“I am a lover of bogs. There: I’ve said it. I’m a bog-woman through and through. I can lose myself on the long, pale edges of a sandy island shore; I can enchant myself in the shadows and twists of an old-growth forest – but in a bog I come back to the centre of myself again and again. ‘The wet centre is bottomless,’ Seamus Heaney wrote in ‘Bogland’, and in a bog it seems to me that my centre is bottomless too, that there are no limits on my fecund, dark heart. To Heaney, bogs are female, fertile. ‘It is as if I am betrothed to them,’ he once wrote, ‘and I believe my betrothal happened one summer evening, thirty years ago, when another boy and myself stripped to the whit and bathed in a moss-hole, treading the liver-thick mud, unsettling a smoky muck off the bottom and coming out smeared and weedy and darkened. We dressed again and went home in our wet clothes … somehow initiated.’ Somehow initiated. Christened with the sticky black blood that pools in the hollowed-out fonts of the Earth. What finer initiation could there be, there in the secret places of the world?
A bog doesn’t give up its secrets easily, but it calls you to uncover them nevertheless. The lure of a bog-pool, which beckons you over to look down on its bright mirrored surface, the perfect blue of the sky an antidote to the relentless black of the peat. But when you stand over it (if you make it that far) all reflections disappear; there is only you, and the dark. Reach down with your fingers if you dare. Who knows what you might touch? Who knows what mysteries you might uncover? To love a bog is to love all that lies buried beneath the surface, buried in its rich, ripe flesh.”
– Sharon Blackie, ‘Love Letter to a Bog’/ Image: Dolly Sods bog marsh, West Virginia, USA.
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fool me once, shame on u; fool me twice, shame on u again for taking advantage of my compassionate & forgiving nature!!!!!! how dare u
she’s the total package: large AND covered in dirt
@toadschooledshe’s the toad all other toads aspire to be!
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i honestly am tired of constantly telling myself “just get through this week and everything will be ok” like !!! i want everything to be ok 24/7 365 100% of the time im TIRED!!!!!!!
snapchat made a cat filter and I’m howling this shit was made for me
my future 9 year old child reading Harry Potter: I love this mommy
me: great but stay open minded and critical and don’t take everything at face value. I have prepared discussion questions
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