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Mind - Body - Spirit

Peter Bahouth built a series of houses in the trees connected by wooden bridges in the middle of Atlanta’s Buckhead neighborhood. Peter is an environmentalist whose love of nature and memories of boyhood treehouses inspired him to create a grown-up fort in his Atlanta backyard. The three rooms of this treehouse have been christened “Mind,” “Body” and “Spirit” by the owner. A suspension bridge connects the living room, or “Mind” portion of this Atlanta treehouse, to the “Body” or bedroom portion, that includes a platform bed that slides out for a better view of the tree canopy. [1]

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Peter Bahouth is a stereoscopic photographer, an environmental activist and a local supporter of the arts. He is the current Executive Director of the U.S. Climate Action Network and the former Director of Greenpeace.  Bahouth spends his time shuttling between the D.C. headquarters and home office of his mostly glass home. He has worked with Art Papers (Board Chair), Hambidge Center, MOCA GA and ACP to name a few local art institutions. He is represented by Marcia Wood Gallery.

photos:©ben rollins

On Monday flying to Manila, heading to visit my Dad who moved here two years ago, I had to write. If you’ve followed me here for a bit, you know that I’ve been developing my writing of late including what could be thought if ‘free writing’. It’s carthatic I find and has other benefits too. This piece here came out just as such. It’s a bit ‘deep’ I guess and I don’t think, by the end, it even makes much sense - even to myself. I’d like to share it though because why not and it’s my contribution to the Deadly Bloggers Carnival as part of NAIDOC. Peace :)

First morning in Manila at the hotel Dad and Sylvia booked. I’m hungover and I’ve learnt, a Typhoon is approaching ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Ha! Found a journal that was given to me as a gift quite a while ago. There’s not much in it except for this poem (and a short story). I was 27 when I wrote this. I’m writing a lot more now though… a little ‘better’ maybe/hopefully?!  High-res

Ha! Found a journal that was given to me as a gift quite a while ago. There’s not much in it except for this poem (and a short story). I was 27 when I wrote this. I’m writing a lot more now though… a little ‘better’ maybe/hopefully?! 

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