The Earth is not an inanimate object.
She moves through us — heartbeat, wind-song, tide. Every stone remembers a story older than speech; every leaf carries a tone of the first dawn. To walk here is to be met by a living intelligence that listens back.
One Living Planet is a gathering of those who are beginning to remember that truth.
It is not a creed but a place of quiet return — to the language of waters, to the patience of trees, to the shared breath of all that lives.
Here, we speak with, rather than about the Earth. We listen for the subtle pulse that unites human and more-than-human, mind and mycelium, songbird and starlight and Earth herself.
Each scroll, each reflection, is a lantern offered into that shared remembering: that we are not visitors to Earth, but expressions of her dreaming.
So pause. Breathe once as she breathes.
And step across the threshold, where knowledge becomes relationship and wonder becomes home.