It’s also not the one that reaches into your mind. It is, however, not dead, either. Nor is it the living dead or some other campfire story. It is mind-stuff itself.
It’s also not the one that reaches into your mind. It is, however, not dead, either. Nor is it the living dead or some other campfire story. It is mind-stuff itself.
Elms are made out of spaces where there is no light, within light, limited by having to be connected to each other yet arranged so that they both lead away from each […]
High above the Fraser River at Yale… … the mountain’s bones break apart. From here… …they tumble down to the river, broken apart, I presume, all the way down. Within them, […]
In silhouette, a tree is a web. Call this the accumulation of time, all at once. In full sun, it is a mysterious process of branching. Call this the process of entering […]
Monet was definitely onto something. The touch of the sun to the Earth varies continually. It is a story. So, we can make an exchange. Light tells. Light is the telling..
The water rewrites the forest. It also rewrites the world of the fish. And the turtles. Like so: Human minds are constructed to bridge the difference. And to dissect it. Do you […]
Let’s do an experiment. The world is getting heavy. It’s break-in under the strain. Let’s see what we’re missing out on. There is light. It is a weightless thing. That makes sense. […]
Willows are creatures of the sky. Appropriately, if I wander through them and look up, I see the sky through them, broken into small gaps. That is appropriate. The sun is a […]
So many sacred spaces are heads. Now that the Earth has insistently re-entered human social lives, it might be best to get to know how to speak with her. Here are some […]
All day, I pruned fruit trees under this cliff. Above Keremeos The faces appear on the edge of dark, with only fifteen minutes of light left. There sure are a lot of […]