Good morning.


Good morning.


Zippy ramble on Shallow things, the Beauty of things, & Need.

I have never seen an ugly tree
Never ever ever.

I have seen only beautiful trees

Yes, I’m partial to particular trees
Like this Shagbark Hickory

I have never seen an ugly vegetable
They are only different from each other, even if of the same variety
Each one unique

Take this leek, for example
The vibrant color!
The subtle shifting of hue (or is it tone?)
The way it sorta looks like a sawn plank of wood

Is a leek like a tree?
Or is a tree like a leek?

I have always been drawn to things that show time, age, revealing something which speaks of change & impermanence

Things that unapologetically show by their beingness the effects of weather, seasons, the Elements colliding with that very thing

Like this bit of road

None of us are spared the effects of the winds of time

I will spare you a recent photo of myself
An image caught of this 43 year old face
Gone through seasons of gardening & farming
And more recently, grief, which brings its own character

Wrinkles & grey hair coming like snow

I probably should use eye cream or something

And I will admit to looking at this 43 year old person-tree image, not with the eyes that sees the beauty in trees, or vegetables…
Too much judgement of this surface which is with me every moment of the day
*hiding behind fingers shame*

But the thing is
I really want to see the effects of time & seasons & weather – the external & the internal weathers

I will win no beauty pageant
Would never qualify for one in the dominant culture in which I live
And that’s okay

So I keep to the woods

Where I am reminded of the sort of beauty I long to embody

The world in which I was born into promotes capitalism & profits

I would rather focus on a world where need is the lead

Like a marked path in the woods, need in the world leads us where we, or rather, We need to go

What is truly needed?
Wendell Barry speaks to this.

(Absolutely worth your time to watch the interview with Berry)

William Douglas Horden speaks to this.
Vendana Shiva speaks to this.
Bill McKibban speaks to this.
No doubt, there are many others…

This post is a zippy ramble
Of shallow things
Of things quite important
Even if
They are not being mentioned on tonight’s news reel

Wishing you
A relaxed belly
An unhurried walk in a place of quiet beauty
Wishing you generous, gentle eyes upon yourself & the world around you
The courage & faith to respond to what is needed in this world

Blessings on all beings

Good morning.


Good morning.


Tea Length


This is a recent post from one of the favorite blogs I follow
Blessings on all things made & done by hand

Originally posted on From the Laundry Room:

I have a water boiler machine thing in my kitchen.  I think it holds 2L of water at a consistently hot temperature all the time.  This means I don’t have to “put the kettle on” when I want tea.  Hot water is readily available in my kitchen.

Readily available.  No need to wait, often there’s not even a process to go through to get it, it’s just there.

While I was filling up the boiler machine, I started thinking about other things that are readily available to me.  By the time my tea was made, I decided that pretty much everything is available within minutes.

Take something simple, like music.  I hear a new song or someone is talking about a new song, or a song is playing at Starbucks and I want it.  I can search the song, or even partial lyrics of the song, on Google.  I also use Spotify which is…

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