keywords: wonder, play, and creation as the antidote to rigid perfectionism
color: every shade of green at once
anthem: “Feel Life” by Ora Cogan
season: rainy season in a conifer forest
vision: bubbles of dew bouncing, laughing
Moss is the bouncy, giggling friend who knows that striving towards perfect means missing the fun of making a mess. Moss is the friend for the self-critical voices that tell you you’re “doing it wrong”.
Remember play? Remember climbing trees and making magic potions with dirt and rock and flower petals? Remember feeling feral, a child in the big, wild, natural world?
Or maybe you were a serious child because you had to be, because you had to take on adult responsibilities and in doing so, you lost access to the generative possibility of childlike wonder and play. Maybe instead you learned to strive for perfection. Maybe you still feel like you need to be perfect to be loved, to be safe. Like the crystalline dew drops on the fingers of Moss, we perch, precarious, we fall.
For the times you find yourself rigid, scared to make a mistake, reach for Moss and remember all of life is creation and destruction. All of life is play and practice. A circle, a cycle. A world within a world within a world and you get to make it.
With so much collapsing around us, with so many unknowns, we have the opportunity to make new, to lean into and trust creativity, wonder, and play as tools for resistance, resilience, and for making and re-making the world. Our world. A world that knows each of us are perfectly imperfect, bouncing and bright just the same.
This is a 1oz dosage bottle meant for personal use. Available as alcohol-based or alcohol-free.
keywords: wonder, play, and creation as the antidote to rigid perfectionism
color: every shade of green at once
anthem: “Feel Life” by Ora Cogan
season: rainy season in a conifer forest
vision: bubbles of dew bouncing, laughing
Moss is the bouncy, giggling friend who knows that striving towards perfect means missing the fun of making a mess. Moss is the friend for the self-critical voices that tell you you’re “doing it wrong”.
Remember play? Remember climbing trees and making magic potions with dirt and rock and flower petals? Remember feeling feral, a child in the big, wild, natural world?
Or maybe you were a serious child because you had to be, because you had to take on adult responsibilities and in doing so, you lost access to the generative possibility of childlike wonder and play. Maybe instead you learned to strive for perfection. Maybe you still feel like you need to be perfect to be loved, to be safe. Like the crystalline dew drops on the fingers of Moss, we perch, precarious, we fall.
For the times you find yourself rigid, scared to make a mistake, reach for Moss and remember all of life is creation and destruction. All of life is play and practice. A circle, a cycle. A world within a world within a world and you get to make it.
With so much collapsing around us, with so many unknowns, we have the opportunity to make new, to lean into and trust creativity, wonder, and play as tools for resistance, resilience, and for making and re-making the world. Our world. A world that knows each of us are perfectly imperfect, bouncing and bright just the same.
This is a 1oz dosage bottle meant for personal use. Available as alcohol-based or alcohol-free.