You make the decay feel beautiful with your prose, Andy!
Thank you, Rae. Thich Nhat Hanh speaks about how the lotus requires mud to grow and in that has its own beauty, that is something I think about a lot.
I agree with Thich Nhat Hanh.
Lovely!
Beautifully rendered images and story, Andy!
Thank you, Nancy!
There is always a new birth that comes from the decay, isn’t there. Loved your attention to all the details. Like the beds being pulled apart by creatures still making their own homes. What an image. Beautiful Andy.
Yes indeed, Alegria. Birth is only made possible because of death/decay. Thank you for your careful reading
Love the image of a crestfallen house. Beautiful words, my friend!
Thanks, Sarah! I drive past a lot of abandoned farmsteads in my work and I’ve always thought there is a certain human melancholy to them.
I definitely see that.
In condemned compound,
spring sprouts... birds, spiders weave nests.
Among ruined buildings.
...
Change means ruin? Nah!
Collapse may be turn, pivot.
Life resurrects life.
“Spiders weave nests” and “life resurrects life”
What great lines! Thank you for reading and for the restack
May the little bits of good green find their way in everywhere!
🙏
You make the decay feel beautiful with your prose, Andy!
Thank you, Rae. Thich Nhat Hanh speaks about how the lotus requires mud to grow and in that has its own beauty, that is something I think about a lot.
I agree with Thich Nhat Hanh.
Lovely!
Beautifully rendered images and story, Andy!
Thank you, Nancy!
There is always a new birth that comes from the decay, isn’t there. Loved your attention to all the details. Like the beds being pulled apart by creatures still making their own homes. What an image. Beautiful Andy.
Yes indeed, Alegria. Birth is only made possible because of death/decay. Thank you for your careful reading
Love the image of a crestfallen house. Beautiful words, my friend!
Thanks, Sarah! I drive past a lot of abandoned farmsteads in my work and I’ve always thought there is a certain human melancholy to them.
I definitely see that.
In condemned compound,
spring sprouts... birds, spiders weave nests.
Among ruined buildings.
...
Change means ruin? Nah!
Collapse may be turn, pivot.
Life resurrects life.
“Spiders weave nests” and “life resurrects life”
What great lines! Thank you for reading and for the restack
May the little bits of good green find their way in everywhere!
🙏