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Gills of the Earth


Not a novel observation perhaps, but one I wanted to share.

Trees are like gills that stretch into the air from Gaia to nourish her, just as surely as the gills of fish connect them to the life giving water that sustains them.

Be kind to your mother.




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Post Removed: Birth, Death, War and the Value of Human Life

I have removed the post I published yesterday (Birth, Death, War and the Value of Human Life).

The reason was not the subject matter, which I hold to be very important, but rather my ideas about what I want this blog to be.

I was caught up in the emotion of events playing out on the world stage. I let them drag me in.

I want this blog to be a place a refuge for me and for others should they find it such. I want the focus to be about confusion and clarity, but always in the context of nature and natural places and I don’t want to fall into the trap of negativity that is easy for me to fall into. Sarcasm is one outlet for my negativity, and the more sarcastic I become, the more little lights start flashing, alerting me to something out of whack. This is usually a good time for a long hike and some tree hugging.

I felt the since-removed post was the antithesis of what I want to find here.

I have another blog (ggsmiley.me), which is devoid of content thus far, that I will use as an outlet for confusion and clarity that doesn’t fit here, should I chose to go that route. I have a feeling that if content grows in the other blog, I am in need of a whack to the head. These blogs and how they grow is a reflection of what occupies my mind, and the more of one, the less of the other.

So consider these blogs aspects or facets of my personality or threads that my bio-processor is executing. The goal is to direct my attention to thoughts that lift me up, give me strength and make me happy. My thoughts ARE my reality, so if I can mold it, I’d rather mold it in positive ways.

My thanks to those that follow these ramblings and your patience as I become confused, and seek clarity.

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My Pen Keeps Running Out of Ink

Over the past week, I have been reading “The Earth Has a Soul, C.G. Jung on Nature, Technology & Modern Life”, edited by Meredith Sabini.

It speaks to me, what can I say.

I’ll admit this is one of those books that I already knew I’d love before I started to read it. By the time I finish it, I’ll have underlined nearly every sentence. To some it is a waste of time to do that, to underline or highlight,  but it’s a technique I use to slow down my eyes and my brain. It’s the same reason I write long hand, at least once a day. While the ink is soaking in (I use a fountain pen), I spend time with each word, letting the sentence linger and soak in.

I buy books like this all the time. Affirmation books. I read the jacket cover, or a summary or review on-line, and the author is on my wavelength. I think to myself, “See there, someone else who thinks like I do. I’m not a complete imbecile. My ideas and opinions have merit. At least one other person, and an author no less, is touched by what touches me. I’m not alone.”

But, I am also leaning in to disagreement and discomfort. There are authors of several blogs I now follow whose minds work in ways that are mysterious to me. So I sit with their words, letting them soak in. In some cases, I need to backtrack and read from their archives, or from responses they make to comments in an attempt to understand the foundation from which they write. I am not always successful, nor will I be. I am experiencing the emptiness of understanding. I will feel and understand differently each time I read, whether it be a piece familiar to me or untried. I am different each moment.

I have the most difficulty with poetry. I have read ten times the poetry in the past 2 months than I have read in my life. It is a worthy struggle. I am learning to let go of expectations and a mind that wants to jump immediately to categorization or answers or patterns and interpretations that are familiar to me.

I am learning to open to diversity and change. I am talking back to judgement.

I am learning to feel.

I am building connections not barriers.

It’s hard.

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