We lie in bed, waiting for our son to surrender. The day has been too fun to let go without a fight.
Eventually, time wins. It has amazing stamina.
Time will win. Time earns it. Time works really hard.
I miss trees. I'm excited to become a better gardener. Vanessa sent me a video that explained that forests aren't even "forests," exactly. They're more like cultivated gardens, from hundreds and thousands of years ago. Humans are a "habitat manipulator" species. Just like beavers. Beavers cut down trees to make their homes. So do humans. Beavers listen to their instincts and let trees grow back so they have more trees next time.
We are habitat manipulators. There is no shame in that. The key is converting my old guilt into new, healthy, humble pride. Proud of my place in nature. Being as present as I can to my surroundings.
My great shift can be a focus on living things. My wife and son instead of my phone and tablet. Taking great care of our pets. Cleaning my sink and dishes every night before bed, so insects aren't confused and think I want them inside. My words say no, but when I don't care for my environment by doing my chores, my actions are an invitation.
Nature cares more about actions. It rarely allows us to explain why it is wrong. My whole life, I've never talked my way out of a bug bite.
So my focus shifts. At some point, maybe, I'll submit a post to this blog, and it will be the last one I write. That will be a day that I sing.
We also won't worry about all ther writing between now and then. I'm flawed, but sho is every living thing. No reason to feel bad for a universal truth.
Just let it go
He's asleep, I think.
Eventually, time wins. It has amazing stamina.
Time will win. Time earns it. Time works really hard.
I miss trees. I'm excited to become a better gardener. Vanessa sent me a video that explained that forests aren't even "forests," exactly. They're more like cultivated gardens, from hundreds and thousands of years ago. Humans are a "habitat manipulator" species. Just like beavers. Beavers cut down trees to make their homes. So do humans. Beavers listen to their instincts and let trees grow back so they have more trees next time.
We are habitat manipulators. There is no shame in that. The key is converting my old guilt into new, healthy, humble pride. Proud of my place in nature. Being as present as I can to my surroundings.
My great shift can be a focus on living things. My wife and son instead of my phone and tablet. Taking great care of our pets. Cleaning my sink and dishes every night before bed, so insects aren't confused and think I want them inside. My words say no, but when I don't care for my environment by doing my chores, my actions are an invitation.
Nature cares more about actions. It rarely allows us to explain why it is wrong. My whole life, I've never talked my way out of a bug bite.
So my focus shifts. At some point, maybe, I'll submit a post to this blog, and it will be the last one I write. That will be a day that I sing.
We also won't worry about all ther writing between now and then. I'm flawed, but sho is every living thing. No reason to feel bad for a universal truth.
Just let it go
He's asleep, I think.
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