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Ash
Write love letters to yourself, your family, your community, and future generations by planting fruit and nut trees. See the trees you eat from as love letters written to you. Food forester merging art and agriculture 𖠰
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Harmony and healing amplify through our attention and appreciation in the present moment. In giving thanks, we do not merely observe the world…we participate in its unfolding toward love.
AshMay 22
In the Garden of the Woman Who Lends Me Her Rose Colored Glasses
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I never knew wholehearted devotion until I began working with the Earth —
Until I spent many mornings completely immersed in the primordial fragrance of fresh soil.
Hands stained luminous shades of burnt orange, deep brown, and stark black.
Listening to the hymns of winged ones. 𓅪
I never knew wholehearted devotion until I spent many afternoons in the company of iridescent dragonflies.
Satiated by sun-ripened fruits and velvet breezes.
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AshApr 29
The Unsung Heroes of our Creative World: the Microbes (p. 1)
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this body used to be
wild raspberries and sorrel
fern shoots and sugarcane juice
cascading waterfalls and lava cooled to obsidian
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and so i -
Prediction for 2027: sand dollars + cacao beans will begin to be used as primary currency
#1 muse for my 2026 garden, the Moon and Stars watermelon
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Thank you mother Earth,
whose minerals craft our bones,
whose waters nourish our blood.
Whose succulent foliage blesses us with pure oxygen.
Whose artistry we stand in awe of and mimic in our own creative ways.
Thank you for nourishing us.
AshApr 22
Harvesting Fruits of Ancient Wisdom: The Hawaiian Ahupua’a Model
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When you think you're too small to make a difference, consider the magnificent bee. 1 out of 3 bites of food comes from a bee-pollinated plant! These little creatures are heroic in their service to all of Earth's inhabitants...but they don't know any differently. They are embodied in their purpose; simply doing what they do and crafting …
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The rainforest teaches how to let go.
What is untouched and undervalued collects mold.
I have learned to keep the tender things — the storied things.
The handmade, hand-me-down, heartfelt things. The gently-used, carefully-crafted, agapé-heightening things.
The green and growing, the terra-cotta, the sentimental, the pure and simple.
At the end of the day, I discover the most solace in things which are not mine, but are the ephemeral possessions of the ever-changing natural world.
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