Woke up to just a bit of snow....
Still more cold weather in the forecast.
Soup weather: squash + water + tomato chutney topped with paneer and pumpkin seeds cooked in olive oil and paprika spice mix.
I finished reading another chapter of Ways of Being. One of the things I've loved about the pigment class I took was that there were reading materials. At least two books mentioned in Ways of Being were also recommended reading for the class (Braiding Sweetgrass and Sand Talk by Tyson Yunkaporta).
And then, another connection... he uses a short story by Ursula Le Guin as an example, one that I was familiar with. I pulled out my old yellow paged copy of The Compass Rose, bought when I was probably 13 or 14, read the story and remembered yet again why I love Ursula Le Guin's writing so much...
"The first geolinguist, who, ignoring the delicate, transient lyrics of the lichen, will read beneath it the still less communicative, still more passive, wholly atemporal, cold, volcanic poetry of the rocks: each one a word spoken, how long ago, by the earth itself, in the immense solitude, the immenser community, of space." From The Author of the Acacia Seeds