The Sacred, the Profane, and the Fatal Flaw in Politics
By Vanessa Spedding, Vivid
Nor is there any need for politics to be something inflicted on us, at great cost to our souls, by tyrannical, abstract systems. Instead it should and could be something we recapture from its lofty conceptual realms, disarm, bring down to earth, and revive — in the process remaking ourselves and our world.
Language Patterns, the Media, and Cultural Re-storying
By Vanessa Spedding, Vivid
Stories can indeed change the world — and if they are used carefully, wisely, and with love, they can change it for the better.
Reclaiming our Place in the Planet’s Ecology
By Vanessa Spedding, Vivid
Whether retired Herefordshire farmer’s meal-time ritual or recent fashion among middle-class foodies, determining the provenance of our food carries a meaning and historic significance belied by family frivolity.
WANTED. Planet in Crisis Seeks Leaders Up to the Job
By Vanessa Spedding, Vivid
Why is it that slow food, slow money and slow travel are so appealing, but that there’s nothing quite as dull as a slow catastrophe?
Could do better: why we must set young minds free
By Vanessa Spedding, Vivid
It is time all young people knew this: the work of our time is the work of reconnection, regeneration, restoration and reconciliation.
Stories will lead us back to the forest
By Vanessa Spedding, Vivid
Forget ultimate truth; forget the consensus view of the future. In the end, it came down to which belief engendered energy, openness and possibility...
Pink pants, red herrings and life’s work (or: More than my job’s worth, part 2)
By Vanessa Spedding, Vivid
Well, what if miracles can happen? Trying to help trigger one would be rather an adventure wouldn’t it? Come to think of it, miracles are happening all over the place, right now.
More than my job’s worth
By Vanessa Spedding, Vivid
I’ve been thinking about jobs lately. For a while I even thought I should try to get one, freelance writing work having dwindled so dramatically. Admittedly, opportunities to work as a newsletter editor abound. Each that I have seen, however, pays precisely nothing. How droll, that when I am at last presented with an opportunity to use the longest word in the English dictionary, it is to describe the trade to which I have devoted half my working life, in conceding that the job of editor has succumbed to floccinaucinihilipilification.