I blame some of it on this wrist injury, which I am pleased to announce will not require hand surgery. And part of it is just sloth. Which is not like me. I’m usually pretty engaged and hands on. But it’s happened a few times before, and usually it precedes a period of intense productivity.
I feel like “if a rolling stone gathers no moss,” I am but a large unwieldy boulder festooned with mossy growth.
Which sounds kind of gross and slimy, but then I found this picture and realized that moss isn’t all that bad.
In fact, moss has a lot of uses, as I discovered. (You might call this research further procrastination and a distraction from the tasks I really need to accomplish, but bear with me for a moment.)
Sphagum moss is a component in peat, which is a fuel. It is also used for its healing properties, to grow things in, in smoking malt for whiskey (!), to put out fires, as insulation, and for crop improvement (i.e., fertilizer). Spanish moss is used as decoration.
Moss is a sign of fecundity. What is fecundity? It is
1. The quality or power of producing abundantly; fruitfulness or fertility.
2. Productive or creative power: fecundity of the mind.
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Ah, the great cycle of life. Sometimes we go underground to mine for jewels, then we come to the surface to share and do. Just like nature, right? In this day and age of do! busy! market myself! Be a product! you have to have some balls to be yourself in all your human-ness. Ball away, Christine!