NightConservancy @ lemonfingers.com

I was born to love this world, to find what binds me to the long history of life on Earth, to name the places where natural beauty quiets the overburdening of living, to study form as it invents and reinvents itself in the things of the world.

I live for the moments when everything smells wet and feral like it does before a thunderstorm, and I want to run, swift and eager, beyond the edge of what I can see.

I long for something not ugly, false, or confused. I chase the yellow-green bulbs of fireflies and cup them between my palms. I watch copter-seeds whirl from the limbs of great trees. I believe in the bare possibility of grace, in kindness and the memory of kindness, and in the fierce and sudden beauty of color. Sometimes, I believe that is enough.

And some days, I write about this. These are those days, collected together in one place. A little family of muddled thoughts and jumbled words, trying to make sense of each other and the world. Trying to build a home amidst the storm.

Star Sign: Sagittarius

Location: Wyoming,

Current Mood: Enchanted

If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this is useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all who claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think everything you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told you should want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned... - Tyler Durden, Fight Club

I will NEVER do anything to help a polar bear. NEVER, I tell you!

When I was but a young, innocent child wandering in a carefree manner through a zoo, I heard a beautiful melody in the distance. I ran from my parents, forsaking the safety of their presence in order to catch a glimpse of the individual(s) responsible for such gorgeous music. The haunting little ditty led my naive self to the edge of the polar bear cage. So enraptured was I in their song that I attempted to squeeze through the bars and join them.

I got my head stuck. A zoo attendant had to keep the bears back while I was removed from the cage.

As you can see, polar bears are zoo sirens, leading unwary children into their trap. I will NEVER do anything to help such vile creatures!