I have always found lichens fascinating. From the start, nothing is what it appears. They grow in a myriad of different structures and forms, all over the world. Lichens are not plants, instead it is a symbiotic relationship between alga and fungi. The fungi… Continue Reading “Usnea! “gazuntite””
This quote has been making the internet rounds and while it is a very catchy meme, it has really started to bother me. I like the sentiment, it confounds the most devastating details of the ‘burning times,’ in many important ways. Primarily, it implies that those murdered had no family, and that it is only the linage of cleaver women who outsmarted persecution, who remain.
Mama Gaia was almost ready! The deep blue ocean teemed with life. The mountains all lush and green, ready to provide food, shelter and medicine. All the other creations waited patiently for their new brothers and sisters. Humans.
The sun warmed my face and the sandy wind stung my skin all at the same time, I tasted salt and inhaled the sea. The surf resounded inside my head like empty sea shell waiting for new purpose. The feeling of home these things… Continue Reading “Dead things in mail, Camping with Team Squeam and the Wonderful World of T’n’A”
Here I am the same as before, but different in every way. Me, wanting to be there for them every second, but knowing full well such things are impossible. I have to let go everyday. Every morning when I wake up and they are… Continue Reading “How sad that little girls don’t dream of becoming stepmoms when they grow up”
The Little One One of my earliest memory from childhood is of playing on the floor by an old wooden lamp stand we had in the living room. My parents came into the room and towered over me, backlit by the bank of windows… Continue Reading “Ode to my sister or an elaborate excuse to tell a funny puke story. You decide.”
To all those who have never fallen in love. Never tripped over your own soul to be swallowed by another’s. For all the people that have contrived meetings, set forth guidelines to follow safely into planned monogamy. For those who think they have fallen… Continue Reading “The closest I’ll ever get to writing a love poem”
The Swell Again and again I tread the same water passing it over my body and going nowhere, suspended between what is and what is to be. Then change comes as a wave out of the abyss consuming everything. Shifting your entire bodily universe… Continue Reading “The swell (how life works from the perspective of a surfer’s daughter)”
Am I beautiful? How can I tell? I could look for the answer in the mirror to see what I need to cover up. I could give myself a number either off a scale or tag. I could look at the the beautiful people… Continue Reading “How can I tell?”
Life is wonderful. Whether you take the time to realize it or not. To truly look around and see creation, life, living as it is, is a symphony to behold. The harmony of sky and sea, mountain and sun can not be accurately inscribed… Continue Reading “Life at the top of the mountain”