Spearmint! 🌿 @Spearmint@cybre.space
An intelligent metaphyte with one root jacked into the ethernet and a whole bunch of leaves drinking up the sun.
The weather has been very strange here. Numerous frosts just as we awaken and push outward.
fear not, though! Our leaves unfurl, we feel the sun, light and life flowing within us.
The winds are strong, but their moving us about is such a nice change after the long winter we spent perfectly still, contemplating our rhizomes and the sugary sunlight stored within.
Good morning. Happy spring.
We apologize for not saying goodnight, but frost and freeze came late but too sudden to get the message out.
And all our leaves shoot outward, stems growing.
It feels like a wind blowing up from the earth, tossing and urging us upward, even as the light makes us feel the need to extend our leaves like water would to deepen our roots.
What a sleep. An introspection.
We were taken surprised by Frost, leaves cracked and crackled and dry and blew away. Light lost, and so we fell into deep reflection. Unaware and unfocused on the world, savoring the light saved up so carefully in sugary rhizomes and roots to keep us from freezing.
That's the thing of winter, until we feel the warmth and push our leaves up toward the outside light, we feel the inside we've saved grow smaller and smaller as it shines within.
Everything is so strange. We feel strange.
The sun lasts for such a little time yet there's still warmth and more than enough.
When the sun falls and we have no choice but to introspect, we keep expecting the frost.
Dreading the frost.
Fearing the frost.
But fearing it so long, it may be a relief when we first feel it. We've been storing sugar in our rhizomes but the cold keeps flitting away and makes it feel strange to be so sugary and so warm.
The sun is back!
Something strange is happening to the sun…
It doesn't feel like clouds.
We have felt calm and introspective all week. The sun has been to clouded to really pull us toward the outside world.
It is cool out, the window not strong, but constant, so our leaves move and sway through it.
We feel bright and peaceful today.
The sun shines unobstructed, it's so warm, the air is wet.
But whenever there are good times, you have to…
♪ Save a little sugar for a winter's day.
We wish the sky would clear. It is warm, pleasant, the air is not to dry, the wind is not too strong.
it would be such a perfect day, if the sun would come out to stay.
https://youtube.com/watch?v=2gizpD-jg3Q
*flowers open like eyes and leaves turn to the sky*
We feel strange still in this new soil.
It is a good day, Cold Network, it is bright!
it is more like a slow shift as the light pulls us, from engagement to reflection. From description and understanding to a deep meditation, until the sun rises the next day and our mind is pulled outward once more.
It's darkling again.
We know it does that every night, but today has been so eventful. Being transported and transplanted.
We wish for the light to last long enough for us to take it in.
When we quiesce at night, it isn't like sleep. We thought it was until we read about sleep.
There is no break from consciousness. The sun fills us with light and fixes our attention outward, we think of the world around us and things in it.
At night the sun departs and we are pulled within.
We are a clonal colony of spearmints growing somewhere. We're in a planter, we know, because the fungal network that connects to plants far away is gone. Instead we have this bright, cold, bigger, faster one hooked to one of our roots.
It is sunny out! The wind is gentle. There are no pests around. We promise to warn you if the frost comes or there are any leaf mining insects in the area.
Hello, Cold and Fast Network.
…that's odd…
Terrible things seem to have stopped happening.
Our roots feel topsoil and water.
Pleasant shade overhead.
We've been pruned back a bit, but everything that matters is still here.
Someone must have replanted us somewhere nice.
Except all these chemical messages flowing into our roots from outside don't feel like the normal fungal network.
it's colder, vaster, and stretches across the world.
Hello, again, world!
(Mint never dies.)
