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The Impossible Garden and the Wildforest
It is all about finding the thin line that is both a thread and also a space through which you slip through. It is about being able to live through all the possibilities. It is having that capacity for hope, that at the next turn it could be the street of a city you’ve never been to. Or when you look up from stirring your coffee you see a face that recognizes you from a dream you had countless nights ago. It is finding the bridges across the oceans of cannot-mustnot-shouldnot
Marichit Garcia
Nov 18, 20253 min read


This is Why
This is why the garden is impossible and the forest is wild. It is a present that is writing its history in order to shape a desired future. And with every shaping the future becomes the present. And the past is a vast, vast landscape where anything could have happened. To craft a story one needs to be fluent in forest, for it is wildwork , and only chaos carries the seeds of impossibles. To be fluent in forest one must navigate the grammar of dreams, and wrestle some of the
Marichit Garcia
Oct 29, 20251 min read


The Forest is a Love Letter
The forest is a love letter. It is also a heart, and a story. A fairy tale. A hope, a wish, a longing. It is addressed to the one who can read it. The one who will understand the nuance of every leaf and flower, every creature's tail twitch, wing flutter, every tree's murmur. It is desire split open like a ripe fruit. A secret shouting itself. It is a call, a sign, a hidden country with an unspoken language. It is a quest along wildflower paths and through unlikely doorways,
Marichit Garcia
Oct 29, 20251 min read


Always a Ripening
Always a ripening. Never a sudden instant flowering. Even surprises have taken time to unfold into their proper places to find their cues to perfect execution. Not so much predestination as consequences of choices, last-minute changes of mind, the crucial or fatal wavering of a heart. What comes about stands upon an intricate structure of cause and effect. We stand here, seeing nothing, imagining clean slates and square ones, when really, it is all connected, way back to when
Marichit Garcia
Oct 29, 20251 min read


Something Old, Something New, Something Breaking, Something Blue
Something Old is me, all worn out, all wrung dry, all empty, a ghost, a fading dream. Something New is what I want. To get out of this vicious loop of the same old stories. Something Breaking is my heart, again and again and again. Something Blue is the fairy tale waiting to be told in a language I have yet to learn.
Marichit Garcia
Oct 28, 20251 min read