Take me for a walk amongst the dead nettles, down by the river where the woods are thick with the damp smell of moss and wild garlic
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Take me for a walk amongst the dead nettles, down by the river where the woods are thick with the damp smell of moss and wild garlic
Ireland 🇮🇪
Realising how much slow profound healing this stoic man’s presence has infused into my life.
Even in the toughest spells and darkest days.
He hasn’t shielded me from the hurt, hasn’t saved me.
Instead, he held space for me
to save myself
Louise Glück, from ""Averno", Averno
from The New York Times
Jordan Lefler
Take me for a walk amongst the dead nettles, down by the river where the woods are thick with the damp smell of moss and wild garlic
That time of year…
Now I danced in the sunlight on my hardwood floors.
Beddgelert Forest, Snowdonia, Wales by Light Magnetic
Mental health status: Need to look at the sea for hours and stay quiet.
The world can shout and scream and set aflame
and I will simply fall to my knees
hands in the dirt
and grow the gentlest garden of flowers.
Humming a threshing song
Until the night is over
Hold on!
Hold on!
-Joanna Newsom, Only Skin
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Ashenbank woods near Cobham, England by Simon Bolton
It's 3:15 pm on a Monday in April and I am filled with the sudden overwhelming need to wander aimlessly in bluebell woods