~thankful thursday~ light cone

They are growing on me, these dark-dwelling light-makers with their soft, transparent hearts. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ light cone

a boatswain’s crepuscular ditty

With your mind empty and clear, individual words roll under you like the waves. . . . → Read More: a boatswain’s crepuscular ditty

~summer shorts~ reclaiming

You can sail forward even when the wind is close to your bow, but there is a reason why they call it “beating to windward.” . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ reclaiming

~thankful thursday~ sailor hair don’t care

in the more immediate sense, i was under a dark cloud, and my thankfulness gland wasn’t functioning properly. i had a vague a feeling of “at least i don’t live in aleppo,” but that just made me feel guilty that i wasn’t getting an A in the gratitude challenge when i should, since i don’t live in aleppo. imagine being ungrateful for all the nachos i am blessed to be eating lately. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ sailor hair don’t care

earth as schooner ~ a permaculture analogy

in my personal unschooling adventure, as in, my own studies on what is most salient to me right now, i have been absolutely smitten with permaculture. i’m immersed in the literature currently, have joined a permie internet forum, and have been networking with people locally who have used the p word within earshot of me. . . . → Read More: earth as schooner ~ a permaculture analogy

bioluminescence

"hey, baby"

a portrait of the artist as a ctenophore

i have been fascinated by bioluminescence since long before i knew it by that name. one of the best things about growing up in the northeastern united states on a farm with big grassy meadows was the abundance . . . → Read More: bioluminescence

unschooling, schooner style

one of my first tastes of unschooling might have been when i spent my first 9 weeks aboard the schooner Harvey Gamage. i just dug out my journal from SEAmester, and the entry from our first day of sailing (3-3-98) included this:

“earlier today we ate breakfast, swabbed the decks, and then the crew let . . . → Read More: unschooling, schooner style