Any form of control is contrary to nature.
A picture of harmony. The fox Amber in 2014 sleeping in safety in my garden with my oak saplings.
Control is a human delusion that loves to force everything into a state contrary to its nature, and often into an artificial state of stagnation. Everything loves to move and change, whilst following a path based upon its internal nature or design. The example of control and manipulation of food crops through genetic and chemical intervention by corporates such as Monsanto has a track record of producing long-term negative outcomes both in the environment and in the communities it impacts.
Fox hunting is an emotional issue in the UK with the Government about to vote on a measure next week which effectively legalises hunting foxes with dozens of hounds. Fox hunting is a national sport of the wealthier section of British society which divides those living in the countryside who favour it against those who live in the urban areas who are against it.
I and my business has a non-intervention policy, which means I will not force my will upon society or the environment, since this is contrary to living in harmony with nature. I can put on public record to a certain politician who will vote in favour of fox-hunting next week that I will blacklist them from doing business with me if they do vote to hunt foxes. Whilst this action will probably have little impact upon how the politician will vote, my little action is in harmony with nature by simply removing any potential support from an individual without trying to control anyone or anything.
Letting things be allows nature to manifest its will and wisdom.
With no intervention this apple blossom in my garden will manifest its will to bloom and liberate its wisdom in the form of apples in the autumn.
I am camping and I pitched my tent near an ant’s nest. It is disconcerting as I write this to watch the foraging ants by the twos and threes invading my tent through the entrance. It makes me itch and I worry for my laptop. The ants are wandering around all around the inside of my tent, though their invading numbers remain small.
The spiders taught me to let the ants be. Having spent some time evicting sixteen spiders one day from my tent, I decided to let the spiders be, it is too much trouble, more so evicting ants. Occasionally I have to intervene as I tried to evict the small frogs during a rainy night, which I chased round my tent in failing torchlight, I did not fancy squashing them in my sleep. Generally it is too much trouble forcing my will upon unwilling animals and plants who want to express their own spirited natures in the spaces I share with them.
Non-intervention is a growing interest of mine, letting things be, to flow according to their own will. Sustainability for me is about action in harmony with nature, so if there is no harm to me, why force my will upon animals and plants? Indeed, the doors of wisdom open wide if I allow nature to flow in its own liberated way; a bee flew to my foot and then away into a crack in the ground, thus I learn I have a small bee nest in the garden.