From Rob Firchau @ The Hammock Papers: Love Paper
A tree gave its life for what you are about to attempt. Don’t let the silicon chip or computer monitor cause you to forget this. That ex-tree material stacked in your printer is so dead as you begin to write that its bark-skinned, earth-eating, oxygen-producing, bird-supporting, squirrel-housing body has been reduced to an inert blank expanse of white. To find the life of language and lay that life down on the paper is to redeem the sacrificed life of the tree…
If you write, blog and/or read, DON’T MISS the entire post: Love Paper
Photograph: skubmic titled Autumn Lines
what a lovely reminder. thx, david.
Ms. Flaherty, you are up VERY early!
I have been a tree hugger from way back (much to the embarrasment of friends ha) and at times make them hug too! It is a beautiful energy and a gift to all of us. Always happy when it is acknowledged. Thanks David.
I’ve become highly sensitive to paper usage and waste. So, I’m slow to the take but catching up to you Karen.
As much as I love my pen and paper – dinosaur that I am, I am consciously tapping keys in lieu of writing them out more and more and more.
Me too Mimi. Me too.
Love this.
Me too Georgette.
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Wonderful imagery here. Not only his relationship to paper, but all the beautiful places and people that paper, as the pathway, leads to. Thanks for sharing this.
Yes Larry. I found his post to be evocative, right to the close with his quote selections.
Wow, yes, the full post was poetry and my life. I always use the backside of paper, too. Drafts don’t need virgin paper (apingaut).
Yes…
Love it! …and have always loved paper!
Perhaps paper is the primary tool of revolution. Articulating and passing on ideas as living seeds that make a culture.
Primary tool of revolution and living seeds. Love the images and thoughts this evokes Debra…
beautiful – and i have always been in LOVE with paper.
Me too Beth…
Trees become paper, which become money, which makes the world go round. Thus, when we walk through the woods we are surrounded by wealth.
Nicely stated…circle of life.
This…
To find the life of language and lay that life down on the paper is to redeem the sacrificed life of the tree…
Sigh..yes. That.
Smiling. When you comment, I find myself seeing you speak the words, with crystal clarity. And my mouth murmuring the words. Yes. THAT.
smiling also…when I comment it feels so much like a conversation.
Beautiful poem
It is Rebecca. Thank you.