The vision of the plants is not a threat. It’s an invitation. Let the grogue do its work. Let the moss have its say.
Not with violence. With patience.
So here’s to the abandoned camps. Here’s to the grogue that breaks your ego. Here’s to the coconut that feeds the ants. And here’s to the tent where you finally, truly, rest. The vision of the plants is not a threat
“Drink,” whispered a fern. “And you will understand.” The vision of the plants is not a threat