nature
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At the beginning of the summer I was sure I was supposed to be here. That the swamp had things to teach me, the Universe keeping me in state rather than heading West. I was sure that though I felt movement aching in my soul, I needed to stay. The swamp had something to teach…
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When I’m dead, give me back to the trees. If they have forgiven my ignorance, hold no ill-will that it took so long for me to learn–learn their names, their fruits and leaves and texture of their skin. Every day they gave. Food to eat, a home to sleep in, air to breathe. When I’m…
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We are so often afraid of the fire. It makes sense. Yes, it does warm us; but it can burn us, too. A necessity for survival but can cause death and destruction. So we had to suppress it. Good ol’ Smokey Bear reminding us all that we can prevent forest fires, for decades–most of us…
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A small jumping spider hopped on my hand the other day. He looked at me with wide eyes, tilting his small head curiously. He crawled along the mountain ridges of my knuckles and across the spiral river beds of my fingertips. I watched him still, then pounce on a fly nearby–nearly his same size–and munch…
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Galls are little bumps on tree leaves. Abnormal growths, if you will. Insects, bacteria, fungi can create these little lumps that will eventually feed on the leaves of trees. I’ve been thinking a lot about them. In her book, On Looking: Eleven Walks with Expert Eyes, Alexandra Horowitz remarks that galls seem so destructive to…
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