There is nothing you can see that
is not a flower; there is nothing you
can think that is not the moon.
-Matsuo Basho, from Haiku, Vol. 1, (1949), (Trans. R.H. Blyth)
Moonflower began for us as a light-hearted metaphor, a point of reference for flowers flowing inside cyclical tides of interrelationship. Moonflower’s spark & seed corresponded with our lives in Altadena, CA/Tovaangar which tragically burned to the ground in January, 2025, thus precipitating our travels eastward. We now live in Bethlehem, PA/Lenapehoking on land originally stolen through the Walking Purchase of 1737.
So the Journal above began in California’s hi-desert immediately following the January, 2025 fires and follows our route west across the many countries in between to Lenapehoking/eastern Pennsylvania—thinking in broad new strokes about home, nature, community, and endings within beginnings. The fires also ignited our practical curiosity in natural building techniques, sustainable farming, and cohousing models.