Things I've Found on the Ground
Looking for myself by finding where my individuality melts away
Hello, Transcendent Beings!
Navigating the treacherous waters between individualism and community.
nature’s creeping costume change
verdant to amber
Things I’ve Found on the Ground
If you go walking with me, we will stop often. I’m forever picking up rocks, leaves, and thoughts. I will often halt abruptly to take a picture of a tree, a river, or an insect. My eyes scan the ground even when I’m running around suburbia completing errands.
This is how I end up with other people’s discarded grocery lists.
This past week, I added another glorious bit of shopping ephemera to my collection.
It’s not that I’m a hoarder. I gather these treasures because I’m looking for clues. I’m trying to figure out how to bridge the gap between that place where I begin and the universe ends or where the universe begins and where I end.
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