Thank you Google for reminding me of Marshall McLuhan’s 106th birthday today. Loved his work when studying to be a librarian in the early 1970s and when doing my Sociology degree a few years later.
The Brand Gap makes reference to The Medium is the Massage in the content of the pages and on the back page blurb, where the former is compared to the latter. An enduring classic of design literature this book should be on every design students must read list.
30 years after its publication Marshall McLuhan’s The Medium is the Massage remains his most entertaining, provocative, and piquant book. With every technological and social “advance” McLuhan’s proclamation that “the media work us over completely” becomes more evident and plain. In his words, ‘so pervasive are they in their personal, political, economic, aesthetic, psychological, moral, ethical and social consequences that they leave no part of us untouched, unaffected, or unaltered’.
McLuhan’s remarkable observation that “societies have always been shaped more by the nature of the media by which men communicate than by the content of the communication” is undoubtedly more relevant today…
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Bending in the wind
Bright catkins dancing
An old heart deeply rooted.
March 3rd 2017.
Poem inspired by plant spirit work in local woodland today with Hortusheart companions.
Endings and beginnings. Thanks for these thoughts Nimue.Bitter sweet farewelling.
I first joined Contemplative Druidry as a facebook group, but by happy chance I moved to Stroud, which was the location for physical meetings, so about four years ago, I started going to those as well. It brought me into contact with many likeminded people locally. The monthly opportunity to sit in contemplation with others was a tremendously valuable experience. The habit of looking at where I am in my life and being witnessed in a held space has been good for me too.
Yesterday was the final session. It struck me how rare a privilege it is to close something with care and attention. How often the last time we do something, we only know in hindsight. Consciously and deliberately bringing something to an end, honouring its history, and letting it go is a beautiful thing to get to do, and very much in keeping with my experience of…
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I have travelled to the Island of Malta this time of year when the Northern hemisphere is entering Winter. I travelled here 30 years ago, I visited the various temples connected to the fat lady post menstral Goddess figures a mere slip of a woman then but I had been recently touched by the Goddess and invited to honour her. Now I am menopaused and beginning to resemble those fat ladies as some would call these powerful Grandmothers. I am not rushing round loads of sites this time but feeling the land, sea and sky and deepening my listening to the resonance of this place within my own body. Just published in a previous post an article about the Slavic practice of Marzanna which seemed synchronous with the path that I am treading now.