We are gardeners. We take all of the rotten things of this world, and we join in communion with the worms and the wriggly creatures of this planet to creates the blackest, richest earth we’ve ever known. When the earth smells deep and heady, we plant a magical seed. This is a seed that hasContinue reading “Radical Meditation I”
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The Impermanence of Smoke and Rain
We spent the week painfully suspended between the past and the future to the soundtrack of Whitney. The band, not the singer, because we were just counterculture enough that we could reject normalcy while still completing our degrees with distinctions. We were cliché, but not to each other, and we relished the sepia fog whileContinue reading “The Impermanence of Smoke and Rain”
