“It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.” – John Burroughs
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“Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.” – Yoko Ono
“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape—the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.” – Andrew Wyeth
“I pray this winter be gentle and kind—a season of rest from the wheel of the mind.” – John Geddes
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“Snow falling soundlessly in the middle of the night will always fill my heart with sweet clarity.” – Novala Takemoto
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“O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?” – Percy Bysshe Shelley
Before energy manifests as form it lives as a frequency, a vibrating song within a womb of silence. We all have an innate capacity to perceive a far wider range of frequencies than we generally engage but most of us have lost our ability to hear the subtle sounds of the Earth and the voices of all her creatures. This collective deafness reinforces the belief that the Earth is mute.
The honorific maestro isn’t tossed around lightly. Santiago, carried the weight of leadership with effortless, consummate grace. This is why his tragic, unfair death from COVID-19 this spring is being mourned so widely.
I had embarked on a journey to talk with Mugwort because I wanted to understand plants and nature in a new way. To listen rather than destroy. To ask rather than demand. To learn to respect rather than disregard. And also, to find out why it annoyed me so much.
Let us consider Earth and the community of planets as seeds broadcast into a field – in this case, a solar field. Just as plant seeds can find themselves in locations that are too dry or too hot or too cold for sprouting, so most of the planets in the solar field landed in conditions unfavorable for growth. Only Earth was in a promising situation for germination.