Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Earth.
My Little Happy Place
Can you feel it, calm, peace, serenity? Pulsing rhythm, blood and water, connected, steady beats. At one, calm as the sky meets the water, entwining, mirrored, reflected. Wind caressing your skin, flowing through your hair. Cool, soft, gentle caress upon your cheek, tingling the hairs on the back of your neck and into your inner being. Listening within, to that inner knowing, inner wisdom, inner peace, inner triumph, inner depths of longing, dread, defeat. Can you hear it, that whispering sound calling to you from within?
By Crystal R. Hartman5 years ago in Earth
What bring me joy?
What brings me joy? Moose, Porcupine & Scissors Written by Jean Marshall My name is Jean Marshall. I live in Thunder Bay, Canada. I am of mixed ancestory: Anishinaabe (otherwise called Ojibway) and British. Throughout this story, I will be using Anishnaabemowin words (my ancestral language) as this is one source of inspiration for me that connects to my creative process. I work full-time as an artist and land-based craftsperson. I will be sharing with you my story of the materials that I work with. My source of inspiration comes from the land. I live on the shores of Gitchigaming (Lake Superior) where I can hear the waves and see the storms rolling in off the big lake. I have spent my life in close proximity to the bush. I knew that I had a strong drive to work with my hands when I was a young girl. My mother taught me how to bead and I started working with leather as a young teen. In my late twenties, I actively gave space to my creativity and started to bead regularly. I bead Ojibway floral designs that are vibrant in colour and unique in their presentation. It has been through my artwork that has circled me to my cultural roots.
By jean marshall5 years ago in Earth
Recycle. Repair. Reuse. Grab your Fiskars scissors & have some upcycle fun!
I have lots of tops, dresses and cushions with former lives as curtains, tablecloths and duvet covers. I love a visit to the local charity shop/thrift store followed by an evening armed with my dressmaking scissors (Fiskars are the best!), measuring tape and sewing machine to give a discarded garment a new lease of life. I find the creative process relaxing and therapeutic and it brings me happiness and joy knowing that I have contributed to the charity and helped the fabric avoid landfill that bit longer.
By Fiona Alexander5 years ago in Earth
The Miracle of Pruning
He spoke and things became. Ever wonder about that? How the creator designed a mountain or a tree. What He said to elicit a hummingbird, a giraffe or a seahorse. I have wondered many times how He “crafted” the clouds. I highly doubt that scissors were involved. However, I am sure He smiles proudly when we embark on our own quest to be a creator. Especially when, we enthusiastically run with our scissors.
By Alice Vargas5 years ago in Earth
Theodore's Garden
I have spent the majority of my life living in urban settings. My mother would often move us from one apartment to another; it was a gypsy, nomadic lifestyle that didn't foster much in the way of nurturing roots. At one point we moved to a townhouse in Northern Virginia that had a small fenced-in backyard with raised garden beds that were completely overrun. The whole area was very run down and neglected; but my mother, who had very little energy for much other than working as a registered nurse, suddenly wanted to plant and clean up this tiny patch of earth. Our house was an utter disaster most days; but by God, that garden became an image of perfection.
By Breanna LaMonte5 years ago in Earth
Looking at the Weeds
I live in one of the flyover states, where there are more cows than people and we measure distance in miles not minutes. My commute to work is 14 miles (or 25 minutes) and I drive through one town of 500 people. I drive on highways with ditches full of weeds, grass, and mini fields of dandelions. Many of these plants are pests and get sprayed with pesticides in the summers to either kill or restrain them from spreading into fields. But where people see weeds, nuances, and annoyance, I see color, joy, surprise and life. I pick “weeds” and use them to create dyes for fabrics and yarns that I craft with. Plants are an incredible source of color for the fabrics I use when making gifts for family and friends and each piece created is truly unique.
By Liz Davelaar5 years ago in Earth
In the Garden of Succulents
From the moment I first laid eyes on them, I hated them. My mother insisted on filling our new garden with succulents. We had just moved across the world from China to California, and my casual dislike of the state soon turned to full blown disdain. At 12, I had never lived in this state, despite being born there, and being stripped of my home had started my teen angst early.
By Nami Okalu5 years ago in Earth
Paper Weaving for the Planet
Have you ever looked at a security envelope on the inside? Most of them have a sort of confetti type of pattern, either blue or black or grey. But others have intricate circular patterns or triangular shapes put together to form sweet flowery patterns. Some are green, some yellow or brighter blue. Some are purple and white striped (that’s the FedEx envelopes). If you collect them long enough, like I have, every once in awhile you will come across that rare special find, like a flowy pink and gold swirling pattern on really good paper. Who knew envelopes could be so interesting?
By Marcia Woodfield5 years ago in Earth
The Absence of Sound:
Doomsday Diary Write a short piece of dystopian fiction involving a heart-shaped locket. The Absence of Sound The absence of sound, or rather the absence of human sound, is all that's left, or all that I've found. I used to walk in the woods to get away from that sound. To have some alone time, to connect with mother earth. They used to call that "green therapy". Well, that's all there is now, at least in my neck of the woods. Literally, woods, all around, in every direction, that's all that can be seen.
By Dawna Revell5 years ago in Earth
Bonsai!!!
"Close your eyes, concentrate, think only *tree*. Make a perfect picture, down to the last pine needle. Wipe your mind clean of everything but the tree; nothing exists in the whole world, only the tree. Open your eyes, remember the picture? Make your tree like the picture."
By Bonsai love5 years ago in Earth
