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nathanlovestrees

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Someone once told me I'm too sincere to be funny.

Full-time caregiver to a disabled brother and father interested mainly in Thoreau, Zhuangzi, animism, Kings of Convenience, and drinking tea.

Master's degrees in music theory and theology (nonpracticing), classically trained and folk musician (also nonpracticing), and I once organized and helped plant over 800 trees on abandoned mine land (I do still plant trees occasionally).

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saw a cybertruck in the wild today and became rationally angry

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been trying to find a way to say this succinctly but I’m having trouble: it annoys me when people conflate laziness and anti-productivity. If capitalism is not just buying and selling things then similarly anti-productivity is not just laziness. There is good work and good labor that needs doing. Idealizing a certain type of laziness and calling it anti-productivity annoys me because it suggests that doing anything = being productive and therefore evil and just no

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1/6 “Animacy is an overdetermined word, but so is the idea of the Divine Feminine. The reason I have begun to shy away from the Divine Feminine and the Sacred Masculine is their unfortunate identification with gender and, more importantly, their overidentification with humans and their myopic classifications generally. Animacy is plushier. Springier. More mosslike. It seems a soft spot to rest on while I try to understand and explain how very sentient the world is to me these days.

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1/2 “We are as often injured as benefited by our systems, for, to speak the truth, no human system is a true one, and a name is at most a mere convenience and carries no information with it. As soon as I begin to be aware of the life of any creature, I at once forget its name. To know the names of creatures is only a convenience to us at first, but so soon as we have learned to distinguish them, the sooner we forget their names the better, so far as any true appreciation of them is concerned.

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1/3 “When the ancients had not found an animal wild and strange enough to suit them, they created one by the mingled [traits] of the most savage already known,—as hyenas, lionesses, pards, panthers, etc ., etc.,—one with another. Their beasts were thus of wildness and savageness all compact, and more ferine and terrible than any of an unmixed breed could be.

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once bittern, twice shy

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Neither of mother
Nor of father was I formed;
My creation was created
Out of nine elements:
From fruit, out of fruits,
From the fruit of God’s beginning;
From Primroses and gossiping flowers;
From wood and trees’ pollen;
From earth, from the soil
Was I formed;
From Nettle flowers,
From the ninth wave’s water.

Book of Taliesin, Battle of the Trees

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Not as obvious to the naked eye, but the dawn goddess reveals herself to those with patience and long shutter speeds.

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leave a broad margin in your life

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I am the wind on the sea;
I am the wave of the sea;
I am the stag of seven battles;
I am the eagle on the rock
I am a flash from the sun;
I am the most beautiful of plants;
I am a strong wild boar;
I am a salmon in the water;
I am a lake in the plain;
I am the word of knowledge;
I am the head of the spear in battle;
I am the god that puts fire in the head;
Who spreads light in the gathering on the hills?
Who can tell the ages of the moon?
Who can tell the place where the sun rests?

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The cicada and the little dove laugh at this, saying, "When we make an effort and fly up, we can get as far as the elm or the sapanwood tree, but sometimes we don't make it and just fall down on the ground. Now how is anyone going to go ninety thousand li to the south!"

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Dark, by S. Carey
https://youtu.be/3YHeFW43Ta4

Black River, by Lera Lynn
https://youtu.be/L-uUlejpQJ4

Silhouette, by Moddi
https://youtu.be/ERxp8IE-_ZQ

Renegade, by Kings of Convenience
https://youtu.be/FOnPssAmMVI

Dreaming, by Ásgeir
https://youtu.be/lnxDS_o_51I

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non-diving bird bird diving competition

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a sound of summer greeted me unbidden: new leaves whooshing in the breeze. Strange how in the autumn the leaves are additive, augmenting the sound of the wind with their papery tones; in the summer, however, the leaves, fleshy and tender, seem to be of the same substance as the wind and amplify its music, as if the wind and leaves add up to one.

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why aren’t pill bugs called armadillo bugs?

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I wrote a brief little thing about why I still love reading Thoreau for the anniversary of his death today (May 6, 1862)

https://freeanduneasy.blog/the-genius-of-the-wood/

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We, sighing, said, "Our Pan is dead;
His pipe hangs mute beside the river;—
Around it wistful sunbeams quiver,
But Music's airy voice is fled.
Spring mourns as for untimely frost;
The bluebird chants a requiem;
The willow-blossom waits for him;—
The Genius of the wood is lost."

Thoreau’s Flute by Louise May Alcott

died in 1862

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Happy Cinco de Cuatro to those who celebrate

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wake up and smell the swamp

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Friday nights are for swamps

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there’s a swamp in my boot!

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wish me luck on my frog date. I hope they don’t stand me up

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1/2 “We discourse freely without shame of one form of sensuality, and are silent about another. We are so degraded that we cannot speak simply of the necessary functions of human nature. In earlier ages, in some countries, every function was reverently spoken of and regulated by law.

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From the Homeric hymn 7 to Dionysus:

“When he had said this, he had mast and sail hoisted on the ship, and the wind filled the sail and the crew hauled taut the sheets on either side. But soon strange things were seen among them. First of all sweet, fragrant wine ran streaming throughout all the black ship and a heavenly smell arose, so that all the seamen were seized with amazement when they saw it.

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tea for two for one

feat. enshi yulu from One River Tea

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