They smelled of moss in your hand // Muse #36

You wish that life is gentle, kind and clear to your mind. But sometimes you just can't avoid what life includes too. It has fear, wilderness, challenges, survivals. And sometimes you just can't sit down, you have to struggle and fight. Not against yourself but for yourself. And after that it will be calm for you again. A little different story than you are used to from me. But life has so many sides. Just like characters. I believe in variety, and characters with countless traits. I guess that is what this story is for me about.

xx Emilie

'We need the tonic of wildness...At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.' 

Quote: Henry David Thoreau

'Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.'

Quote: Cormac McCarthy

 Aline Weber shot by Beau Grealy For Muse #36 Winter 2013