It is difficult for anyone born and raised in human infrastructure to truly internalize the fact that your view of the world is backward. Even if you fully know that you live in a natural world that existed before you and will continue long after, even if you know that the wilderness is the defaultContinue reading “From “A Psalm for the Wild Built” by Becky Chambers”
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When did you last sleep upon the ground?
Or even sit on her, skin to skin with the planet? When did you last touch a tree, bare-handed, to marvel at the roughness? When did you last say hello to a bird? And mean it? In my readings I find fiction to be a welcome respite. I “save” books about nature for later becauseContinue reading “When did you last sleep upon the ground?”
From Sorrowland by Rivers Solomon
“‘I like the woods,” she said. ‘In them, the possibilities seem endless. They are where wild things are, and I like to think the wild always wins. In the woods, it doesn’t matter that there is no patch of earth that has not known bone, known blood, known rot. It feeds from that. It growsContinue reading “From Sorrowland by Rivers Solomon”
“Nature never deceives us; it is always we who deceive ourselves.” – Jean-Jacques Rousseau “Merton writes of solitaries that we are ‘a mute witness, a secret and even invisible expression of love which takes the form of their own option for solitude in preference to the acceptance of social fictions.’ And what love are weContinue reading
Absence of silence
“Not till we are lost, in other words, not till we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves, and realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations.” – Henry David Thoreau “The image of myself which I try to create in my own mind in order that I mayContinue reading “Absence of silence”
Loss of a family
I miss my parents tonight. Growing up a Jehovah’s Witness they were my entire world. Our little congregation was all I knew. My father, a pilot, a machinist, a pirate, a fascinating big-hearted man. My mother a hippie, nature-loving, passionate, creative artist. All of course within the confines of the expectations of the religion. MyContinue reading “Loss of a family”
I’m no longer just a writer…
I’m now an author, and floating high with the wisps of cloud in front of the setting sun…I’ve waited my entire life for this moment. The art is my own, painted at the beginning of the quarantine starting in the area, which makes it even more special. Thank you, Victoria, for the push and encouragement,Continue reading “I’m no longer just a writer…”
A Burd in Flight 