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12 members of the Earth Listening Circles of the Deep Adaptation Forum visited places local to them and did an Earth Exchange, as part of a global collaboration to listen to wounded places.

St. Georgen, Germany. Meiner geliebten Wald hinter unserem Haus, der leider kränker und kränker wird, und immer wieder werden dann die kränkesten Bäume abgesägt, die schweren Traktoren fahren durch den Wald und verdichten den Boden, so dass, wenn es geregnet hat, das Wasser ewig lang in den Pfützen steht und nicht in den Boden einsickern kann. Und ich liebe meinen Wald weiter. Bin fast täglich dort, oft mit unserer geliebten süßen Hündin Sina. Die im Wald immer den Schwanz vor Freude weit oben hat (anders als im Ort oder gar in der Großstadt, wo der Schwanz weit unten bleibt…).

[My beloved forest behind my house, that sadly is sick and getting sicker, and then again and again the sickest trees are cut down, the heavy tractors drive through the forest and compact the Earth, so that when it has rained, the water stands forever in puddles, and can’t sink into the ground. And I continue to love my forest. I am there almost daily, often with our beloved sweet dog, Sina. When she is in the forest, she always has her tail held high from joy (different than in places like the village, or even more in the big city, where her tail always stays down…)]

12 members of the Earth Listening Circles of the Deep Adaptation Forum visited places local to them and did an Earth Exchange, as part of a global collaboration to listen to wounded places.

St. Georgen, Germany. Meiner geliebten Wald hinter unserem Haus, der leider kränker und kränker wird, und immer wieder werden dann die kränkesten Bäume abgesägt, die schweren Traktoren fahren durch den Wald und verdichten den Boden, so dass, wenn es geregnet hat, das Wasser ewig lang in den Pfützen steht und nicht in den Boden einsickern kann. Und ich liebe meinen Wald weiter. Bin fast täglich dort, oft mit unserer geliebten süßen Hündin Sina. Die im Wald immer den Schwanz vor Freude weit oben hat (anders als im Ort oder gar in der Großstadt, wo der Schwanz weit unten bleibt…).

[My beloved forest behind my house, that sadly is sick and getting sicker, and then again and again the sickest trees are cut down, the heavy tractors drive through the forest and compact the Earth, so that when it has rained, the water stands forever in puddles, and can’t sink into the ground. And I continue to love my forest. I am there almost daily, often with our beloved sweet dog, Sina. When she is in the forest, she always has her tail held high from joy (different than in places like the village, or even more in the big city, where her tail always stays down…)]

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