Nature isn’t just somewhere we go. It’s something the world is already doing.
Field Notes
We often talk about nature as if it’s a destination—as though we step into it, visit for a while, then leave.
But forests aren’t waiting for us.
While we’re busy making plans, the moss is holding water, fungi are trading nutrients beneath our feet, fallen trees are becoming soil, and countless lives are feeding, growing, decaying, and beginning again. The work never pauses.
Maybe that’s why “mothering” feels like a verb. It isn’t an identity as much as an ongoing act of tending, nourishing, repairing, and making space for life to continue.
The forest has been mothering itself for centuries.
We simply happened to pass through while it was busy doing what it has always done.