Musings of a mother, mycophile & unabashed animist.
Notes on cultivating an animist tradition.
Pray to the Moon when She is round, Luck with you will then abound, What you seek for shall be found On the sea or solid ground.
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Wandering: Squirrelhenge
Out of the ordinary weather conditions often call for out of the ordinary adaptations. When in the stillness of the aberrant heat, the fungi fail to call, listen for the voices of others...
“These are the moments which are not calculable, and cannot be assessed in words; they live on in the solution of memory, like wonderful creatures, unique of their own kind, dredged up from the floors of some unexplored ocean.” ― Lawrence Durrell
This is one of those times I wish I had a wildlife cam. Ah, well, as you said, the stones know the secrets. Remind me to tell you of the freakishly "necromantic" occurrence during the building of the henge -- yes, speak soon. I will write.
For some reason, this project made me think of you, Bryan. Not that I associate you with squirrels, but maybe because I could see you participating in this construction with us. ;)
4 comments:
Beautiful. What those stones must have witnessed.
“These are the moments which are not calculable, and cannot be assessed in words; they live on in the solution of memory, like wonderful creatures, unique of their own kind, dredged up from the floors of some unexplored ocean.”
― Lawrence Durrell
Speak soon.
Friend,
This is one of those times I wish I had a wildlife cam. Ah, well, as you said, the stones know the secrets.
Remind me to tell you of the freakishly "necromantic" occurrence during the building of the henge -- yes, speak soon. I will write.
Nice !
For some reason, this project made me think of you, Bryan. Not that I associate you with squirrels, but maybe because I could see you participating in this construction with us. ;)
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