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More and more frequently the edges
of me dissolve and I become
a wish to assimilate the world, including
you, if possible through the skin
like a cool plant's tricks with oxygen
and live by a harmless green burning.

I would not consume
you or ever
finish, you would still be there
surrounding me, complete
as the air.

Unfortunately I don't have leaves.
Instead I have eyes
and teeth and other non-green
things which rule out osmosis.

So be careful, I mean it,
I give you fair warning:

This kind of hunger draws
everything into its own
space; nor can we
talk it all over, have a calm
rational discussion.

There is no reason for this, only
a starved dog's logic about bones.

Margaret Atwood

The rain is falling and I have such an urge to dance. I have such an urge to dive into exploration of someone's skin and smell and taste every inch of it. I have such a desire to lie on my back in a field naked with the raindrops pulling goosebumps from my skin and then finally plunge into a scalding hotspring. I have the inexpressable feeling of being part of something larger than me but in no specific way, and I want to honour that feeling by suiting actions to mood.

I have said this before and I will say it again: my life moves in cycles. Sometimes I revisit the events and feelings from when I was five, sometimes from when I was twelve, and now it's the time when I was fifteen to seventeen. I am having, not a rebirth or a reawakening, but a reopening. I am remembering love and closeness felt new, people who match different facets of myself, the heady taste of independence, plunging with confidence into uncharted waters.

I am writing freely again.

I wrote some emails to Angus about permaculture, and I want to rework them into articles and see if I can submit them somewhere. They're a very basic definition/overview and a foray into a few of the branches or species of permaculture. It feels good to have them: if someone doesn't know what permaculture is, I just copy-paste.