modulating ‘V’

forming and reforming,


in ever-changing places

in rippling rivulets,

& then their streaming down

like wind-blown, falling seeds,

all spin and flicker,

filling the open sky,

showering the fields,

and sunset sand-flats

with wing-beating,





Sleeping in my clothes;

So simple, to lie down

wherever you find yourself,

on sand, stone, pavement,


What disturbance

it creates,


this simple act of unstanding,

lying down

without apparent cause,




A sudden stricken one,

or saint, perhaps,

or revolutionary? A


a feral body in charge

of itself?


Listen to the Leaves

See how we free ourselves,

say the leaves,

how far we fly.

How vast our reach is,


we have left the branches.

What tree is big enough

for us

who fill a whole sky?

About the journal

In accordance with the Law of the Russian Federation on the Mass Media, the Federal Service for Supervision of Communications, Information Technology and Mass Communications (Roskomnadzor) on September 22, 2020, the web-based publication - The peer-reviewed scientific online journal "Ecopoiesis: Eco-Human Theory and Practice" was registered (registration number El No. FS77-79134).

“Ecopoiesis: Eco-Human Theory and Practice” is the international multidisciplinary Journal focused on building an eco-human paradigm, disseminating eco-human knowledge and technology based on the alliance of ecology, humanities and the arts. Our journal aims to be a vibrant forum of theories and practices aimed at harmonizing the relations of mankind and the natural world in the interests of sustainable development, the creation of Eco-Humanity as a new community of human beings and more-than-human world. The human being is an ecological being, not separate from the world. The Ecopoiesis journal is based on that premise and aims to develop a body of theory and practice within that framework.

The Journal promotes dialogue and cooperation between ecologists, philosophers, doctors, educators, psychologists, artists, musicians, designers, social activists, business representatives in the name of eco-human values, human health and well-being, in close connection with concern for the environment. The Journal supports the development and implementation of new environmentally-friendly concepts, technologies and practices in the various fields of health and public life, education and social work.

One of the priority tasks of the Journal is to demonstrate and support the significant role of the arts in their alliance with ecology and the humanities for the restoration and development of constructive relations with nature, raising environmental awareness and promoting nature-friendly lifestyles.

The Journal publishes articles describing new eco-human concepts and practices, technologies and applied research data at the intersection of humanities, ecology and the arts, as well as interviews and conference reports related to the emerging eco-human field. It encourages artwork, music and other creative products related to eco-human practices and the new global community of Eco-Humanity.