Branching out

Goodness, how the days have been passing! The fronds and I have been busy living and moving and expanding, and a bit slack at the writing part of this project I confess. Although that's not entirely true- I was working on an essay about this project for my Masters, and so focussing more on that … Continue reading Branching out


A Close Call

This morning, at my desk, trying (or pretending) to write, I was looking at the fronds and pondering the fact that this whole time what I've really been doing is carrying around a pot of soil. The fronds themselves are a tiny fraction of the weight of this object, or concrescence of objects. The soil is … Continue reading A Close Call


Honesty is growing up so fast, true leaves peeking out from between the bases of its seed leaves. Tiny little hairs on the leaves, catching the light to give a slight halo effect. Although my Mum, Grannie and Aunty have grown honesty all my life, I've never actually paid much attention to the leaves, so I … Continue reading Budding


Many things have happened in the past few days. We have been so busy living (interliving?) and being (interbeing?) and making new friends and fronds there has been little time for writing and reflection. I feel I could fill many pages with our adventures and still not come close to capturing it. So here are … Continue reading Sympoetry


Things move in pulses Of sameness and change Impatience and overwhelm Preparation and action Focus and distraction. Are you teaching me about you, Or about myself? About my rash curious fingers Thoughtlessly weeding, Seeking control, About my reluctance to sit and be still and just let it all roll. About my ignorance of life and … Continue reading Pulses