I began my walk this morning, as always, with a simple request:
Show me something beautiful.
Here’s a poem I wrote to go along with the mood of today’s hike.
This poem is part of a larger project that I’ve been working on in celebration of the 72 microseasons of the natural year.
Also, here are just a few lines from an epistolary novella I’ve been writing on my walks this year. It’s still rough and sketchy right now, but very much fun.
I press my bare feet against soil, feeling life stirring beneath in patterns that mimic the river, Mnemosyne, below. All connections remain, though transformed.
I am not fully here yet, nor fully gone from there.
-Ann Collins, Monoflora
That’s all, my friends. Just wanted to give you a taste of what I’ve been working on. It’s a multilayered project that I hope will carry me through the long, hot North Carolina summer.
I’d love to hear what you’ve been cooking up—feel free to comment!
I’ll see you in a new microseason,
xo Ann
@Kent Peterson thanks for sharing!
magnificent 🌱🌿💚 truly magnificent.
I am working on possibly another 3 part essay. Hares. Meadows. Homes. The inspiration is courtesy of Chloe Dalton and her magical book, Raising Hare.💚