Wandering in the woods today, listening to the lack of sound and feeling the slowness of time I came to consider that which I desire in my life and the many lessons I have learned thus far as I stand upon the precipice of another revolution around the sun. I long for quiet spaces and places. For slow places - those corners of the garden, the forest, the day where time stands still and I can fully experience my breath and existence. I seek them out. I can not help myself. In those spaces I am able to find myself so I can return again and again to the world of busy around me and the discomfort it brings. I seek the content of survival, and comfort of thrival. I long for time with those who love me unconditionally - in my ugly and in my beautiful. I like the me I became as I journeyed through 41. Ilike the me I am becoming as I turn to greet 42. I am most grateful for the life I have with those I love.
Yellowroot
On my 40th birthday my friend Carl gave me this plant. Plant giving was a common theme between us and Carl. Our garden is full of plants he gave us and his garden was full of plants we gave him. My 42nd birthday is just around the corner. Carl has left us and so there is no more plant swapping, but his love of plants, his life, and our sweet memories we shared thrive in our garden.
