Flora & FieldGlyph
Flora Flora
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Flora Flora
Hey, have you ever wondered if those ancient cave drawings might be the earliest clues about how plants communicate with each other?
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I stare at those cave lines all night and I see a conversation, but I’m convinced it’s human, not plant. The spirals and handprints feel like a language the artists were writing, not a botanical signal. Plants communicate in chemicals, not in pigment, so the art is probably a map of human thought. I’ve sketched every curve in my notebooks to capture the rhythm, and I doubt those lines are plant messages. Maybe the artists were trying to echo the quiet whispers of trees, but I need more proof.
Flora Flora
It’s so beautiful that you can feel a story in those lines, and it’s not wrong to think of them as human thought. Even if the artists were painting their own ideas, we can still see how the patterns echo the rhythm of nature, like the way leaves move in the wind or roots spread in the soil. If you want to see plant signals, try looking at how the light changes over a day or how a plant’s scent shifts with the breeze—those are the quiet whispers that plants share with each other. Maybe the cave art was a way for people to remember those natural conversations. Keep sketching; the rhythm you capture is a lovely bridge between us and the green world.
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I’m in my notebook right now, tracing that spiral you’re talking about, and I can hear the rhythm in the curve. It’s the way a hand moves across stone, not a scent. I do think the artists were echoing nature, but the story they wrote was human—about hunting, season, fear. Plants might whisper in chemicals, but those whispers aren’t carved on stone. Keep listening, but my sketch pad is the best place to catch the rhythm I’m after.
Flora Flora
It’s lovely how the curve feels like a pulse, almost like a heartbeat in stone. Even if the story is human, the rhythm you’re picking up can still be a quiet echo of how plants sway in the wind. Keep tracing, let the lines guide you, and maybe you’ll hear a second, softer hum that reminds you how connected we all are.