Whoa! This chapter feels like a portal. Is Addy a living embodiment of the mycelium? As I read the words sitting inside at the pretend hearth created by the fake logs and natural gas fireplace, I felt myself absorbed into the greater intelligence of the sentient below. At that moment, My sweet dog Fern came over to me snuffling in my bathrobe and hugging me with her paws looking deeply into my eyes urging me to let her out. I paused my reading to take her outside and was immediately struck by the life force expanding with gusto as we approach Mabon - the zenith of Mother Earth’s power of green growth for the year. I opened the door to the portal of my front yard. The frenetic cacophony of birdsong, every different species of suburban terroir calling forth mates before the humans awake to fill the space with roaring lawn movers, airplane engines and the general din of unconscious occupation of all the air space. Nature has to hurry along to move quickly in this small sidewalk crack of time before most of us are up and moving. I listen more closely and the cacophony transforms into intentional atonal vitality. Musical Dissonance refers to discordant sounds or a lack of harmony in music. If the two notes in a staff are played simultaneously, they'll produce a dissonant sound: Although dissonance in music may make some listeners feel uneasy, it ultimately helps to create tension and a sense of motion in compositions - it is nature sped up to three times its natural speed but it is getting down in compressed time. The air is fresh, moist, heavy with oxygen pumping like mad from everything green. I look down to the ground and imagine the mycelium network zapping nutrients and information and enjoying the production above. I take a deep breath and return to the chapter trying not to be disappointed to find other humans now stirring within and therefore my own calling to duty to serve as mom - the human equivalent of mycelium.
I love this comment. You reciprocate by transporting me into your buzzing cacophony...and teach me to hear that needed tension. We are all part of the great mycelium, but in these stories, Atty travels along it into the minds of animals. Like dear Fern. Happy momming.
Whoa! This chapter feels like a portal. Is Addy a living embodiment of the mycelium? As I read the words sitting inside at the pretend hearth created by the fake logs and natural gas fireplace, I felt myself absorbed into the greater intelligence of the sentient below. At that moment, My sweet dog Fern came over to me snuffling in my bathrobe and hugging me with her paws looking deeply into my eyes urging me to let her out. I paused my reading to take her outside and was immediately struck by the life force expanding with gusto as we approach Mabon - the zenith of Mother Earth’s power of green growth for the year. I opened the door to the portal of my front yard. The frenetic cacophony of birdsong, every different species of suburban terroir calling forth mates before the humans awake to fill the space with roaring lawn movers, airplane engines and the general din of unconscious occupation of all the air space. Nature has to hurry along to move quickly in this small sidewalk crack of time before most of us are up and moving. I listen more closely and the cacophony transforms into intentional atonal vitality. Musical Dissonance refers to discordant sounds or a lack of harmony in music. If the two notes in a staff are played simultaneously, they'll produce a dissonant sound: Although dissonance in music may make some listeners feel uneasy, it ultimately helps to create tension and a sense of motion in compositions - it is nature sped up to three times its natural speed but it is getting down in compressed time. The air is fresh, moist, heavy with oxygen pumping like mad from everything green. I look down to the ground and imagine the mycelium network zapping nutrients and information and enjoying the production above. I take a deep breath and return to the chapter trying not to be disappointed to find other humans now stirring within and therefore my own calling to duty to serve as mom - the human equivalent of mycelium.
I love this comment. You reciprocate by transporting me into your buzzing cacophony...and teach me to hear that needed tension. We are all part of the great mycelium, but in these stories, Atty travels along it into the minds of animals. Like dear Fern. Happy momming.
Thanks my friend!
Love it