Where I am.
I find myself in a place I never thought I’d enjoy, with a love I never thought I’d be ready for. I am surrounded by people that are very difficult to dislike.
I am rooted so deeply that it feels as if I’ve never had roots until now.
I’m not alone. I’ve always loved the power of being alone, the power to decide my fate on a whim. Looking back on that feeling makes me feel like I brought a water-gun to a war-zone. This is something different than power. It is a peace. It is a connection so strong that it doesn’t make me fight for who I am, it reflects and resonates and builds amplitude and constantly reminds me who I am.
I have a small garden that I deeply enjoy. It seems like I inspect every leaf and flower at least 3 times a day. As if watching the hands on a clock move was the most interesting thing in the world.
This is the first garden I’ve started and had the time and energy to care for. I’ve started many seeds, planted many plants, but if not someone else’s they were simply neglected by me due to other responsibilities. My first garden was an experiment in neglect I’d say. Some plants do grow with the rain alone, but a nurtured plant stands high above one that’s simply living.