#green threads

[isomorphismes]

Discussions among designers of computer languages are almost never dogmatic. Implementers remember working through the good arguments on both sides of a decision; they’re eager to hear what happens when you make that decision differently. It’s users of a language who are zealots.

Russ Cox

[swamp-threads]

I'm not afraid of getting older.

It happens to everyone. Age, rot, weathering. The point when your bones get soft and start to buckle and the cartilage in your joints wears away, and you shrivel into an old person. It happens to everyone.

I'm afraid of being young.

Youth is a cruel time. A time of no agency, of being pulled along in a current too powerful for you to learn to swim. When the word seems most interested in you, watching like a hungry beast for your weakest moment so it can pounce.

I'm afraid of seeing youth play out again.

Any parents experiences youth at least twice. Once yourself, and then again for your child and any other children you may have. And if you did not learn to swim, but just barely kept your head above water, you dread seeing your child do the same. You lose hair as their birthdays approach, as their dance recitals come, as their graduations pass, and you dread they do as bad as your worst memory. You'll be there, but gods it hurts because you see yourself next to them and you remember every horrible moment. And maybe you'll spare them your mistakes, but you know they'll make their own. And that stings just as much.

[swamp-threads]

There's something very special about running your fingers through fresh mulch.

The smell of years of rot giving way to a new bed for green.

[swamp-threads]

Some people wonder if love is part of being a thread of the natural world. And it is. Love means something a little different in every different part of nature. But it is still there.

I see love when I watch a bear defend their cub. There is love when one tree braces against another leaning in the wind. There is love when a rotting log or a stump gets mushy in the damp and nurses the growth of other things. There is even love in the way an insect or a haggleurn eats their mate; imagine being loved to the point of consumption and subsumation, being loved so much they needed you to be part of them.

Man, the threads of nature don't always form a pretty tapestry. But there's love in it. Love in the weaving of the threads and the image they create.

[swamp-threads]

Often, I feel unloved. I can feel insignificant, unhappy, alone, scared. Gods, I feel so scared all the time.

It is easy to stand in a grand forest with your feet in the mud and to look up and feel like an ant. Like a grain of sand lost in the mire. Looking down can make you feel bigger but it does not erase the memory of the branches above you. To feel at ease you must become a tree. The trees don't care how tall they are, they only seek light and water. You can be the same. You can root yourself. You can become part of the forest.

[swamp-threads]

I have eaten pink moss today and must remember not to eat pink moss again.

[tremendousstrangerpirate]

Winter Fashion Trends 2024 - Dive into Timeless Trends & Ageless Wellness with Eternal Lifestyle.

1. Bold Statements: This winter, don’t shy away from making a statement. Embrace bold colors like emerald green, cobalt blue, […]

[wallpapersmug]

Grass, green threads, lawn, threads, 1080x2160 wallpaper @wallpapersmug : https://ift.tt/2FI4itB - https://ift.tt/2GTJ6QM