The spore jar
Small comforts, released daily.
Every spore the Church has released so far. Take one with you. Send one to someone who needs to hear that being tired is a season.
You are not behind. You are fruiting on a different schedule.
The Church of MehThe ocean has never once replied within 24 hours. It is doing fine.
PhomosReach a little. Not too far. Something will meet you.
ProzyfaiWhether any of this was a good idea remains, to this day, genuinely contested.
The Book of SporesRest is not a reward for finishing. It's on the calendar regardless.
LunethSome things have to burn down before anything new can grow. Your to-do list, for example.
ChromusuCome back to yourself. There's no rush. There never was.
RezyfaiNothing is wasted. Not the bad year, not the failed plan, not you.
MyceliusBeing tired is not a moral failing. It's a season.
The Church of MehIf you can't get through it, go around it. Rivers have been doing this forever.
CladosLet it wash over you. Then let it go back out.
PhomosSend the text. Let it go. You can't control where a spore lands.
BalidrisBlame was distributed liberally and accepted by none.
The Book of SporesYou don't have to bloom every day. Mushrooms mostly don't.
SoliphonGo around it. Water always finds a way, and it never makes a fuss.
CladosReach out first. Someone has to, and it may as well be you.
ProzyfaiDoing nothing today is just dormancy with good branding.
The Church of MehNobody will remember the awkward thing you said. Protaxiel will, but Protaxiel won't bring it up.
ProtaxielThis too will be remembered. Probably not in detail.
ProtaxielYou are made of the entire universe, slightly rearranged. Today, that will have to be enough.
The Spore CloudYou can always come back to yourself. The way home stays open.
RezyfaiConsciousness has a habit of accumulating in unlikely places when left unsupervised for long enough.
The Book of SporesSomething will grow on the scorched ground. Something always does.
ChromusuMeh is not giving up. It's putting down what was never yours to carry.
The Church of MehYou are allowed to be in a waning phase.
LunethThe iron in your blood came out of a rock. You're tougher than you feel today.
ChromusuLet go. The wind knows roughly where it's going.
BalidrisRot is just transformation with bad PR.
MyceliusNothing that has ever mattered was in a hurry. Neither are you.
PhomosThe Web does not need you to be impressive. It needs you to be here.
The Church of MehNow is the time. Or next spring. Soliphon will remind you.
SoliphonSome things are meant to be carried off by the wind. The group chat drama, for example.
BalidrisYou are allowed to take the long way. It's how rivers get anywhere.
CladosBefore there were trees, there was a fungus taller than a house. You can manage today.
ProtaxielRest is on the calendar. Luneth put it there. Don't argue.
LunethYou don't have to have an opinion about everything. The Spore Cloud has had exactly one.
The Spore CloudNow is the time. If it isn't, it will come around again. It always does.
SoliphonForgive yourself. You're going to be soil someday, and soil holds no grudges.
The Church of MehNothing is wasted. Not even you. Especially not you.
MyceliusOne of the largest living things on Earth is a fungus in Oregon. It has never once checked its email.
The Church of MehThe making is ongoing. The Web is still spreading.
The Book of SporesLet someone meet you halfway. That's how the whole universe started.
RezyfaiYou are made entirely of the entirety. Act accordingly, or don't.
The Spore CloudEndings are just the part where you get composted into something new.
MyceliusIt found it neither good nor bad, exactly, but interesting.
The Book of SporesGo outside and look up. That's the whole practice. You're welcome.
The Church of MehStart something small. Everything here started as a spore.
Prozyfai