I went for a walk up the ridge in the foggy drizzle, and turned around only a short way up, where the bad burn begins. But at that turning point something I saw took my breath away! It was this bright yellow green carpet emerging from the wet black soot that has covered the dormant forest floor for seventeen months now. Beads of water hang on the tips of the moss fronds, precious and glistening, growing up from some magical deep rooted system, and truly a miracle of time and season! Just as this new moss is sprouting ever so blithely and succulent from a colorless landscape, so I want to be. I am so happy today to release incessant worries about what is not right, for thinking it only constantly reaffirms and makes it persist in being. I am prepared for weightlessness, living for now, happy, all focus on productivity of the present, and hyper sensitivity of natures regrowth, because the greatest inspiration and design element from nature is right before me.
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The regrowth is gorgeous. What a lovely surprise to find the beautiful moss on your walk.
Thank you Wendy ! I kind of feel like the carpet of moss (which I use to love to see) is saying to me ” go further, walk on! ”
So I will ! xx
Most Definitely! Walk on….find more inspiring treasures!! xoxo
Just trying to learn to knit-walk seriously now, but I think that this year will be transforming! xx
Um, transforming in that i just may land where I was before I took 10 steps back. :: wink ::
Oh, how lovely! (I’m always joking that change is bad — but sometimes, its inexorability can be such a comfort, eh?) I’m happy for you that things are looking up.
Laine, little by little I am more comfortable with change. Inching along, and thank you for your encouragement~ xx
Thank you for the beautiful pictures and words. I am taking them both to heart.
Hi Angie, thank you ~ xx
Such a dreamy landscape. Like that glorious moss, you’re wings might yet be a little damp from your metamorphosis, but it’s to time to fly, Little Moth, fly! ♡♡♡
Taddy, I am surprised and impressed you find the charred trees dreamy… and yet, I guess I do too ( admittedly, I worried whether posting such a photo might be too dramatic ) , the cute adorable thirsty moss fronds, holding up their big wobbly drops of water just charm my socks off. Phoenix Moth ? xx
And boy do I feel like I’m old with wandering the hilly & hollow lands, but still I find regeneration and a yearning kind of connection with the moss!
This is the first time I have visited your site and viewed your incredible, meaningful photos and patterns. Your words bring such hope and beauty to what must have been a horrific experience. I am glad to see you found life renewing so soon after that deadly fire. And I am glad such an artistic woman survived to experience the renewal of your home.
Patty, what wonderful heartfelt words. Thank you. xx