Oh, others are showy, but, over time, after wandering over and through many lava fields and stony wastes, the willow’s stunning, low-level, never-repeated poetic lines win out.
Sometimes, limestone catches the Arctic wind.
Dryas octopetala (White Dryad)
One is best to stop and read one’s self. Take your time. This book has more than one word.
An Icelandic science is possible. Currently, it is called art, or Nature, or some other European concept. It is waiting for its moment.
This isn’t Europe, though. This is the Garden. This is the moment.
Its terms can be redefined from the land up, instead of being classified to fit into a foreign hierarchy. Courage is all.
The world starts here, from here. As the world drifts into madness, sanity becomes more important than ever.
Nothing is known. Nothing has been seen before. Beauty is our guide to the energies of the land, which are the energies of our minds.
This is the primary human experience. Settlement of our bodies begins now.