Kinship: Ursula K. Le Guin's Love Poem to Trees, the Interleaving of Life and Death, and the Eternal Flame of Being
A lyric reminder that "the word for world is forest" and the feeling of forest is love. I have been thinking a great deal about growth — what it means, what it asks of us, how it feels when unforced but organic. I have been thinking about growth and decay, the interplay between the two, the way all growth requires regeneration, which in turn requires a shedding, a composting, a reconstituting of old material. We don't always know what needs to be shed, or what the optimal direction of growth is.
Read in Brain Pickings: https://apple.news/ArNeAPudLOb6mZo23clVrTw
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