i am a young-ish person, with an ironic desire to live ‘off the grid’ (i say, as i send this off into the most connected place in the world).
i only eat plants (yes, i am fine) and i walk with my bird to places that make us (my bird and i), feel real. i always tell her not to believe anything but the feeling of the soil on her bare feet. she totally agrees with me (she says she doesn’t trust her sister or me, which i am pleased to hear).
i kiss plants, hold their hands and hug their strong cellulose stems/trunks. i cry at everything. then write about it.