Before agriculture was midwifed in the Middle East, humans were in the wilderness. We had no concept of “wilderness” because everything was wilderness and we were a part of it. But with irrigation ditches, crop surpluses, and permanent villages, we became apart from the natural world…. Between the wilderness that created us and the civilization created by us grew an ever-widening rift.” — William Cronon, The Trouble with Wilderness; or, Getting Back to the Wrong Nature


I’d like to take a moment to remind all that we ARE this earth, not separate from it. We are nature and need to recognize that on more days than just one. Earth day is every day~ and the day we become aware of this, our unifying collaborations toward helping/enhancing/loving Earth will benefit not only Earth itself but all of us~ and the day we recognize this, we will have a collaborate inspiration to make a change! : )

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It seems as if the more I write the more sad I become
It seems as if my fingertips bleed truth
It seems as if I tend to ignore what’s real 
It seems as if I strive away from my emotions
hoping they leave as quickly as they came

It seems this philosophy may be slowly deteriorating
it seems as if the more I hide from myself,
the more I’ll have to face 
the more i’ll have to look at, with a straightened back and tidied stride,
and finally accept the truth
that exists beneath my fingertips.

(Source: vmartineau)

Why

Why does my mind constantly trail back to certain aspects
of my past
that are forever locked into place
yet my mind (with all the controlling it does)
teases with the history
it can remember.
it thinks it can go back and change the truth
it thinks it can reshape the molded sorrow that engulfs 
in my brain
into something lighter, more flamboyant 

Who do you think you are, mind?
You think you’re significant,
you think you are the universe?

you constantly find the answers, but throw them away as quickly as you’ve found them
you laugh when you see my face light up with knowledge
and then frown when my confusion takes over

you think your controlling attributes will save me in the end?
you think I am too purposeless to live without you?

My nonsense does wonders because of you
it’s only because of you
that my chaotic rambling 
is prevalent
between my dreams//
and my dreams

Now I sit here in confusion
I call you my “mind”
but you don’t solve any unanswered questions
except the ones
that I would rather not understand

I completely understand truth 
I completely understand that what I want isn’t what I will get
I completely understand that my life will not progress
if I continue in a routine of separation
between letting in
and letting go
because neither of those are possibilities
in the reality inside my head

Now i’m just going to continue to ramble
because it’s the only therapy that my mind will accept

I sit in blank hypocrisy 
conflicted between who I want to be
and who I am
and who is possible
to be


"I think it’s a wierd thing that people have to look forward to Friday to have a bit of happiness. Somehow we need to take the control away from society and make our life into such a thing where every day is something to look forward to. I think it would be worthwile for us to work for that, don’t you think, Bernardo?"

from my new book…in progress. (via hippieseurope)

busylittledyings:

forest warp (acceleration #3) - james fidler