thinking as a plant provides a unique view of chronoception, one that extends beyond human time-scales. utilization of our senses gives us polarity in our movement as animals. we want to move away from where our shit falls, towards where we see the next horizon. rooted in place, a plant can only digest what falls on or near its body, even nurture and replenish the immediate surroundings. as animals, constantly seeking nourishment, we should remember the pace of life which plants are able to lead; often beyond many of our generations. processes of plant life are slow and highly reactive to external input. they absorb rather than devour and in turn, support life around themselves. rather than making life a repetitive process of consumption and waste, be aware of the intimate friction that occurs in every interaction and exchange.
feel the grit of the universe.
on particular mornings, my father would sit me down on the front porch of our house and say, "find three things you've never noticed before, take three deep breaths and smell the air. then, and only then, may you begin the day." his words still ring and whisper in my ears, even as i rush to catch the morning bus in seattle. alter your perception every day, put yourself in a different position to perhaps catch something, anything, you may have not noticed before. in this way, you will never be bored, life will always surprise, and beauty will become visceral. to hold a simple composition for more than a few seconds is to capture the poetry of life. a simple problem is often accompanied by a simple solution, if only you are willing to twist your perception to see it.
in a land where the sun never sets, the sky is always blue. sometimes hidden, sometimes in yo face.
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