Robin Harford We live in a world of fractured attention.
You know this already, don’t you?
We scroll past more plants in digital form than we ever touch with our actual hands.
We rattle off Latin plant names we’ve never tasted. Never crushed between our fingers to release their scent.
Let’s be honest here.
I didn’t create Domei as an escape hatch from all this. It’s not about fleeing. It’s not about checking out whilst the world burns.
It’s about walking forward.
Eyes open. Something flowing both ways. Senses switched on.
‘You do it because it feels necessary,’ I wrote in my notebook when Domei was still forming. ‘Because the world is on fire. And something in you wants to learn how to stay with it… not escape it.’
Here’s what it grows from. A bone-deep feeling that we’re not separate from this earth.
What feeds us most deeply? It’s not swallowing plants. It’s sitting beside them. Fully here. Fully present.
This noticing feels quietly revolutionary. Why? Because it’s so bloody ordinary.
It’s open to everyone. Regardless of beliefs. Regardless of what’s in your bank account.
No passport required. Just you and that persistent dandelion pushing through the concrete outside your door.
Does Domei promise to change your life? Does it promise enlightenment?
No.
It offers a way of walking. A way of seeing. A way of remembering what you already know but forgot.
In a world that profits from our desire to be elsewhere, learning to stay put is the most rebellious thing we can do.
The most radical act? Being here. Right now. With this plant. On this earth.
That’s it.