A Small Observation, a Grand Discovery

I watched an ant today. Just one.

Carrying something far too big, weaving through cracks in the earth like it had a map tucked beneath its shell. And I thought how small it looked . How easy it would be to miss it entirely.

But when we stop and really pay attention, we know these tiny lives shape the world beneath our feet. Insects pollinate, decompose, build systems of connection and renewal. They don’t ask for recognition. They simply get on with it.

And isn’t that us too, in the grand scheme of things? Just specks in a vast universe. Small. Brief. But not insignificant. Like the ant, our actions ripple. Our choices matter.

We aren’t the owners of this place. We’re just passing through — and we have a responsibility to tread lightly, to care deeply, and to honour the wild work that came before us.

The Earth doesn’t need our dominance. It needs our respect.

‘and blossom haunting bee are never weary of their melody ‘

by John Clare, the Northamptonshire peasant poet .

‘There are a hundred ways to kneel and kiss the ground’

Rumi