The Path Comes to an End
This is all there is. The path comes to an end among the parsley -alan watts IF I were to encapsulate the writings of Alan Watts, a teacher of […]
This is all there is. The path comes to an end among the parsley -alan watts IF I were to encapsulate the writings of Alan Watts, a teacher of […]
In love with the earth and sky There I was in 6th grade Science class, 12 years old, standing in the middle of the room, twirling a sling psychrometer above
A moment of revelation, nature as art. Rock, root, water, my skimming impressions engage with what is real, and I imagine another layer, unreal. To smell water, verdant and flush
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