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nathanlovestrees

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Someone once told me I'm too sincere to be funny.

Full-time caregiver to a disabled brother and father interested mainly in Thoreau, Zhuangzi, animism, Kings of Convenience, and drinking tea.

Master's degrees in music theory and theology (nonpracticing), classically trained and folk musician (also nonpracticing), and I once organized and helped plant over 800 trees on abandoned mine land (I do still plant trees occasionally).

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now is the summer of our content

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take a chill pill bug

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“With its circle of warmth, the fireplace had once been the center of family life. It’s dancing light, smoky smells, and a warm crackling created an ambience that made a house more a home. And the traditions around the hearth stretched back through the ages, connecting each house to deep cultural roots. How might the solar house incorporate some of the richness of the hearth? What were the qualities of the hearth that made it so wonderful and beloved?” (1/2)

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@iraantlers 1/4 “There is a slumbering subterranean fire in nature which never goes out, and which no cold can chill. It finally melts the great snow, and in January or July is only buried under a thicker or thinner covering. In the coldest day it flows somewhere, and the snow melts around every tree. This field of winter rye, which sprouted late in the fall, and now speedily dissolves the snow, is where the fire is very thinly covered. We feel warmed by it.

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@iraantlers 2/4 In the winter, warmth stands for all virtue, and we resort in thought to a trickling rill, with its bare stones shining in the sun, and to warm springs in the woods, with as much eagerness as rabbits and robins. The steam which rises from swamps and pools is as dear and domestic as that of our own kettle. What fire could ever equal the sunshine of a winter's day, when the meadow mice come out by the wall-sides, and the chickadee lisps in the defiles of the wood?

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@iraantlers 3/4 The warmth comes directly from the sun, and is not radiated from the earth, as in summer; and when we feel his beams on our backs as we are treading some snowy dell, we are grateful as for a special kindness, and bless the sun which has followed us into that by-place.

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@iraantlers 4/4 This subterranean fire has its altar in each man's breast; for in the coldest day, and on the bleakest hill, the traveler cherishes a warmer fire within the folds of his cloak than is kindled on any hearth. A healthy man, indeed, is the complement of the seasons, and in winter, summer is in his heart. There is the south. Thither have all birds and insects migrated, and around the warm springs in his breast are gathered the robin and the lark.”

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The exhausting ordeal of taking my children to do 1 (one) activity out in the world

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@redoak I only have one but I feel this in my sore and aching bones

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a mind of one’s own

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@iraantlers the rooms have minds

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Feeling vindicated somewhat… Finished the introduction to Father Time (I’m a slow reader and am busy caring for people) and it’s basically the argument I made in my masters thesis in 2018. From Hrdy: “men exposed to cues from babies tend to be more other-regarding and generous. Might baby-exposed men also come to prioritize the well-being of children—and the planet—above their own social status… Men first needed to be able to imagine themselves as nurturers as well as protectors and providers.”

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the metal chair at this coffee shop has made some disconcerting noises twice in the last five minutes. I fully expect to be on the floor soon

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dragonfly not letting the bees stop her from playing on the slide

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orogenous zones

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probably not the best joke but orogenous zones is one of my favorite puns

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throwback to Brood VIII in 2019

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currently bogged down (positive)

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bee play delay

@loren

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Are there any myths, narratives, stories, etc.—religious or otherwise—about men as caregivers? I’m very ignorant of what’s out there. The only ones that comes to mind, strangely, are the Homeric Hymn to Pan (19) and the way Jesus talks about children in the synoptic gospels. Any and all suggestions or ideas are welcome!

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@BsCreativeLife oooooh the ents! Tree herders (said in Merry’s voice)! Thank you 🙏

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@NatureMC wow these are amazing! Thank you 🙏

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“My unexpected finding is that inside every man there lurk ancient caretaking tendencies that render a man every bit as protective and nurturing as the most committed mother.”

Sarah Hrdy, Father Time

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1/ As I was doing some research for an essay I’m working on I realized something pretty amazing about Thoreau: when he left Walden in September 1847 it was, among other reasons, to live with Emerson’s wife and children to help care for them and the house while Emerson traveled around Europe.

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4/4 What’s really interesting to me is not only the way this challenges the misguided but popular mythology about Thoreau’s time at Walden (self-reliant sylvan misanthrope) but the way it strengthens the truer mythology of his life (which I recently wrote about here https://medium.com/bookish-nook/the-genius-of-the-wood-0a97929dfcb9 )

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but this potato beetle proved falsehearted

#beetle #insectodon #insect

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@asl lmao why is this so perfect???

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