Every year, well, every season, I find that I learn more about myself and more about my environment.
So what have I learned?
1) Pick your flowers while you can because killer frosts come far too soon in this forest.
2) When adolescent bears are 30 feet from your door, they are adorable. When they proceed to eat the wild cranberries, they are merely cute.
3) Mushroom pale students + intense northern sunlight = pain
4) We no longer have to pick the squirrels off with the .22 because PJ, our year old cat, picks them off for us.
5) This world may be the same, but each moment brings new and unique experiences.
6) There is nothing better than the taste of sunlight.
7) If you listen hard enough, you can hear the Earth's heartbeat.
8) The smallest gestures in life produce the greatest results.
9) Your brain may feel clogged with duckweed, but at least it has a purpose.
10) Each moment is precious. Never let the frosts of life touch what matters to you the most.
Love,
Jenny
About Me
- Jenny
- To introduce myself, I am an aspiring writer who is currently completing her BA at home through an open campus university. Besides still living at home with my parents, I not only hope to share my experiences in the bush but, as I strive to become a better writer, perhaps help inspire those who have desired to go on such a great adventure but have been intimidated by the unknown. May you laugh, cry, and thoroughly enjoy my lifestyle blog.
Thursday, 28 August 2014
Friday, 15 August 2014
August 2014 (Because I Love Experimental Forms)
A note on the post: Just because I think they are fun to write, I have decided to write a blog post that is a combination of the braided lyric and the flash essay forms. Enjoy! ~MUL
Sweat. Trickling it slides and
tickles. A mosquito flies by. Itching hands seek out the insect that is biting
into tender, fleshy parts. A slap.
Summer’s
autumn days are here. I walk through the compact of tan foundation with its
cool powder puff of clay, and contemplate the insect sounds that flit here and
there and all around. The days are hot. Exposure bleached my hair out long ago.
The forest, sick with streaks of gold, flaked out in the sun for too long. It
peels without interest. Those trees whose roots are shallow have leaves of
half-green -- squiggled scorch marks -- and of half-yellow.
The
hand feels wet and the mouth emits a groan. Great. Another blood bomb. But, look.
The hand is covered in a translucent, clear substance. Sweat.
Well, that was a fun way to spend twenty minutes.
Have a magnificent week!
Love,
Jenny
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