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One more Iris…

Millions of native orchids flourish at former mining waste site — ScienceDaily

If you’ve lost your way to this blog, you know I tend to the unusual and try to peak into the places between. To the extent I keep to that tack, this could billow those sails.
It also speaks to life’s never-ending march to settle into most unlikely places. Something for which all of us can be grateful for. In part because the struggle to make a home in whatever nook or cranny will serve, seems to produce some of the most beautiful forms in that long slow march forward.

Venus Flytraps Are Even Creepier Than We Thought – The Atlantic
After the last post it seemed I needed some rationality. One aspect of science I love. But even more, it’s the weirdness of our world that keeps me sane.

thought to words… almost, well sort of, could be better, maybe…? tell me

it seems as though there are some people who ascribe to cancer patients, some wisdom learned because one has had cancer. it may be deep or not.

do we ascribe wisdom to other disease, afflictions, chronicities such as diabetes? fibromyalgia? brain injuries? malaria?

what has happened to me, is not that I have become a wise old man. i’d hate to think one needed cancer to get there! what cancer, or other serious afflictions or traumatic events do.

because of cancer the range of emotion and thought have been increased, on the low end and the high end. so in these cases because you are forced to experience (hopefully) a wider range of emotions, you increase your understanding of them, and thus people.

this might give the experience of being “special” but it’s not. these are accessible to each and every one of us.

the hope would be, we have the chance to experience this wider range of emotions without a traumatic experience to present them to us.

Unfortunately some of us get cancer and thus come to this understanding.

bunches 'o beauty

bunches ‘o beauty