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Introduction


               These essays come from an edge-place, a place I had the opportunity to explore
               during the eight years I co-edited ECOlogic, the newsletter of the Upland Hills

               Ecological Awareness Center (EAC) in Michigan.

               Shortly after Thomas Berry’s death in 2009, long after I’d shifted my energies
               from the Upland Hills Ecological Awareness Center (EAC) to the North
               Oakland Headwaters Land Conservancy and land-use issues in the township
               where I live, a friend asked if we might meet so I could give her a little
               background on the EAC.  She had just accepted the position of the EAC’s
               Treasurer and believed having some background on the place and its people
               would be helpful to her in this new responsibility.  I invited her and her
               husband to lunch.

               The day before they came I spent the day pawing through old issues of the
               EAC’s newsletter, ECOlogic, which I’d co-edited with Kathy Roberts from
               1990 to 1998.  I’d had the luxury of writing ECOlogic’s cover essays.  It was
               a forum for sharing the sensibilities I was still integrating from prior
               experiences.  As I rifled through those archived ECOlogics, I realized three
               things:

               First, how soaked I was when I started editing ECOlogic, with the spirituality
               of the Institute for Culture and Creation Spirituality (ICCS) where I did my
               graduate work, and the work of Thomas Berry. ECOlogic gave me a place to
               drip.  The EAC fitted the ICCS spirituality like a key in a lock.

               My second realization was the extent to which I’d gone underground in more
               recent years, adopting a conventional disguise that I believed would give me
               credibility as a local activist, a stealth approach.  Perhaps a fear of
               fanaticism, especially in myself, also played a role in this reversion to
               conventionality.  The fires of passion that had lit up those old essays, the
               coals I’d banked in order to tread that narrow road between today’s society
               and the world of the visionary, still smoldered, and though they drove every
               activity I engaged in, had been, in recent years, largely invisible.

               Now, in 2009, rereading those essays from the 1990’s, the third thing I
               realized was that the world has been catching up with that vision.  Now, in
               2009, it feels as if there might be a readiness in the general population to
               accept these writings.  The author need no longer fear getting singed.

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