8:06 Tuesday Evening (5 July 2011)

Clouds in the sky

I realized this weekend that I'm still in love with soil. It is the base and sourse of nutrients for my own personal nourishments. The ground in which my home is founded has generously upheld my walls for nearly 100 years, through a few big earthquakes and nearly half of this country's meager history. The soil doesn't care about my politics, and it doesn't care about me. It was here millenia before me, and will be here millenia after me.

It is mineral yet teeming with life.

it is soft and yielding or hard and uncompromising.

The soil is beautiful, and I could hate myself forever for leaving the study of its subject in my academic career...so instead I must promise myself that my living career will be first and foremost grounded in the ground.

going home now before i find myself back in the land of depression. play some pokemans to cheer myself up. look at internet videos of kittens and babies.