What if the antidote isn’t another rant but a quiet practice of holding two truths: I believe what I believe, and I refuse to dehumanize you for not agreeing. In my newest piece, I explore what happens when righteousness gives way to curiosity and connection.

#EcoAnxiety #NatureHeals #RegenerativeEconomy #Biodiversity #OurPowerOurPlanet

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In my Medium piece on The Environment, I wrestle with this paradox: we undervalue nature’s $125 trillion services yet wonder why our minds are fried. Maybe the cure is as old as dirt.

I wrote about seven unmistakable signals that the center of gravity has moved—and what we can do about it. It’s not a eulogy. It’s a wake‑up call.

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#PowerShift #CleanEnergy #ClimateJustice #BRICS #PublicHealth

Forest-bathing > doom-scrolling. Every damn time.

Let’s not forget: tech is a tool, not a tether. So hike more. Let silence rearrange you. Then get back to building a better world—with clearer lungs and fewer tabs open.

Now I plan climate actions after I hike. I use AI to strategize sustainability goals… but only after a screen-free walk where I listen to wind, not notifications.

So I started unplugging—literally. Left the noise behind, drove to a trailhead, and let the forest debug my nervous system. Birds don’t tweet. Rivers don’t care about likes. And AI? It’ll wait.

I used to wake up and scroll straight into despair: climate news, algorithm-driven outrage, AI doom, rising temps, vanishing species. Repeat. That’s when I realized: I didn’t need another app. I needed a tree.

I hope it meets you where you are.

Read Here: medium.com/p/d20b76dd13a6

If you’re writing today, don’t just write to produce.
Write to process.
Write to remember.
Write to return to yourself.

— Dorian Hartwood

We live in a world of noise, algorithms, and distraction. But writing?
It slows me down. It demands presence. It reminds me that clarity isn’t found through more input, it’s found through the courage to output something that feels alive.

Writing forces me to take inventory, of what I believe, what I’m avoiding, and who I’m becoming. It’s uncomfortable. But it’s also the most honest mirror I’ve ever looked into.

I used to think the goal was to get published. Or go viral. Or impress someone.
Now I know the real goal is to sit with myself long enough to tell the truth.

Some days, writing is war.
Other days, it’s worship.

If you’re writing today, don’t just write to produce.
Write to process.
Write to remember.
Write to return to yourself.

— Dorian Hartwood

We live in a world of noise, algorithms, and distraction. But writing?
It slows me down. It demands presence. It reminds me that clarity isn’t found through more input, t’s found through the courage to output something that feels alive.

Writing forces me to take inventory—of what I believe, what I’m avoiding, and who I’m becoming. It’s uncomfortable. But it’s also the most honest mirror I’ve ever looked into.