I’m no stranger to the immense personality crisis Mother Nature endures throughout an Indiana spring. This year in particular, our entryway has danced between parasols and parkas more times than I can count. Sundays spent chattering on a back porch, kids swinging wildly on a hammock chair, popsicles at the ready. Monday morning? Snow, and
I haven’t given much thought to birds in the past. Once, when visiting India, I remember noticing that when a flock of pigeons would fly all around you it was like breath, like molecule, their noisy wings thrumming to the beat of your own heart. You were altogether surrounded. As if you were the same.
Arrive at the dock, spread out snacks. Open a book and start reading to the toddler. Fight the disappointment you feel when she wriggles away. Let her run; today is a day to explore. Throw rocks, smell flowers, point at reflections in the water. Note the ripples. Again, again, again.
Ever since Bee was born, I began to stretch great lengths to clear our home of toxins to the best of our ability. Organic fruits and veggies always, BPA-free everything, you know the drill. And then I started clearing myself of those same toxins (exhibit A) and I’m slowly but surely transitioning into this crazy
Cliff’s paintings are absolutely breathtaking. This is what the aliens see, right? LINK: CLIFF BRIGGIE
This is just a page from a zine, but it needs to be a poster so I can play “Pin the Tail on the Awesome.” LINK: ANDREW HOFFMAN
Nature is kickin’ rad. LINK: GRAND PRISMATIC SPRING via miss moss Color Mankind is a weekly guest series from Lauren Willhite.
Get it?! Ha! LINK: ANTHONY ZINONOS