Mundus Volubilis

the flowing universe

Cottonwood – The Whirling Bee’s Blog

I realized that what surrounded us was not snow but seeds from a cottonwood tree. There was hardly any wind, we were enveloped in small, luminous feathers, playing in the colours of the setting sun. The world was in slow motion, as if we were all floating. I looked around, observing all the details, the lights, the colours, and I noticed that there was a river close by, and a boat on the bank. There was an old couple sitting by the boat. … Continue readingCottonwood – The Whirling Bee’s Blog

The Canoe – The Whirling Bee’s Blog

I was lying on my back, staring at the sky above me. I saw some spots of light shooting by, they looked like fireflies, except the bee who was flying very close to me. Then I realized they were not fireflies but stars, and that even though it felt like we were hardly moving at all, we were in fact gliding so fast the stars seemed to leave a trail on our breaths… … Continue readingThe Canoe – The Whirling Bee’s Blog

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