thank you for sharing this, it is many my feelings too..i hope it's okay to share back..knowing that the particular ecologies i feel belonging with --ombrotrophic peatlands,most of all--dying and transforming beyond recognition all in my lifetime. and the peat,the very stuff that keeps time, holds it close to the ground, going all up in the air.. years ago i was pursuing a scholarly activist sort of role in response to what i felt coming,like endless expanse of mammatus, feeling the weight of all that's up and must come down. (maybe all our work ever is about having a graceful beautiful meeting with the ground , rather than abrupt fall and crash..) anyway i happened into something more hermitlike , which also turned me from a still one to a halfyear transient, and maybe informed my own form of hedonism/escapism/head stuck in sand or moss, which is also what little reverence practice i have, to just hold and carry and deepen those land relations and kinships in what precious little time i have got. i know the land transmutes everything in its time. so maybe i came to the other conclusion of doing away with doing, my kind of passivity despite its contradictions. i do see meddling too beyond ourselves , we got to be too many, and the hyper proximal and hyper local feels all i myself am qualified to touch. so i gave up that other path. but here, i can transmute in the immediacy of an event, whatever death & destruction, like any other animal does through its body. and across seasons or years, through taking in what's around and becoming of it, as food and water. that's about all that makes sense to me now, trying to live well and close and as part of things in what ways i can.. it is still never enough and won't ever be, but then, i'd reckon no other being imposes the thought of "enough" on itself, and then i remember to just stop thinking so much too.
i always figured maybe i'm drawn to the place because it will be the place of death for me, too. it makes as much sense as the other thoughts that maybe the affinity is about some genetic or ancestral memory or , just esthetics or a seed of imagery or language or story or anything else. so when you writ "if you're buried there your ghost will be resting with their ghosts" .. well..that touches on everything. i think i only ever fear that the funeral party drags on for all places endlessly. that's too terrible.
your role & part & home & life is precious ,and whatever sense one ever makes of ones experiencing of it all too i don't actually know anything deeply respect
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Date: 2023-09-04 04:16 pm (UTC)i always figured maybe i'm drawn to the place because it will be the place of death for me, too. it makes as much sense as the other thoughts that maybe the affinity is about some genetic or ancestral memory or , just esthetics or a seed of imagery or language or story or anything else. so when you writ "if you're buried there your ghost will be resting with their ghosts" .. well..that touches on everything. i think i only ever fear that the funeral party drags on for all places endlessly. that's too terrible.
your role & part & home & life is precious ,and whatever sense one ever makes of ones experiencing of it all too
i don't actually know anything
deeply respect