My Nest

Good evening from my tent (in my room)

 

I love my tent so much. It feels great to be in a nest. I suppose it's the closest feeling to being in a womb besides actually being in a womb.

My building project in my room is coming right along. It is now fully insulated and quick on it's way to being fully wall covered as well. The end is so close I could flick a piece of quinoa at it. Speaking of quinoa- I have bad news to share. Since quinoa has become such a high demand grain in the Western world, people (in Bolivia and other such places) who have eaten this grain as a staple for centuries can no longer afford it. Prices have increased so much chicken is now cheaper to buy than quinoa. The solution to this- I will stop buying my favorite grain. The larger solution-an increase in local grain CSAs (Community Supported Agriculture). I'm pretty sure there is a grain CSA in Arcata...pretty sure its not hot enough here to grow quinoa, but I think amaranth (quinoa's little sister) can grow here. We'll see, but as you probably know I'm a major quinoa fiend so this will be challenging. But i def. don't want to add to the problem of grain appropriation (gentrification?).

In other news, I love the static trapeze. I'd say even more than aerial silks. It seems more up my alley. I was practicing tonight and whilst practicing met some bboys (breakdancers) and they said I could practice with them. This is great because a few years ago I was breakin' quite often with my buddy Jerson and friends. So now I get to have a few side projects. Staying diversely busy is enriching and enlivening. Highly recommended!

When I become a breakin' fool I wanna be Bbrrl Sprout. Usually people do Bboy or Bgirl then their name, but I'm not really in to that. So I'll just mix it up like I always do.

Have you ever met anyone who doesn't love Shel Silverstien?

Wild Nothing is my band of the moment

Everything was love.
Everything wil be love.
Everything has been love.
Everything would be love.
Everything would have been love
Ahh...that was it. The truth at last.
Everything would have been love.
The huge eye which would have become an immense fear was gently breathing only without an eye, nor a sphere.
But our great wonderful animal, covered in little waving legs like hairs.
Waving, oh so gently as if they were underwater.
All should be went and all should be well said that ocean.
So the place of reconciliation existed after all.
Not like a little, not wholly uncovered, but flowing everywhere and being everything.
I had only to will it and I would be.
For spirit is omnipotent, only I never knew it.
And being able to walk on the Earth.
I could forgive. I could be forgiven.
I could forgive. Perhaps that was the whole of it after all.
Perhaps being forgiven is just forgiving and no one had ever told me.
There was nothing else needful.
Just to forgive.
Forgiving equals being forgiven.
The secret of the universe.
Do not whatever you do forget it.
The past was folded out and in the twinkle of an eye and everything had been changed.
And made beautiful and good.

Sprout Out!