Sowing MoonfloweR Journal

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. So the journal below began in California’s hi-desert immediately following this rupture in our lives, and then 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.