Good gracious, I miss this dear friend.
A Journey into pattern language:
“Landscape has all the features of language. It contains the equivalent of words and parts of speech—patterns of shape, structure, material, formation, and function. All landscapes are a combination of these”
—Anne Whiston Spirn, The Language of the Landscape
“The elements of this language are entities called patterns. Each pattern describes a problem which occurs over and over again in our environment, and then describes the corn the solution to that problem, in such a way that you can use this solution a million times over, without ever doing it the same way twice.”
—Christopher Alexander, A Pattern Language
Thanks, Edible Forest Gardens for continually opening up new paths of discovery for me.
I’ve been thinking really hard over the last several weeks.
I often wonder what fellow living brains think of.
My mind of obsessed with deciphering this blur of reality and the complex emotions that punctuate it. I am often brought to tears just thinking of the enormity of what each of us is faced with in the world. Is this what Buddhism calls the “monkey mind”? Is it all really simple, yet veiled in aureate stimuli? Fascination with philosophers, artists, poets, and brilliant minds envelopes many of us who are deep in thought. Yet, I wish to know others and not continually repeat what has already been said and what the weather is going to be like.
Our distractions are enthralling.
I often wonder whether I’m doomed to continue into this whirlwind of existential crisis alone, for I rarely meet individuals who seem to acknowledge and attempt to digest the fact that we are an ornate species settled into infinitely complex ecosystems, flying through a universe that our minds cannot even fathom. What is going on?
The most beautifully disappointing answer is that no one knows.
We are all in this together. We can distract ourselves from the question with first world problems. I guess relaxing into a convenient world is what allows us to even ponder so deeply…
I doubt that I can do anything but continue to try to understand what the origin of all of this is. It’s a losing battle, but I can’t help myself, can you?
“If we did all of the things we are capable of doing, we would literally astonish ourselves”
“Every single thing in nature belongs to its particular group, with which it shares similarities and yet is unique, with no two of anything alike. Yet each comes into bloom or fruition with the others, in season. Some species can stay dormant for long stretches of time, waiting for just the right conditions, and then all at once seeds unconnected to each other directly begin to send tendrils up to the surface. To the unobservant, when they do bloom, it is as if they appeared overnight.”
“it is not for me to say what is this wind or how it came to blow through the rooms of my heart”
..and if they could speak they would exclaim, “wake up everybody, it’s spring!”