I am sat at my laptop staring at the garden trying to find the words. The garden is teeming with life, but I am thinking about death. I get up and go out into the grey mizzle seeking… something. Inspiration? Comfort. The connecting threads that make sense of it all, the hyphae of many thousands of interconnected lives being lived around mine, to which mine is incidental. These other lives that deprioritise me, and in that bruising shift from centre of existence to mere participant in a collective beat of living, my madly limited human mind briefly gets a sense of this bigger whole to which I belong.
This really spoke to me; both in the pain of these awful times and the peace that a garden can bring. Beautiful writing, thank you.
Such beautiful and tender words. Thank you so much Marchelle x