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Like coffee, tea, and wine the terroir of my life is complex and magical. It's a combintation of an old growth forest and rustic village square. The ancient clay bricks meld with the soft loamy soil to pave the ground of this courtyard. The fountain in the center spews crystal spring water from some mysterious origin beneath, while spring peepers hiding in the cattails herald the coming nightfall from the waters edge. This community gathering place is scattered with a mixture of storefronts, ancestral oaks, and cafes. The soft clinking from hand blown glasses in toast, small talk, and laughter from convivial aquaintences melds with the soft songs of sparrows, the anxious buzz of a nearby honeybee, and the quiet trot of a gentle doe. Somewhere in this fantastical environment my heart swoops and soars in some passerine manner and my soul crawls and roots in the soil in a vermian fashion.

All I want is your eyes in the morning as we wake

I finally finished the Hymns for a Dark Horse album by the Bowerbirds, even though I've been listening to the music I hadn't taken the time to hear the lyrics. It's a rare event when a whole album can resonate with your center, it's as if they are taking the words right out of my mouth. This albums really prods at the question of humanities place in the world and how connected we are to the natural environment. Their lyrics are an inspiration to my own writing and the apocryphal feeling their music leaves me is unique.

Genievre

<-- Radiolarians

L'espirit de l'escalier - the act of walking away from a conversation and realizing everything you should have said

Difference between the sprout and the bean

May you find yourself blooming into your full potential and beauty, but first you must undergo a germination process and sprout!
Enjoy...

Root and branch!

These days they will find us learning that we had it all wrong, but these days they will find us unashamed because we’ve been learning all along, and the radio plays a familiar song and you are loved you are loved you are really loved.

this excerpt may be somewhat untimely, but it stirred my spirit

"When Summer lies upon the world, and in a
noon of gold,
Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the
dreams of trees unfold;
When woodland halls are green and cool,
and wind is in the West,
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best."
-Treebeard via Mr. Tolkien

Great googlymoogly!

"I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become" -My favorite psychologist Carl

"I have long thought that anyone who does not regularly- or ever - gaze up and see the wonder and glory of a dark night sky filled with countless stars loses a sense of their fundamental connectedness to the universe"
-Brian Greene

I imagine these are what the magical healing leaves of athelas would look like.


(wintertime in the forests of Lothlorien)
"The others cast themselves down upon the fragrant grass, but Frodo stood awhile still lost in wonder. It seemed to him that he had stepped through a high window that looked on a vanished world. A light was upon it for which his language had no name. All that he saw was shapely, but the shapes seemed at once clear cut, as if they had been first conceived and drawn at the uncovering of his eyes, and ancient as if they had endured for ever. He saw no colour but those he knew, gold and white and blue and green, but they were fresh and poignant, as if he had at that moment first percieved them and made for them names new and wonderful...
...he laid his hand upon the tree beside the ladder: never before had he been so suddenly and so keenly aware of the feel and texture of a tree's skin and of the life within it. He felt a delight in wood and the touch of it, neither as a forester nor as a carpenter; it was the delight of the living tree itself."
-John Ronald Reuel Tolkien

Check your bindings

I've been perfecting my skill at book binding recently. A task regretfully overlooked. It's such a beautiful art and it's vital to the compiling of information and storage of knowledge. Everywhere I look I'm seeing hand bound books from stores, antique shops, and friends/families homes. Once something has entered the consciousness it appears to you everywhere.
So in my attempt to save money and recycle books I'm finding second hand books with nice covers to use in my own bindings. Recently I found an old French language reference book, much like a reference book you might use in class (if you were taking french), but on the inside cover I found this beautiful logo with the motto, "Je sème à tout vent," which means "I sow to all winds." I'd like to think that I'm doing that in my own life, passing on knowledge or my love to all people and all directions.