TH3 N4TVR4L W0RLD'S H34L1NG...

the natural world’s healing 
whispers defy our manmade 
industrial dominion 

SONG OF THE DAY: Bl4ck B3rry Pt 1 (45s on 33)

 

All the blossoms are popping, which is extra exciting because I just moved into this place last fall, so this is the first blossom. There’s chunks of blackberry bushes I’ve gotten tangled up in already in their naked winter state back in the woods behind the house, so looking forward to what kinda filling-up-an-old-yogurt-container blackberry action I get later this calendar year. Good lessons from nature in the springtime, notably fuck your everyday shit, put on something bright as fuck and almost ridiculous looking now and then. That’s why I’ve got the blaze orange GK top and some garish bright orange Polo socks pulled up to knees, big ass tropical camouflage cargo shorts, looking like a fuckin’ fool that ought not to be dressing themselves. In my opinion, if you’re going full natural perspective in this bullshit world, that’s the only way to dress. “Professional” or “stylish” fashion is product trying to get you to assimilate into indistinguishable likeness. Would you rather be a blackberry bush, or a redbud popping in the spring time, or part of an endless row of enslaved corn plants trapped in fucking Indiana or Ohio or some shit? (Please don’t say the enslaved corn, but I bet a bunch of folks actually think that way, that being a goddamned genetically modified unsweet corn stalk in soulless Ohio is the most patriotic freedom-minded existence possible. Y’all stupid. Go get tangled up in blackberry bushes with your narrow-minded ass.)

CVLT1V4T1NG MY 1NN3R...

cultivating my inner 
weed mentality - fuck it, 
I'm gonna grow wherever 

TH3 M3D1C1N3 0VR R4GG3D...

the medicine our ragged 
asses needs has always been 
all around us, in the wild 

W33D P30PL3, 4LW4YS W4RN3D TH4T...

weed people, always warned that 
we are trespassing upon 
prosperity’s perfection 

4ND Y3T S0M3H0W WH4T H34LS VS...

and yet somehow what heals us

blossoms in our forgotten

corners - that's nature's magic

S1MPL3 R00T M3D1C1N3S VS3D...

simple root medicines used

to be the tinctures that cured;

we chopped down all the forests

W4LK1NG B3TW33N FR31GHT CLVST3RS...

walking between freight clusters

left idle so long weeds have

begun their reclamation

M3 4ND TH3 MVLL31N, H1D1NG...

me and the mullein, hiding

along forgotten railroad

tracks, embracing the quiet

L1F3'S W31GHT PVTS DR00P 0N SH0VLD3RS...

life's weight puts droop on shoulders -

walk it off, like them ice age

immigrants did way back when

M1M0S4 BR4NCH3S F4NN1NG...

mimosa branches fanning

in incoming thunderstorm's

peripheral cool breezes

M1SS TH3 L4ND 1 L1V3D W1TH F0R...

miss the land I lived with for

nearly two decades dearly -

those woods feel abandoned now

F4LL1NG 1N L0V3 W1TH PL4NTS WH1L3...

falling in love with plants while

walking through cluttered city

because I miss my wildness

N0 M0R3 M0RN1NG M1M0S4...

no more morning mimosa

mist over angled pasture

where my white quartz altar hid

F0LKS WH0 TH1NK TH3Y KN0W WH4T'S VP...

folks who think they know what's up

tend to over-harvest ghost

pipe, so I never snitch spots

04K TR33 4RTS PH1L0S0PHY...

oak tree arts philosophy -

scatter bullshit every

direction, don't give a fuck

R4W F3NN3L TR4NSM1SS10NS 0F...

raw fennel transmissions of

deep-seeded unseen knowledge

of ancient feral wizards

R3STL3SS B3D L3FT D1STR3SS3D 1N...

restless bed left distressed in

middle of night for dropper

of motherwort in kitchen

H34L1NG FR4CT4LS 0F N4TVR3...

healing fractals of nature,

tendrils spiraling into our

lives, despite our abuses

MVLL31N B33N MY M1R4CL3...

mullein been my miracle

ear; like myself, it loves old

railroad tracks and riverbanks