language of stones
“A language is a flash of the human spirit. It’s a vehicle through which the soul of each particular culture comes into the material world. Every language is an old-growth forest of the mind, a watershed, a thought, an ecosystem of spiritual possibilities.” – Wade Davis, TED Talk, Dreams from Endangered Cultures
There are pockets, small bubbles, hidden in the crevices of the United States, where, if people stay long enough, their language takes on a character of their place. Time, weather, and the minerals in the soil form something unique, similar to the way these influences shape a jagged stone.
Urban life somehow polishes these rocks smooth, tumbled by movement into a conformity. One stone is undetectable from the next.
Was hoping to revisit this site at night. Mental Note: Take photograph as soon as possible, if not you’ll have to wait 25 years for the next crop of trees.
January 27th, 2015 at 12:34 pmHow a forest can pull you into its magical beauty : ) Thank you, Jim
January 27th, 2015 at 12:41 pmWow!!
January 27th, 2015 at 12:55 pmJim, is this the grove you can see from highway 70 in central Indiana?
January 27th, 2015 at 11:28 pmJim, Jim, Jim. Ha. Sorry I was not more clear. I am in Northern Italy and this was taken in the town of Caselle Landi. Is there a similar grove in Indiana? These are not necessarily groves in Italy, but crops.
January 28th, 2015 at 4:44 amNorthern Italy!!Must be nice!
January 28th, 2015 at 6:49 amAh! Yes there is one but I suppose the trees are not quite as young as this Italian one and perhaps not quite as vast. Always meant to diverge from the main road to find it but it is a far trip from the nearest exit.
January 28th, 2015 at 8:52 amJim, only Exxon and McDonalds are close to exits.
January 28th, 2015 at 9:47 am