An ode to imagination, unfettered by reality and judgement, free to roam the endless halls of wonder: We think reality needs to make way for imagination every once in awhile to keep our lives interesting.
Many of us know what it is like to own too many things: they stuff our closets, overfill our cupboards, and lurk in the corners of our rooms, discarded and forgotten. While it can be tempting to toss them out to clear up some much-needed space, an argument can also be made for going through our neglected belongings and returning them to regular use in our lives.
If there is one word to categorize the world we live in today, it’s “distraction”. It’s the antithesis of all attempts to be thoughtful and considered. But for many of us, it’s important not to lose site of our goals and intentions.
As terrestrial beings, our movements are restricted to the ground, unless we climb a tree or mountain or dive into the ocean depths. What would life be like if our movements through the air and sea were uninhibited and free?
In an era where our relationship with nature is far from certain, where do we stand? News and politics are very adamant about the story of people first, nature second. Science is just as eager to convince us of the opposite. What about the everyday folk, people like you and me?
Cozy (adjective). 1. Enjoying or affording warmth and ease. 2. Marked by or providing contentment or comfort. 3. Marked by the intimacy of the family or a close group. – Merriam-Webster Dictionary
Numbers are pervasive in our world. Whether we see their physical forms or simply move through the results of calculations and forecasting, there’s no escaping them. But have we become too dependent on them?
As humans, we measure time in seconds, minutes, hours, and days. But for creatures who can live thousands of years or only a few days, how do they perceive time’s passing?
Our lives are mercilessly filled with the cacophony of hustle and bustle. When I need to get away from it all, I like to take a break by aiming my eyes upward, towards a different world, one that exists in the canopies just above my head.
An ode to the special relationship that humans have with water.
During my last visit to the beach, I came upon some impressive flocks of birds. There were some small, some large—both the birds and the great groups they huddled in. White, greys, black, tan, and little specks of orange clustered together and flitted about.
What makes a houseplant happy? We share a few stories and lessons of our own from a few years of growing up with our leaf-bearing friends.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a fascination with the ocean. I’m not sure exactly what draws me to it. But seeing it always leaves me feeling exhilarated and at peace at the same time. Regardless of the time of day, regardless of the weather—I could watch it for hours.