a literary journal published by the Black Earth Institute dedicated to re-forging the links between art and spirit, earth and society
The cultivation of my plants has been a real source of pride and peace for me. Some of the plants came from trash heaps around the city where I found them near death. Nurturing them is a meditative experience, also humbling; caring for any other living thing, so much is out of your control. Gardening is an exercise in patience and love.
It is necessary to remove your clothes to take a bath. In the garden, before the fall, there were no clothes, there was no nakedness; like the departed having their sins burned away in purgatory before entering heaven. Unfettered, unshaven, I create my own Eden in my bathroom.