hawthorn loves the way the sea does / do i want to love the way the sea does / we are just humans //

“Each Monday morning, fellows gather for SEED SOURCING: a shared "storytelling" practice. In the fictional, parallel plane of this story-space, the familiar social and physical laws are suspended. Each fellow is invited to speak from the most direct contact with their inner world - offering story, vision, image, or language that arises from the deeper current beneath surface experience. The practice is oriented toward the sourcing of the seed: that initial pulse of freedom, imagination, desire and possibility from which creation emerges.”

1 //

Hawthorn tea tastes like drinking the sea.
It has a strong fishy smell.
Fish is also good for the heart, no?

I like the company of hawthorn.
I really appreciate hawthorn.
Like deeply, deeply appreciate it -
How it appears it has weathered everything,
and is still standing.
Rooted and braced against storms.
Raw and robust,
yet endlessly caring.
The kind of care that strengthens.

Hawthorn works the way the sea does
Hawthorn loves the way the sea does.
It loves the heart
by teaching it endurance.

2 //

Do I want to love the way the sea does?
Or do I want to love the way the earth does?
Do I want to become ash of bones through resomation?
Or do I want to feed the soil,
give my body back slowly,
become compost,
through time…

So much restoring could be done
if we let the earth have us back.

Decay is not cruel
it is cyclical 
Rot is not failure
it is how we keep loving 
after we die.


3 //

We are just humans -
what do we know about what the land needs?

Shouldn’t living on this earth be a form of care, receptiveness, and cultural tending,
rather than placing ourselves at the center?
Shouldn’t art be practiced as care, receptiveness, and cultural tending,
rather than making the artist the center of importance?

Nothing humbles us
the way death and love can.
Shouldn’t we approach land and art
with death and love as our teachers?