The Biggest Dream 'Scape
For a very very long time I have wanted to garden and work on the land to satisfy my itch for being a green thumb as well as developing a profound sense of satisfaction from purposeful movement. When my life dropped a large unkempt chunk of land in my lap I celebrated my new rental's yard. Praise the Universe for gifting my existence such a wonderful gift.
In the effort to not post personal pictures about my personal life, I have decided to withhold pictures for now. Words will have to suffice in this genesis.
I began with realizing I had five to six truckloads of branches and dead wood to pull off the ground before I could trim the lawn or the fields. Dandelions, Oak leaves and Blackberry bush sprouts EVERYWHERE. One of the craziest things about cutting into this incredibly under-maintained land has been the numerous pockets of space underneath inches and inches of organic debris. I'll be pulling live weeds out of the ground, thinking "Yeah, that's gotta be the dirt.", only to discover an entire layer of loose dirt has somehow made a dome-like formation underneath a layer of successful compost. Perhaps the result of small animals crafting their shelter.
Small animals are everywhere here. It's been a mere two months of dwelling here and I've seen just about all the animals I could imagine I would see in a forest. We have mice that are trying to move in with us but we keep telling them they can't live... rent free here. I've seen several garden snakes as well. One snake entertained me by staring at me while I tried to ask it to dance with me. It worked but it was weird. The slithering homie just sat there, sippin' on the air, patiently watching my antics before mimicing some movements I was making. Fun stuff that I can't really talk to anyone about without sounding like a naturalist weirdo.
All in all this is a wonderful experiment in forest living. My new landlord is showing his methods of neglect and innattention a little too early for our comfort but we can't ask rich people to understand nessecity, can we? I mean, correct me if I'm wrong, but don't people accumulate weath so they can stop working?
A society of apathy and meaningless lazy behavior have we created.
But what do I know? I'm that guy no one belives until reality smacks them with the truth I foretold. Am I prophetic or clairvoant? Perhaps. I can't stop these ideas from floating thorough my head. Can't stop people form beliving only in what they desire. I know I feel better when I tell the world what I'm thinking so... fuck it - I'm a Mystic.
-MN