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The Spirit Books by Susan Kapuscinski Gaylord

The Spirit Books bring together my love of the book and my response to the natural world that we see and the invisible one that lies behind it. I find evidence of that deeper world not in wide vistas and scenes but in small objects that I gather. While I enjoy the expanse of the horizon as I walk along the beach, I am drawn to the scattered piles of shells and driftwood I see on the sand. As I walk down the street on a glorious fall day, I find myself looking down at the fallen stems of the chestnut rather than up at the blazing orange maples. It is in the subtle shifts of browns and grays that I find beauty and resonance. 

I feel a deep connection to older powers as I gather twigs, branches, vines, and roots. Using them to cradle books, I link them to the longstanding tradition of books as testaments of faith and belief. Each page is a meditation that echoes nature with both repetition and variety. “Reading” the book is meant to be a contemplative experience that takes the reader out of the everyday world and into a state of gratitude and reverence.

I’ve recently taken to flower-pressing stuff within my daily diaries, I don’t know what I’ll use them for but the pressings certainly are pretty :) 

(via darkscrapbook)

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At the heart of it:

gohlikim:

The inside of an old book that I altered. The title of the book is Seed, published in 1930.