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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
2 hours ago3 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 291 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 291 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 281 min read


A Spell for Returning to Myself
Salt of my tears, Ash of my silence, Bone of my body that refuses to break, I call you back. By root and river, By breath and blood, By...
Marichit Garcia
Sep 291 min read


Storytelling
I have my luck, and then I have my misfortune. My life has been an endless rollercoaster. The pandemic feels like a distant memory, yet its impact lingers. It has twisted my life into tricky knots. Loose ends trip me up, often where it hurts the most. Resilience is becoming an ugly word. It’s heavy. It carries weight. Knowing better comes with consequences. There are trade-offs, endless bargaining with many variations of the devil. I often find myself at crossroads or dead en
Marichit Garcia
Sep 292 min read


Drowning
Sunday. The sacred sigh of the week. And yet here I am, not wrapped in dream-rich reverie or trailing ink into something that might...
Marichit Garcia
Jul 202 min read


I need a door
Silence in the forest of my mind. Life on a held breath. Silence of sleep, deep deep slumber. Exhaustion. Sickness. A touch of death....
Marichit Garcia
Jan 222 min read


One of Those Days When I Wonder What's the Point
This barely alive website, for instance. This blog. This writing into the void. The art shop that never got around to fully opening. The...
Marichit Garcia
Nov 16, 20241 min read


Season of Shifting Selves
I have always had a fondness for the season of October. The whole idea of "thinning of the veil" and passing through walls and worlds. In...
Marichit Garcia
Oct 17, 20242 min read


Daily Thirty, #00006
Daily Thirty is 30 minutes every day of giving myself space just to sit down and write anything. It's for calming, therapy, grounding....
Marichit Garcia
Aug 29, 20243 min read


Stumbling back into the forest
I made my first art for 2024. It is titled "A Return to Dreaming" The meds chemistry plus a rare good timing with the workload, with a...

Marichit Garcia
Mar 19, 20241 min read


A Turn & a Leap
Imagined futures. That's my lifeline thrown to my future selves, hoping at least one of them will catch the other end. This is more than...

Marichit Garcia
Sep 3, 20222 min read


Restart
In the first week of February, I got very, very sick. It wasn't Covid. Since my last post, the dayjob work had become extremely...

Marichit Garcia
Feb 26, 20225 min read


A Year of Transformation & Re-enchantment
My days will soon make a significant shift as I slip back into full-time employment starting Monday. Going back into employment was the...

Marichit Garcia
Jan 15, 20223 min read


Last Few Weeks
I remain in expectation of a full-time dayjob offer. It was supposed to come just this past week but I assume things have gotten hectic...

Marichit Garcia
Dec 19, 20213 min read


Reinvention
A circle closing And also a circle that is the light at the end of a very long tunnel An ending flowing into a beginning A heart...

Marichit Garcia
Dec 14, 20211 min read


A slip, a tricky twist
A slip, a tricky twist of the ankle, Somehow this odd awkward angle Halfway into a fall Offers an interesting view Reveals things hidden...

Marichit Garcia
Sep 21, 20211 min read


The Way into the Wildforest
The way into the deep forest Is sometimes a cracked rib, A heart torn by broken bone, Like letting out the seams Of a summer dress that's become too small. Even dreams need space for coming true. Bravery needs a battlefield even if The monster you fight is yourself.

Marichit Garcia
Sep 21, 20211 min read


Not You
Not you, not you Just the idea of you A pinch and a dash That momentary jolt Of electricity when My fingertips Touched your hand A...

Marichit Garcia
Sep 21, 20211 min read