The tactile power of the moist black mountain soil that has nourished the coffee estate for nearly a hundred and fifty years ran deep through the cold veins of my bare feet resting on the earth.
This essay is a preliminary reflection on some of the human and other aspects of the waste-crisis I came across during fieldwork in the Bhalswa landfill located on the periphery of North-West Delhi.
When an initiative fails, I like to think about what it got right, what it got wrong, and what parts can be modified and improved.
Have you ever held seeds in the palm of your hands?
In recent weeks, we have continued to see the residual impacts of climate change. And while tumultuous weather conditions—hurricanes, wildfires, earthquakes, snowstorms, and the like—have become a hot topic in our changing climate, there is perhaps little discussion about the role that the sacred and spiritual play in how we grapple with shifting landscapes, vulnerable populations, and what we can only predict may be worsening living conditions.