“Learn a new language and get a new soul.” — Czech proverb David Abram once described language as something we inhabit — a thing akin to the invisible atmosphere that exists all around us. “Language is less a human possession than it is a property of the animate earth itself, an expressive, telluric power in […] via Are Languages Alive? — Anima Monday Advertisements Continue reading Are Languages Alive? — Anima Monday
a few years ago i came upon a piece of writing titled ‘I’m Available’, by Camelia Elias. i loved it. so much. …and so began my infatuation with Camelia’s work (+ her zen wisdom, and really everything she does.) i’m not one to attach myself to teachers – QUITE the opposite. so the fact that i’m still devoted says a whole fucking lot. anyway, the … Continue reading i’m available. (a poem inspired by my teacher’s writing.)
hi friends, i hope this message finds you well. winter is here, isn’t it. …we’ve been eating crock-pot soup for dinner, and it’s night all afternoon. my partner asked me to guess the time the other day, and i said 9:30pm. (it was only 7:36.) i was about to write something about how the frenetic energy of the holidays is in full-tilt n whatnot, but … Continue reading 9 things i’m enjoying right now (in the winter spirit of slowing down & being receptive to the moment).
i recently stumbled upon this poem: The Man-Moth, by Elizabeth Bishop. i was pre-disposed to liking it, i think because of the title. …my band has been working on our third album – which we’re calling Mothdust –so i’ve been roaming the dusty hills of moth-land for a while. plus, what led me to the poem was an intriguing tattoo, created by this artist. the entire poem … Continue reading a poem that inspired a reading, which led to three questions, just for you. ~
many years ago, my partner and i lived on a “ranch” in the hills of norcal, not far from the napa county vineyards. it was technically meant to be a vacation place, but a few of us were bucking the system and living there rather permanently. one of the other rebel dwellers was a man by the name of jim – a self-proclaimed “hill jack” … Continue reading barefoot
i’m drawing a line, red-laced with berries a jagged fire-green boundary, vast and holding many secrets from now on, i endeavor to let her be my hedge. she grows freely, this creature – offers endless bird-fruits in the fall she grows freely in the hills, this creature – she may hurt you if you’re careless. from now on i claim her as my hedge. … Continue reading whispering tales with wild ones